University of Arizona Poetry Center

Little Lamb

Most of us will try to use a tampon at some time! YALL GONNA MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND In conceptual writing, the idea or concept is prepositional to the work. And so, it's important to know how to insert a tampon the right way. The idea embodied in the writing, the writing ideated in the body; as in constrained writing and conjoined babies, the concept cannot exist apart from its formal nature, which is necessarily incarnate, necessarily twin. UP IN HERE Because we now understand that the brain is not Cartesian O what to me the little room Inserting a tampon seems tricky at first, but after trying several times, insertion becomes as easy as putting on lipstick. AMERICA'S GONNA GO ALL OUT, and there no essentialism in the matter of the medium. Just as there is no segregation of conception and perception, production and consumption, actus and reus, song & silence. The key is to RELAX! Most of us will try to put on lipstick at some time. Most of us will try to kill someone at some time, some of us unintentionally, some of us, someone else. Worrying about it may make you tense, making insertion even harder. Many of us will die thinking of putting on someone else. Someone will die thinking of his beloved: if I can’t have you, no one can. Another will die in the arms of his enemy: if I can have you, anyone can. UP IN HERE This is expressionism, yet avoids transom subjectivity: That was brimmed with prayer and rest; This is appropriation, yet dodges trim fidelity. Conceptual writing peeps through the tumorous masks of the many: like the African Kru mask, the eyes are several and protruding, they see out and in, the unliving shot through with the sight of the future dead. The tip of the applicator's larger (outer) tube should be pointed into the body, toward the lower back. The end of the smaller (inner) tube, with the removal cord showing, should be pointed away from the body. Subjectivity is neither voided nor exclusive: language roams both at-large and at-lyric. TERRORISTS TRYIN TO ACT THE FOOL We are aware of the bleary implications of multiplicity, and the cool terror of the short-term eternal. UP IN HERE UP The cult of the author is not replaced by the cult of the authority or the kissing crush of anxiety, there is no presumption that the individual ought be evacuated or extenuated, or that mergers & acquisitions is any more or less romantic than acting as either art’s arbiter or abittoir. IN HERE There is sentiment, solitary, and confusion, communal, and isn’t it uncomfortable. With the other hand, spread the folds of skin around the vaginal opening. He bade me out into the gloom There is chance, AMERICA HAS DONE LOST IT'S COOL antecdotal as many biographical events, meaning it may be proof of psychology and ontology, for even fascists have fingerpints, and Daddy is Pound mit Marinetti, cum Missy E. Place the tip of the outer tube of the tampon applicator in the opening of The hell we say, works are as bombs, to be packaged as carefully, and as tightly wired to the vagina. The piece must be read more closely than the cv, closer than airy ambition, than dance to dancer, pisser to pissoir, than the open shores of the evermore to the nevershallbe: WE’RE GONNA BRING IT HOME TO YOU even the dematerialized is a materialization, gendered, colored and quick, just ask information management. AND IT'S GONNA BE QUICK For ALL YOU TERRORISTS MAKE ME SICK we all agree that some have bigger tits, And my breast lies upon his breast pointed and pointless, like the tribe’s tubular eyes, like lumber lies latent in ships and trees and may be more or less permeable, penetrable and seaworthy. As the picture shows, For the question is not whether you’ve built the boat itself, though you might could, the vagina slants upward or whether it’s a skiff or a scow, though it may well be, and toward the back. but whether you pom-pomed the French sailors, and what’s stowed in the hold. So, aim the tampon toward a point low on the small of the back Symbolic or semantic, (the curved area of your lower back). we want cargo. O what to me my mother’s care Appropriation is WHAT THE HELL YOU SMOKIN ON? one gesture THINK IT'S wherein echo TIME WE Flarf is one BITCH gesture wherein SLAPPED Erasure is one wherein -lalia gestures to echo, wherein I am the sacrificial lamb, THE TALIBAN the statistcal me, ARMY! authentic unto readymade ubiquity. The house where I was We are mediate and imm- , safe and warm; expansive in our cognitions, our recognitions, our recons, our shrunken ambitions: LOAD UP! the danger of effacement is replication without embedded critique, whereby I regurgiate the chaw-chaw of culture as freshly copywrit by me, Gently push in or alternatively, hop aboard the choo-choo of arbeit macht frei fungiblity; the danger of expressonism is the belief in an ace of Yeats, the tampon applicator.insertion of one transcendent we where overlies the etceterative eyes of flies. Let’s have tradition without trajectory, meaning without missionary position, co-cogitation without the bang-bang against the laurel headboard. For effacement is also the thinning of the cervix as it dilates during labor, which expresses something that is, by virtue of its birth, no longer ahistorical, no longer mine. For flushable (cardboard) applicator AIRBORNE! Conceptualism is the realization of the senti-mental, the senti that is cogitated perception, the mental that is palped cognition, The shadowy object of the concept may not be dematerialized, any more than a Dada scream unscrummed or a rose blossom unpetaled, for the tangled web of my hair of what is actuality and what is affect is true as to be, as pink and grey neurology, as all things produced by belief. tampons, ease in the applicator by We live amidst a glut of popping eyesockets, slightly twisting or rotating it from side to side.and in the wet collision between the synthetic, that is to say perceptual, and analytic, that is to say conceptual, fundament. And in each, I’m a stone motherfucker, carving out handholds in the pendulous rock, HOOK UP! (Avoid twisting a plastic applicator, which slides in best when pushed at the proper angle.) my breath mixed with his & hers, hers & his, its and it is, locked and cocked. Will hide us from the bitter storm NAVY! Stop Conceptual writing is a cathedral in a valise, seen and con-comprehended, when the outer tube is inside the vagina picture this is an objective allegory, and the two fingers holding the applicator tube touch the writing as rubric and rebus BLOW EM Then place your index finger (or a finger UP! another baroque carnival of meat and borrowed motion. AIR FORCE! O hiding hair and dewy eyes, There’s far too much presence for us to pretend absence, too much shit at your vaginal opening to pretend to neat middle-aged management, too much of the other hand) on the end of the inner SHOOT EM UP! tube (where the cord comes out). of not enough MARINES. Conceptual writing is a poetics of the leather-bound improbable, the crowning point where sound cauls around the neck and baby turns blue in creamy anticipation! I am no more with life and death Like all rank gods, we insist on excessive instantiation, that is to say, what if everyone was a woman, that is to say, nothing, that is to say My heart upon his warm heart lies, what if everyone was nothing, that is to say, another kind of man. Push the inner tube until it is completely or what if everyone was inside the outer tube. This pushes the tampon out of what? the applicator and My breath is mixed SLICE EM UP! into FREEDOM! into your vagina. his breath THAT'S WHAT'S UP! Darling, I want to say, is that still you?

Vanessa Place