Tuesday, December 31, 2002

13

ON FINALLY SITTING DOWN WITH GERALD BURNS

It took a long time to weep a deep trickle
Niedecker on the door of Marisa's carel
Up on the top floor of Butler. I am reading
On the A train the day after hearing Lee Ann's
A train poems (the black exec nodding off
Over How to Get on the Fast Track) again
On a tape in Kenneth's Honda Probate.
Reading is part of life, The Anatomy of
Melancholy is part of life, Texas woe unto
Us all is part of life. But is it clear yet what
Wittgenstein meant when he declared
That a subject is a limitation of the world?
It is not. It is Tuesday. New Year's Eve.