The mss. following, For Want Of originated in my desire to make a simple statement about animals: our egotistical, destructive ‘categorical separation’ of Life, our overtly cruel treatment of animals for often pointless or, at best, ambiguous studies.

Allowing myself poetic movement/breath (I need such an extended range) with a prosaic ‘subject’ left me straddling two traditional forms (categorically). Even though the surface might appear ‘poetic’ this is not a poem.

The intent is nothing other than a statement, a willing, a protestation, for the animals.

 

Man is an over-complicated organism.
If he is doomed to extinction he will die out
for want of simplicity . . .

Ez. Pound

 

For Want Of
Breath.

                           the in, out . . . linguistic structures

                                                         Our Lungs

                           or
                                       this line so hard
                                       found
                                       into

                                        breath

There can be no
utopia no
new age no
Dictum of Clarity

                                       until we forget the old
                                       Angel/Beast Dichotomy
                                       that

COMPLICATION

                        : complecti / to entwine about
                                                      to twist

                                    braid : spiral : knot

                          pattern, convoluted, turned in upon
                          itself to loss of distinction
                          of CLARITY

This we need :
                                       to be able to see structure,
                                       pattern, delineation

                                       a matter of design, a simple

                                        seeing

                                                           of form

complication

            : wire cages, row after row (Psychology Lab, U.N.C., or Pharmacology
                                                                          Studies or Research Triangle Institute,
                                                                          or . . . ad infinitum)

                (skullskullskullskullskull)
                of animals

                                                           & all of One Breath, One Pattern

                 in a laboratory
                 that we
                 might live

                                      longer . . . (consider the dust that 10 years, 100 years                   

                                                               is, in infinity)
This, our complication, our cutting off from
the design, the clear
that distinct clarity of song, of one
mockingbird; singular, lone,
who sang all night
& my soul

OF ONE BREATH

with that bird, that tiny heart, beak, strength
of throat & pulse

A Union

not unlike the strange combination of sea-salt-water to gland’s secretion
again :

DESIGN, CLARITY, CORRESPONDENCES
brought about
between species
(&, with this accomplished, from species to star . . .)