GUEST EDITOR GABRIEL GUDDING ~THE STRANGE CALL
VOLUME 19, ISSUE 3 ISSN 1543-6063


Cloud Money (A Poetics)           

                                                                             for KSM

 

1. Source Report

Contributions of $200 or more from individuals:

Contributions from Political Action Committees:

Contributions from Indian Tribes:

Candidate (self-funded):

 

Dissolve, dissolving

Room in a dream (had said, was to have said, was to have been recorded, saying)                    

(in a mirror) emotion    recollected in the printing factory          

Then it’s the printing factory

 

Corporate accountability        Shouting

at a shut door before the image exploding image of

...catches and smoke fills the screen or is (our shadows) the screen

Although this is a normal and expected use of money (cloud outlook

“If for some reason you lose money in a St Cloud Times news rack”

“It’s like it all happened once” (No money

                                                No       down financing)

Request for some information

For a memorized list of positions former positions room in a dream

(“you said,” the foreigner started, nervous)

 

do you know (how well do you know); do you know (are you now or have you ever) how well have you memorized                             how do you know what you know

There are certain facts about that country

 

The money supply

We will fix this speech               (For the convention)

We will for the opening moments in which a woman / by putting the subject / to sleep

Fix this stuttering so the repeated dissolve of half finished phonemes in which

 

8:46 a.m. (ad hoc)

9:03 a.m. (ad finem)

 

in the candlelit bedroom Enchanting beauty shimmering Like an iridescent cloud being

But it’s gonna take money

                                                A whole... (Intervening

 

To be their representative         

The image is of slowly waving leaves

 

 

2. Cloud Seeding

Th th th                                     There

 

In the (bank of the) red earth in the earth / have you signed / a pay ph pho phone

s-s-s-slot in the crumbling iron-rich d-d-damp clay texture as of a heavy c-cake opening

in which

to push a coin  / name in another language / for mother (“no, what I actually said was”)

the buried subtext                     When you wake                                  

 

like printing money                    (No credit

                                                Check              no application

 

Fee) Feel

Feelings (not a phone you could speak into but a phone you could only listen I want to tell you my dream this work “could lead to the breakdown of the protective space that exists in the world for the kind of poetry I write (As my teacher once wrote...”This text is not conducive enough to a social and literary world in which my particular personality and imagination seem likely to thrive.”) Lit from within (as clouds could appear to be) / Listen I want to tell you my dream / I want to tell you what happened to me / This was where I was when                   you could only              listen

                                                            There was someone waiting for me

And if they had been there

 

...As soon as I get a job (thus money), I’ll be buying it, as well as ... My Friends” and “Alight” from

the live stuff, and, of course, my favorite, “Cloud 9

has caused companies, which have plenty of money, to postpone spending

 

Urgent dream               first person

 

These paths are eroding

These paths made by those who have who need

made by their passing

These paths (the child put a handful of earth to her mouth) are eroding

 

In heavy rain                 first person / almost visibly

 

 

3. Picture Guide to Transitions

And so they erased from the maps because it displeased her that country because it displeased her their queen and moved the borders so there was no unsightly reminder (blank space) because it displeased her who was in mourning that country and no one was to teach anyone of its existence again indeed they were not even to mention its name

 

Population and products

Commerce and communication Washed out unsafe (let me tell you a story)

 

Pressing a coin into the earth

...wheras particles in a scientists’s cloud chamber have no lawyers,

The curve of the path as it followed the curve of the mountain

made it appear to break off or continue

into the sky                              

                                                Anyway

 

 

4. Corporate Accountability

Remains yes remains as a memorial even though it was long ago (exploding

Though there are still the same exactly the same number of hours in a day

                                                Someone I had lost touch with

No I can’t give you that information she kept saying (washed into

An appointment for the one on Cloud Street and handed over

            possibly the largest amount of money (perilous ravines and the lines

           

(Enter City Hall and go upstairs. Talk to the Mayor. He will need a code

            for his safe

 

Candlelit economy in the bedroom my mind set addenda

Iridescent recurring worry addenda my darling ad infinitum

South Central Nebraska was not the name of that country (besides

(“But I had thought you said,” she started again, nervously)

Candlelight closing date GiftCloud not currently ad-da-da-denda

Her jet beads clicking as she stepped away from the table on which they had placed a sample of

the adjusted world map she let us know--as only she knew how—she was pleased

Could not stop her from eating the earth for we had nothing

Candelit 10:03 a.m. ad valorem credit shimmering connection

I am a cloud / As a cloud / no man / a piece of the main

“I do not know where the wind will blow me next”

Stream, streaming

Laura
Mullen

Laura Mullen has recently joined the faculty at Louisiana State University. She is the author of four books: her first collection of poems, The Surface (1991), was chosen as a National Poetry Series selection; her second collection, After I Was Dead (1999), was selected for the University of Georgia Press Contemporary Poetry Series. She is also the author of The Tales of Horror (Kelsey Street Press, 1999) and her third collection of poems, Subject, came out in 2005 from the University of California Press. She has been awarded a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, a Rona Jaffe Prize and several McDowell Colony Fellowships. Recent work has appeared in Xantippe, Aufgabe, the Iowa Review, New American Writing, Civil Disobediences: Poetics and Politics in Action and The Iowa Anthology of New American Poetries. Her next book, Murmur, will be published by furturepoem books in December.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poems on this page © Laura Mullen 2005.
 

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