LANCE PHILLIPS |
Experience used to be called the Soul |
—rachis was it barbule Living wing Shudder groin shudder her head just after —thing-events do not experience —isolates clementine slow twitch lip ovoid moon peculiarly a social context —that attraction & repulsion are matter blueberries Thumb pressed into phallic head convolutes this point at junebug's wing ~ —such a thing as world images —arms anchor over around thighs Pompey against Caesar Brutus against Octavius and Antony Antony against Octavius Flits that fly against the glass —enormity the room and things cocked his head against inner thigh buttocks her back arched as it was easily Can think inferno aloe —old rose Aggression —days in those leaves —transfiguring his body remains forethought —extending her house around her —urine earth the narcissus Is it simply aggression which makes the text thinking —The social question —then you are known dove itself crushed in cat jaws —one's own self nothing here is the dove is ~ —spittle domes on his palm nearest the thumb Animality Its green brain rabbit still entire in the grass —sun itself a suitor That it began thus white opal surrounding crossing her mouth his retina Elemental sex wind by which each body vibrates dissents into wet hand mouth genitals One desires images contra to bodies? —it is both my shoulder and the wren inside my shoulder we have exchanged the attribute pleasure ~ Pure idea? vs. any durable idea of the body —hair itself over eye cheek readily an action set eye there for inner vision —the general in the leaves cups wind against my neck again my neck aberrant —very red through the trees shoulder girdle sun —slowed into death vs. flat rectangle oak's trunk —a whelp then a spider on its legs Is transformation sequential strands for hairs or reversal moves he it Artificiality over against spider's writing leg tip it moves paradise ~ —slopes muscle from neck to her shoulder converges The dewdrop raises an eye for limb of the body —raining —in each shoulder an agriope there The mint air Transference vs. appearance one body staged within another through Will itself —raining glistens —limb within the iris for limb within the rain water honest pearls There is an emphasis on pride —I am not willing the movement squandered is a judgment about the movement Hand moves up tongue curves down it retreats There is a mist about the moon as if for balance —it's Neptune or Poseidon thimble of ocean on the cards' backs —his arms move simultaneously for balance —damage the talk around Castor & Pollux So far the sun remains memory One hooks the fingers in such a way, Political structure —versus each hand inconceivable nose for them a good Soul —box —under the moon Venus Confabulation the glass and people They are joint joined One destroys imagination with building or field or passenger jet ~ One adopts a certain procedure so that desire remains The sun back to being a horror Second sun there among buildings heat shrugs their shoulders Does one vilify method —lies still Marrowy pearly something overfilling my ear Know but cannot feel it moving finger Orion —I must tell you afraid swallow's egg door jamb —tell the limits of space —each a bridge their bodies kinder extreme heels vs. hands cast as souls of the dead Templum: the house is not an object Tempus: face aspidistra —irides dull from joy into resignation —skin hill —if Nature had wanted a detail an argument —writing by her face here soft 6:30 when its pallor co-agent with place its desire origins that smile at time for that smile —skin hill The sky directly natural in Memory a detail of lip immolation Nomadic now at head of the body sedentary at limbs —can the "good" come in from the outside I intend hurt and intention leaves the toad happily |
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Lance Phillips's recent work has appeared in or is forthcoming from Fence, Aufgabe, The Gig, Slope, Gut Cult, Chimera Review and the mini mag. His first book, Corpus Socius, was brought out by Ahsahta press in May 2002 and his second, Cur aliquid vidi, is due December 2004 from the same. He lives in Charlotte, NC with his wife, son and daughter where he edits the interview blog Here Comes Everybody. |