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(For two bass guitars, an electric guitar, a steel drum, two vocalists. The two vocalists alternate, one screaming at a guttural pitch, represented by the capitals. The other is clear and feminine The lead vocalist plays the electric guitar while the secondary vocalist runs about on stage, hitting and biting the other members of the band.)
Brag of love and hate / Dead as /
When he ga loped in / Earth. /
/ Unyie ding / She’s gone forever //
Let me enunciate my images:
Bird pushed out of the nest —
Sky wiggling its little piggy toes —
The horses’ hoofs grown long off
This soft muck — The sandtrap at
The playground —
New rails fall out from the bridge every day —
Calling your mother, after the bout of illness — —
Or one becomes infatuated with the irritant, the Insufficiency of Bringing an image to the page, such that things Might best be presented in prose. The problem becomes that the image might have been stubbornly entrenched in some form after all, and that in Being put into explicit terms it vanishes.
