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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
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—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
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—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
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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
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—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
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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. |