Bruce Andrews

From Seven Poems
Mavericks do not become great leaders. The organization is more the weighing of one part against another within a whole than the building of a whole through systematic succession. She is a child playing house inside her own enthusiasms, the kind of success that can only be measured in loss, a lot of useful scrutinizing, the insidious connection develops between economic dependency and sexuality. S, S, S & s & s, an intellectual: someone living articulately beyond her or his intellectual means. We have no other, a phrase that badly needs study. Nonsense bargains. I don't want an art of visual aids, this is the problem of an index. Events now followed with bewildering rapidity. What shit about loaves and fishes? Meet-me-tonight-cowshed. Vestiges of illusionism do not overpower but assume their place in a revealed activity -- "the terms I like to see," ...Faith-less Love, "defensive communication." Well grubbed, old mole! Taken as a whole, they are like quicksilver do's and don'ts -- what is the status of 'always'? Ten trillion flies cannot be wrong: Eat shit. Like a searchlight that had found its target, man's auditory equipment is similarly elaborate. ('No beliefs to propel him, only imposed but arbitrary obligations.') The touchdowns are the triumphs of will.




