& talkin art w/ self-identified Alaskan AmurInjuns
& temporalities
& colonial identities minus interludes
into poetics of vanguardism
& what us Messyskins call vendidosity
now don’t play yrself they’d just
been to that big museum I’ve never
stepped in but been advised
to step in
& hell tomorrow’s as good a day
as any & she white conqueress
another Haidan Malinch
captured by these Alaskan artists
run to New York to meet him
& ask him specifics abt his art
caressed him w/ minor or no poetic
reflection but w/ thoughts on craft
& that he thought cdn’t hurt anything
& that wd mean keeping strict to regiment
& forlorn extended reflection into metaphors
& all those complex architectonics of literature
both good & bad & extending
his own texts into circulation w/o extended study
institutionalized as masterhood of any fine art
& also avenues of circulation
of social & historical structures structuring
experiences of living & yes dying
hierarchies of being from through in to time
& strict accounting of space
imagined & represented depth & surface
tone & touch
well all those artists sitting around
pounding good ol Amurkan cheap draft
beer poured in pitchers one after another
all came together to think of poetry
as something distinct nor cultural
& he thought from what he remembered
that his poetry wd never do well in Alaska
b/c he nearly fell down stairs outside
lookin up toward wall street smokin
his ciggy b/c his boot caught & tipped
up a board