TABLE OF CONTENTS
TACHYPHRASIA I ___________________________________153
TACHYPHRASIA II __________________________________154
ON RENEE’S DA DA DITTY ___________________________156
RENEE’S DA DA DITTY AFTER SWEATING _____________157
YOU ARE STUV _____________________________________158
DAH _______________________________________________ 159
I am water running from the mouth
I am a brain run dry
I am fire, biting and cold
I am wordless phrases
I am light, fragmented
I am matter destroyed
And energy in a rock
I am everything except speechless.
Tachyphrasia II. (A Saturday Walk through the Sixties)
Proper men in tuxedoes and bow ties
Soaking their feet in the water
Of the fountain as I boogie along
To the musical squeak of my thigh
High sandals. Going downtown,
(Going’s slower uphill) wearing
My electric suit of orange and purple
And green. It’s hungry out, so women
Of wealth vend grapefruits from rooftops.
There’s a blind man standing on his head
With a German Shepherd lying close at hand,
Grinding an organ. Teachers rush to class
To learn about life. Unwed mothers wander
The shadows in fear of their children.
Lovers walk back to back to back to back.
Monocle bedecked garbage man waves good bye
To lifelong strangers. Construction workers
In five inch heels are tearing up the main street
So they can repair it, pocket books at their sides.
Soldiers’ sons running to battle while their fathers
Shudder in fear in Canada. Doctors living in garbage
Dumps, playing guitar for a living. Shoppers brushing their
Teeth in the plate glass windows while their
Children take advantage.
When the inerudite visions of tortured glory
And things more damaging by far
Make ten equal 9 and then thirteen
And all form fails
And fine words are pompous
And ideas must be hidden
Within some transluctant image,
When art is moneyed down
And yech(!) expresses more
Than slavish attention to verbal detail,
Then money yech(!) becomes the intent of art
And so many words are used to express it
And images fail to create but feeling
And philosophy is misunderstood
And children harm themselves.
On Renes DaDa Ditty
Dada di dit.
Renee di dit do.
Put all the points
Upon a line and then
Pull the line out?
That’s like killing
Someone by mistake.
That’s like hoping
For a reprieve.
Can’t you figure out
Must you raise your hand
Like the player who
Committed a foul?
Dada di dit; can can along,
Pout for freedom, be
The Be Cause, just because.
It’s a Renee sensibility
To charge the stars
In too tight tights,
To ring the bells of the nuclear
Age, like clashing swords,
In a sweeter song of less pale glory
But you could even get a suntan
On a winter’s day. So melt me
To a telephone pole and I will
Sing no more. Melt me to a telephone
Pole and I will sing no more.
Dada didn’t do it.
Daddy didn’t do it,
You didn’t do it yet.
Renee tried and died
So melt me… so much
Is so steeped in silliness
That no one cares about Renee’s sense.
Renee’s Dada Ditty After Sweating
Notice? Notice. Notice!
Notice how, how, how
I show you, you my
Joy– it. I think
I, um, um, want
To, to go, oh, oh
I, um, could have, huh, been
Faking my, um, pleasure
For your– for yours.
But, but, I was, huh,
Was, huh, was not.
Why, um, won’t you
Say anything? Say
Stop! Stop. Stahahp
For a, ah, ah, um
While, while I, hum,
I can’t …keep going.
I, ugh, need a
Breather. I don’t
But, hey, don’t leave
You Are STUV
Hey, hey, mama said the way you move.
Ha ha, baby, bah ba di bo di bee.
Skit scat the cat’s too cool,
Making money but not shebop
It’s a weee, it’s a woah,
It’s away we go.
It’s a confused psycho sillyhood
But not yeeha
And not a tear
Except a rehearsed one
And shat they do
Or did or done; they
Are S T U V
Because now is then,
Its something done and, pressed
In vines, magnetized, it’s real
And what is real is real
And shebop diddily do.
AH SEP PAH TAH SWEE
TO LAH SAH MAN A SHEE
SHEE MAH SCHAWAH ALL ALL
EE ANA PUA PUEE. PUA? PUEE?
ELAH ELOH IPS SAH MAH LAH FAH
ZAH LOO EMA LANA TOO LAH.
MICH ALA SHAN LAH FOO WEE
MI LAH WANA HEEAH HAH HOHAH.
MAMA MOMMA MIAH MAMA MOH.