Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Music or Honesty
I can't remember where I got this. Either I bought at one of Rod's readings in Buffalo, or I did not. It's also possible that he gave it to me when he came to the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair a few years ago.
I love the title of this book.
Some days I think it sets up an equivalence between the two terms, as in Music, or Honesty, or Music = Honesty.
Others I picture a wealthy, gay couple laying about in their ridiculously luxurious Manhattan apartment trying to figure what to do for the day. One of them, spread out on the divan, smoking a cigarette, says to the other, I just can't decide, Music or Honesty?
Still others I picture a big goon out of a 1940's crime flick. He's got his hand in the right pocket of his overcoat, suggestive of a gun, though it's hard to tell if he actually has one. He's pointing the bulge towards a man in the corner on a bed. All he has to do is pull the trigger.
What'll it be, kid? Music, or honesty?
from Music or Honesty
capsized bubbles scott-free & literary love back at the loping to poi
A heal, or example heard — how the rated net soaks need. Remit
sentence in a flayed edition, mourning. Unstuck the, copped singular.
A stupid person is a real event.
& How often
burning for folklore
—you there &
in then, undressed— rolling
the remembered miraculous pix
up the story mocking the
constitutive direct ornament's
moot soft buttoned lapidary
How often it, clutched, remade
the address to coddle
Being in the furthering
ABBREVIATED bicyclette abreast hopes
from the hired car half-happy
with raisinette wrappers &
reeling in the cajoled bridge-incisor's
nut-balm of a naked scrape's butter
unmercenary, slightly hungry,
with the music very loud.