Fastening together

Bits and pieces, unfinished and finished and unsatisfactory
finished small projects - I gathered several of them together
yesterday, and threw them all in the soup...

Not bad, so far...

"without care without seed pearl without stitching
closed the eye of the falcon without seemly rectitude
without the platitude of o thou muddled media pundit
without questionable doubt or metabolism without a
geographic category of speech that will travail
without a hint or glint of "secular" mastery, without
ritual framing without a theatrical sense of illusion
and bandying about or on or inside a thermosphere
without it working against you and when it does being
able to go on without it without gavottes without
gazelles that you study in neighboring Persian poetries
without spallation and without a diving bell how will
you survive? without rapacious wildcats
without the sense of security you have always expected
without your familiar stage fright without the caves without
the bombing of caves without the mystery of caves without
the caves in your memory of that mystery that lives in caves
without caves that long to exist in the hand print
in the cave of that memory without the rivets that hold
the wing together that hold the whole throbbing machine together
that assert the rivet dominion without which you do not have
a plan of fastening together of wings of arms for the automaton
that holds the capital together without its own mind of wheels
and cogs and mudras that run the show without all the pixels
and efforts of more dominion without borders to cross
without needing to carry things over borders
the invasion of your homeland (coming? coming soon?)
without it, what call in the night what call is answered
what nuance what tantrum in the night what martyrdom
of dreaming your own birth your own end of history
or end of speculation what call what alarm
is sounding deep in the home?"

(Anne Waldman: Without Stitching Closed the Eye
of the Falcon)