I am a child of the east, a dweller of pastures, a goat tribe. And indeed there’s more than one tribe. A strong wind of people blowing up my abode. It’s rocky. horrible. shit passed thru at some point; by wings turning over into blades. My tomb and/or spring therein, “Job’s well.” So say them all, made flowing …
Category: Job
From the Book of Job
DIS-
The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (JOB 4:10) quiet night is working, working cold turkey the little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body am I quite apiece a conductors wand- body in- variably masculine …
And
& day came stiffening & fixed on Job the lips of the God the breadth of God the brother to dragons the companion of owls & day played Job the Job song nonstop Called in the fields Called in the loam. Called his home A burning carriage A burning sky cut off as the tops …
the ways thereof, the paths thereof
a what day calls collateralized a protracted arachnid a thing strings at- tached, tranched, filamentous Net God threw / flyby the seat of his & gee & whiz it worked on paper Day put us a hedge a round house / indivisible and squared it, clubbed it to the [what] power & day projected days …
Would it
Job is an argument of understanding. The story of God and the Devil talking is so flimsy. Why they talk and why they take action is so matter-of-fact, prescribed even. It is a story’s story. It belongs to the realm of what happened. Who Job is, is also flimsy. There’s no describing him without what he has …
pre and post
berating the edges of uncertainty dirt ends of days flame each day clouds possessive thee dark pre dark post every oneday comes for night & on each object day star shining on
stereological instructure
I hair their rushing worn cold many threads forth borrowing dominoes & chunks ice against the lord diadem in hairs of light a-perishing ever without any regarding it stereological instructure
dis-
quiet night is working cold turkey working little hairs on my legs stand up straitless my body is a stole mime body is mana / am quite a piece a me my body conducts / wand- erous body am invariably masculine tissues waving aleatory ambigue my body strip of paper is see below is wait station dis is working a gassy rumblestrip body is …
hairs, chains, days
shut- tling btw the grass- y loom, the sky- black loom, hems pulled an all-night no-ends line up single file turnover, turnover
(4:10)
The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken. (4:10)
Like Moths
& Let um light (pointing) & Let the shadow belly of weather conflate there /many oaths long still forth we berate the edges of uncertainty halved to stair up his banister will The empire of arrangements Fill hymn The livings things put their shelves together Like moths Didn’t stint Any house has ramps up Lumps …
He Earth swallowallowed
Would Earth have him would shelves to put him Root roots to chains of days that would Would make him Leaves, chimes – ching change for a he beetles in a bag for, Lord he flicks for, rents his sinews route Is there any taste in the white of an egg? Surely surely surely surely …
And
row row God said My Job
job wigs
job drops toad clump kings him self w/snakes & ants reek & lizards shit in his beard hear ye my pleas / sings he ths whole whorl about well springs. Previous draft published in Dusie 8 in October of 2009.
He ho
now There was a day now There was a day now There was a day there the murmuring was leaves turned red & flat & rent he, his goat feet towed leaves each hair read err he said from walking up and down on it / ate ft / he said from going to and fro …
fivehundred fivehundred
“His substance also was seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household; so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east.”