BLACK WITTGENSTEIN

6
Scattered reaccounting in the Miraculous and varied
Life of the black Wittgenstein
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A brief biography of smells
And other assorted objects

1910

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A cull. Pray beads over a soft strawberry whimper. The sounds of birth in a dream about birth. A hush over a valley or swamp.
Laughter.

1920

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The grating of machine cathderal and dry well. Chorogrphy of avoidance and a cotten field that once fell on a sword of flames.
Only to become a wheelhouse
A meetinghouse
A small county welfare office.

1930

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Scaffolding. A red dirt that sometimes looked like diamonds and, at others, like
Hair. pork rinds and old cabbage cooked in an old way. Sadness, wafts of sweet and
Anger.

1940

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Enthusiasm and more
Sadness
Sadness like an unbroken dream
or men who live
Like unfinished
Couplets.

One day,
There was
A child who asked
Me to name
Sordello.

The sidewalk smelled of bones.

1950

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I remember music
And a good spring.
A body on a tresle
And warm hand extended on
An old ferry.

1960

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A supple dead earth. Talismans draped from a barricade of tenements.
A bird circled the island as if to say
We are the will of our
Downfall
A shadow of an invisible
Kingdom
Harlem
Dallas
Memphis

1970

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Lunacy has a smell as well,
Cocaine skys and vomit
pewter gun damp
A mindless spectacle
You can barely
Touch.

1980

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Perhaps our sadness
Gave way to blindness
       To a sorta of
Languid cult of half
Death
Between the eternal return and
A hole in the calendar
Defeat too has it’s smell

1990

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You can tell your own
Proximity to
The partition
And with it
       Forgiveness

THE FINAL WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE BLACK WITTGENSTEIN

“The possibility of all similes, of the whole pictorial character of our language, is founded in the logic of portrayal”
[4.015]

Wittgenstein
[18.5.15]

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To wither ourselves into the fallow
Shady spots
Of
       Canal and
Houston
        Fallen
Cabins
In an Ukrainian
winter
Grasping for
Rebirth under
The veil
Of a nuclear summer
Trapped
In abstract numbers.
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Above Arkansas
Under
The silicon of subways

Elegance carved
In
        Figure 8’s
Our laurels left on the Mason Dixon
Like a body status
Motion over a
Firewood sky.
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Black Wittgenstein peers
From the catacombs
Of cornstalks
Earth worms
the dwindling estate
and familial fate of
Romulus stranded
In the Caribbean

        //////either we are in one
Time and not another
Funeral fugue  mythical Austria
burning cross  Atlanta
Flavorless delis of Brooklyn
In a circle of fire and
Grey
(as if rust oxides all life and color)
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Our hands rendered
Turtles
Without oceans
Or mates
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It was the impossibility of
Mathematical destiny that
Saved me-
       A universe that held me and me
Alone
Along the multitude
       X.Y.Z
Or a trillion
Ham hocks in knapsacks
Crossing the borderlands.
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I yearned to breath deep in
The lanterns of
       humane
Century
And among the fireflys
        Of deserted
Chruchyards
I have come to
Discover
That fullness is an illusion.
We,
        Reflections of an
         Imperfect perfect god like
A revelation .
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         Black Wittgenstein stuck
In the parallel dimension
      Life
               Death
A wordless
        Apostle
Among the stained glass of
Harlem.
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Black Cervantes jerks off
Into the infinite mirror-
eye for an I
tooth for widows
cum for cum
And through
Our mindless action;
Our hands free
Transference
Like an apology
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A chain tethers all of us to the material world
In this case-
         A jail cell in Morocco

Example given.
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Black Wittgenstein caters a party
Celebrating the achievements
Of Bertrand Russel.
Black Wittgenstein holds
Her
       Breath
Time
Ruptures across the continents
        A chardonnay
Is
Spilled on
A shag carpet
In a
       Rumorless
Europe
As Karl Popper
Scowls over the homeland
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There are black angels in the attics
Of a liberated France
buried mahogany mosque
Black wittgenstein
          refration
        Of the black
Madonna,
The blessed
         Savior of the Nile
Curiously wrapped
     In the white of
A moonless Sahara
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I have come dizzy to
The fault line
In history
Hand to hand
Through a fire place in
Vienna
A flowerless
Apocalypse
Or an
Inappropriate
Picnic
In Andalusia
with the secret
cousins of the Berbers
cosmic static
///or
Missed
Equations in
The abyss
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Black Wittgenstein
Contemplating the break
In lifeless
Decimals
A Mississippi sprained skyward
toward the oil drawn
light d-oubled blood
Spelt endless

Of destiny
And wrong turns
Bad
Algebra
And history
       Under
A
Shoehorn
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A black simile
On the onion side
of
A dead
Sun
Improbable
Mathematical
Systems
Sang
In the love
Of an infinite language
Beyond
       Vowels
or algebra
        And
that’
        s
just
                                                a valley and a sun
                       a desert dreamed
             by the mirage
                                     of a rain forest
             when the future was known
boneless  love
      composed
BLK.

The Final Will and Testament of the black Wittgenstein.

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