Chloë Joan López
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The breath of powder I'm shooting through.

Where has the Seamother gone? This is what I'm wondering. There's this also pesky thing, the skin silverer, called voice.

But we want more about the mother! She is distant. Or maybe she has abandoned me. Not physically distant. Some bays may exceed others, but she was in the desert too. Somehow. I've got to read up on that. Brush up on the theology. theory. Breakneck. Halting.

Maybe I'm just throwing a tantrum or other psychotic break. I think I may be waiting for a groundswell, or undulating carpet, or ramjet, to you know elevate me. Elevation. These turnabouts. So maybe such weather rarely passes over, and I'm pouty therefore. Maybe it's just a Crisis of Confidence.

It's all the everyone ever wanted. I think it's the shapeshifting thing. A problem in fluid dynamics. Making people miss the water for the stream. That's what the sea doesn't like. No, it's wanting to that the sea doesn't like.

Here is my usually silent daily rant about how colossally stupid people are. I was going to single out particular people, but I won't. I will have to say that nothing compares to the introduction to a poetry reading I attended, where an extremely well-respected poet described the reader's poetry as ... well, something like "we have the uncanny feeling that something is speaking, and that we are being spoken to."

But it's just so depressing. Is poetry mimesis? Obviously not. Poetry, when it does the things people call mimetic, is representational. Obviously. But I guess if people need to be reminded that poetry sounds like someone is speaking, but cause it's you know in language then I guess I can't hope for too much. I don't think you can even say that a poem seeks to recreate the "experience" that the poem claims to be "about." If you want that, here are some virtual reality glasses. What kind of delusion is this? I like reading about being in Florida; I do not like being in Florida. Obviously. Obviously. Obviously. And then people take this fundamental misunderstanding about what it means to read something, and pile on all this garbage about "ecstasy" or "transcendence" or "a higher plane" and it sounds like so much undigested new age chyme. Have these people actually ever thought about anything ever?

But then I guess the scientists are no better. I just don't know what to do.