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 . . .
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
: 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
: 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 . . .)