Poetry Issue 8

   Issue # 8: July - December 2007

Joshua Clover


So I went out into the nervous system of the air —


      So I went out into the nervous system of the air —

      Bearing beneath my lettrist overcoat my village
      The monumental city long ago breathed in
      And held
                     Went out into the signal and static —
      Rivermutter steeplebell and traffic — net of noise
      Knotted by sirens
                                  Into the brutal red dream
      Of the collective — humming there behind the parade

      Of the ideal citizen — in which I took my place

      Saint of the negative in my velvet suit

      My howlings pressing outward against the million
      Other howlings — the deformed din of the 1-AM

      So you see the net drawing close — the false escape
      Of recollection
                             How my unhausmannized town
      Within a town was myth below the shadows of the new
      Towers reaching after the breathlimit —

      And there was no way not to be during — architecture

      And violence are the natural language of crowds