The Thing Is

“The thing about mental illness is…there are no clear boundaries, easy definitions, succinct categorizations or unitary meanings that help waylay the anguish, the despair, or the visceral ontological sense of paradox which become manifest whenever they so choose. My writing allows me to at least attempt to match this epistemological tempest without maliciously inflicting apoplexy on unsuspecting, unprotected, others, while also, simultaneously, decompressing the defining, repeating, infinite moment of haunting loss which holds inside it, and very deep inside its deceptive hollows: the most personal of histories, the richest nuance of experience, and a maginficent potential for profound intellectual communion(within our suffering and grief-stricken souls).”

–Henry Roth (1906-1995)

Fyodor & Boldt

A note from the judge grated edge
Of my frayed Jewish new quarter sock
Writs of delicate Delmore feared dead
Beloved yiddisher farm channel cock

Of such rage for discrimination
A globalized cage open for folly
Just Solly’s contumely-ish mind
Performing fresh in a seminal volley

Faith columns black wind for death
My slop heart sets out brown challie
Mentions of aggrieved missing depth
Diction dizzy in some modern dolly

Take this time issue directly above
It posits construction to be more aspiring
I cohere with this articulately too
Just recently being a blue jay retiring

Species can turn air this summer
Lies may strengthen unfurling squall
White capitals wet thumb the breezes
Dryden’s O is a good goat song call

I Didn’t Know That People Think

Did you know that people grow
By the grove and by the foot
By the strove and by the soot
I didn’t know that people grow

Did you know that people eat
By the pound and by the street
By the hound and by the feat
I didn’t know that people eat

Did you know that people kiss
By the face and by the hiss
By the lace and by the mist
I didn’t know that people kiss

Did you know that people steal
By the left and by the seal
By the bite and by the keel
I didn’t know that people steal

Did you know that people write
By the dream and by the night
By the horse and by the flight
I didn’t know that people write

Did you know that people die
By the head and by the man
By the bedding and by the fan
I didn’t know that people die

Did you know that people meet
By the heavens and by the street
By the salads and by the meat
I didn’t know that people meet

Did you know that peple err
By the heat and by the hair
By the teat and by the air
I didn’t know that people err

Did you know that people think
By the tense and by the tear
By the sense and by the ear
I didn’t know that people think