Every time I see Alice Notley read I want to leave my life and just follow her around.
I don’t care about anything else. I want to see peacocks in my yard right now.
I am listening for something else. Not death but what she hears.
How can we disattach ourselves from those binding us to their use?
I would rain on you if I were rain. Hard.
I’m courting chaos in me.
I am leading you to language that restructures the universe.
We are making what we are. Just that.