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While the Men Converse
Went so. / for Wntr.
/ can y. undstd --
In spc. mny types
awt. the end.
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°°° ~ now the
blue/bk. over / turned
the eggs of Tps.
To reveal to me the
Vrts.
That man dwells amidst * - c
? Id.s. ,,, / (,,,) -- ...
/ / / -- \ °°°
Tps Vrts -- flowing like
lamposts on dusty grey
bookshelves --
While the Men.
Converse°°° °°
– A free-form poem, a guest-poem from my past. I wrote this poem in the summer of 1983, a point in time when I was keeping a fairly regular journal (a kind of analogue predecessor to this here blog thingy, right?). It was hard to transcribe – I was experimenting with what is called “concrete poetry” I guess. My handwritten letters and the spaces that I filled with bits of punctuation and pseudo-writing were as important as the actual text. I was being deliberately gnomic with my weird abbreviations and omissions of letters – most of them I can figure out, but in fact I’m clueless about the meaning of “Tps” in the above poem. I’m guessing that “Vrts” is “virtues”… maybe? So perhaps “Tps” means “typos” – that would please my notion of meta-referentiality, anyway. Let it be so.
So transcription is quite difficult. Here is the image of the original poem. And the facing page with its accompanying illustration.
