CANTO 62 Is the Word is God

 

Is the Word is God God-Word

that underlies all philosophical talk

or is it all just talk,

talk show, speech into spectacle?

Spectacled then, under glass, can you spy

or magnify such a fabric, see thread crossing

thread, "in an expanding framework,

text, speaker, music or sonic media, visual media,

costume, staging, but also the audience, the setting,

and, conceivably, the transmission in some form of the performance?"

Thread crossing thread, tent-weave

of world-wide-web,

not logocentric logorrheic logjam, perhaps,

but only the play of differences,

canvassing the wind, the crow-call just now,

the weave of the arche-writing:

the literary text is about the trace

derridada derridada

impatient with words with ideas

how they don’t really say what you mean

how you can have drift on the hokum of your tongue

but it won’t come off

like a stuck malarkey, or balderdash,

did you ever stick the persiflage of your poppy_cock

through the blarney in the blather,

and how it melted as you tooled it around

in your line, until it was just clap_trap,

you know what I mean?

how you can have bullshit, with rap,

which is nevertheless trying to say dance,

if you could only put it into song

but you can’t and even potato_chip

with grease are like that,

like the line, trying to help the meat_grinder along

like the time’s another thing of fingers

that don’t quite say what you mean, either,

so it’s just caterwauling

or like how you can have whole crashing socks

that lift you out of your opera

or a rock seat that knocks your symphonies off,

you know, street drift? that makes your words snap,

and then you hear the kind some other song

it sounds like industrial words assembly song

like when you taste the words inside the songs

It’s like sometimes you don’t want that words and something

bum words bull song sliver?

don’t hand me that mouth that life_saver hole tongue

tip life_saver— gumdrop tongue

tip you see what I’m saying?