Fatras simple

Project Tapestry
Copyright 1981, 2000 e. blakemore
(something linear, logical)

Fatras Simple

Now we see how it works; Army thoughts, arming against a lied-truth approach
It was so easy, destroying a mind, no use for reproach.

Now we see how it works; Army thoughts, arming against a lied-truth approach
No meter, no rhythm other than fingers sliding grace-
Lessly — to smooth skin, to women, to organization.
To Berlin we go with flutes, with science
Beyond logic, and past foolishness.
Talk a long while to Brecht and to oneself, entrance
A child with ball and chain — by strategy of marionette
Attack her sensibilities. Eliminate her muscles
Her control is bizarre, more like supra-gravity,
More and less like love gone bad in stupor.
It was so easy, destroying a mind, no use for reproach.

Notes on the fatras as a poetic form.

(something illogical, but unavoidably linear)