Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Robotic continuities

We seem not to inhabit uninteresting
times, in one respect at least. As
our sailors have been abandoned to
legitimacy in their private conduct,
the drone has emerged as the wunder-
kind of lawless warmaking, infalli-
bly of one mind with authority, our
totem of unit cohesion, incarnate.
Will matrimony just hasten this re-
nascence of bitter, senseless venery,
and other compulsions of repression?

The jest rides only on coincidence -
is each constraint on the authority
state to be balanced by its escape,
denying us all breath of separation.

   To take up where you left off!
   Without a breath of separation
   your new movement is begun.
   The heart pulses on, developing
   a future. You do not rest
   your lips, your ears, your fingers.
   The field is full of daisies
   and the sun is shining greenly.
   It is a musical development,
   taxing and inspired, before
   the old love has echoed away.
   To the eager suggestion of a new
   face. It will be a great movement!
   begun warmly and without pause.
   You have carried yourself to a new
   world, put off the final applause.

Frank O'Hara
Donald Allen
Poems Retrieved
Dedicated to Edwin Denby
City Lights, 2013©

René Burri
Sailors, Beirut

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