New Cities/New Soviets

September 15, 2004

Word Virus: Motivation

Yesterday
riding the subway,
I remembered how I felt
riding the subway.


Near people
nonetheless
unreachably
far away.

One time
was a girl
near Columbia
(student?)
who I knew
with telepathic certainty
saw something
as I saw something
(slighly sloppy style
sweatpants
and unusual socks)


"Telepathic connection is a must
for anyone who would
be my friend" -- Burroughs
and I kicked myself
after I got off the train
to make my psychologist appointment


It seemed to me
then
unacceptable waste
to ride a train
with other people
and not to love them
struggle with them
touch them


I raged
against
this failure.

What a fine life!


-----------

People
with downcast
eyes


closed mouths

surveying
their own
guts

thinking
about
their
children

working
to
make
rent

easing
into
a
chair
when they get the chance.

Are they to be pitied?


------------


Wild poet's
swagger:
"my name
sincere
sin serious
delerious
I spit rhymes
furious
+ no one understands me"

he buys me
a cupful of beer
and I make him
a beef sandwich


"you didn't tell
me it was Sunday man
i hadda leava dollar
on the counter
and steal it"


------------

comfort
security
procreation

prole catz
perogatives

enough motivation

a full
stomach
can defer a
batallion of dreams

growlz
for now

when do they speak?

------------

when
I see the
poetry
of molecular
dance

cityscape
graffiti scored

(strangeness
dreamed?)


I almost
break

the dreamer
cannot awake


------------


give it up
give what up
the best is lose


motivation
is an artifice

every task
needs a reward


the more ephemeral
task
the more simple
reward

it works
without mystery


what task
is before
me?

aha

// idunno?

middle and lumpen elements are often
under-aware of the power and
utility of these social cues,
or, more precisely,
mistakenly situate them in
familial, neighborhood or other
highly local and unstable
networks.

This is only a drawback
if it's unawares-like. Beyond
that, it gives certain powers
and freedoms of criticism.

--//

Posted by Sam at September 15, 2004 06:27 AM

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