Norma Cole
SPEECH PRODUCTION: Themes and Variations

exhibit
exhibition

ribbons
vandals
the ribbons of vandals, the vandals
of ribbon, scissors of ribbon,
ribbons of scandal
sculpture of
ribbons or
strips
strippers
strip clubs

exhibitions: temporary inhibitions, my semblables: collective guilt: don’t leave your
filthy shirt, your own fifty-yard line. What would be the motive in that “kind of
temporary performance”? (Christo & Jeanne-Claude)

quote
quotation
quit
quoting
quit it
unscripted
quoted unscripted
quote script?
script quote

Why do I like it under the trees in autumn when everything is half dead? Why would I
like the word moving like a cripple among the leaves and why would I like to repeat the
words without meaning?

physics
physical
physicist
metaphysical physicist (string theorist)
psychoactive physicists
psychotic episode

Sonata: a musical composition in contrasted movements

constellation
stardust
nuclear glow train, Yucca, Nevada
rotate the exhaust
on second thought

Did you make that: the sheep, yarn, afghan? birds, feathers, pillows, bookshelves, (trees,
nails etc.) the books on them, the slides (yes), their glass mounts, tray, projector? lamps,
record player, records (vinyl!), occasional tables, desk, chair, papers? their colors and
weights, sizes, like that candy wrapper? notes (perhaps), postcards, newspapers, my cane,
myself?

Negt & Kluge
Sappho
Borges
Cortázar
Pindar
Bavcar
or Bavchar? What does the little inverted circumflex over the c do?

to be at music
beyond waterlily lake
at the level
of local language
this means ours
geophysical
pelagic

Petulant pixies had completely rearranged the living room. Stand here more or less.
Lessness. We can put it like this: petulant lover identified with her. Or over-identified
with her.

sixties
seventies
thirties
forties
fifties

unattended, an original
a small wreath of acacias
sky of the sun
or light of the
sky “that lies behind the sun” (Dante)

Frosted Flakes, the biggest box you ever saw! Let’s ramble, muskrats! The rooftop
oxygen gets right into my room!
“Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
cannot bear very much reality. ” (T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton”)

She finished the painting of the little girl, washed her hands—like today it was warm,
sunny, celebratory—got the call, elation, first of all, for his sake.

Rascasse:scorpion fish, used in bouillabaisse
scorpions
scabies
scrapies
prions
scrapie prions
prion protein

floating
in the unbroken air
silent trade
citrus, columbus, chaplet: wreath, as of flowers
worn on the head
curly haired, the rent went up when
his temper went up

books lying open to the sun
like speckled trout
Feb.3, a quiet day

Richard Winslow wrote music for Endgame. Twenty-seven is the age when Jules
Laforgue died. “Garcia Lorca stole /poetry from this drinking fountain” (Robert Duncan,
Caesar’s Gate)

as for the classical idea of spice
he thought if you
sneezed, he would say: bless you
he would say: thank you
he would say: gesundheit

sweet flag: calamus
very cloudy: books flying up to the sun
you, little cloud of more than human form, setting fire in back of the brain

interface
interfaith
the notes he took down yesterday
came out to the left
and right: no, no, no
not a class, just people
each other

accent: “a superior force of voice or of articulative effort, upon some particular syllable.”
(Webster’s Dictionary, in Saintsbury’s Manual of English Prosody) Getting ready for the
Bay-to-Breakers, Bay-to-Breakers, Bay-to-Breakers.

quiet violence
preoccupied
hot & spicy
chutney, peppers
with the
stuffed
duck

the sea breeze maybe once a month
south of the park
South Beach
the South End
southern intonation, not a phrase, her articulation, speech production, imagine there was
an eclipse

“I swan” quoth Paul Blackburn in “Sirventes”
sitting on the railroad tracks
wireless
violets
voice, voices

“one loves only form
and form only comes
into existence when
the thing is born” (Olson, “I, Maximus of Gloucester to You”)

for all intents and purposes I has slippage: forthwith, the body can never recede
“Exchequering from piebald fiscs unkeyed” (“The Comedian as Letter C,” Wallace
Stevens)

slip
slippage
slam
slam dunk
apples, to Syria, from the Golan heights
pitch the woo, Jack
Jesse and J.J.
Bill, who was J.J. anyway?

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