but here's what i read in dc a few weeks ago. it's a series that is supposed to take place at a place called big bear, but had to be relocated, and of course i had written everything for big bear.
So thin there four no three “he said it freaked him out; our most honest conversations have been when he was drunk and I was out of my mind” he locked her in their room to sleep
now you look appropriately evident scalp is soil not suggestion hair is baby hair is baby it was like holding an Easter ribbon from within the hymnal then to drop carefully atop the trash the hair not the ribbon as in the tricks to hold your pants up
I’m in the woods I’m in the water the only thing between me and the sea are my parents in their bed their breathing rolling in and out unconcerned oh brother oh brother Grandmom is trapped between the adjoining rooms like a little farting gnome between me and the sea my parents between doors the one who is waiting to die and trying to give my chocolates back
Various contrived postures of surrender loose ends into bedrooms of heirlooms alchemy of time when things fall apart is or is not conditional depending on who are you now I mean who you are now
It does matter it does matter what you say when it’s the last thing it never doesn’t matter this saying there is no parallel to form there is nothing over there was what was said it sat and has sat continuously in absence and yours and years after your under
You look better, more friar-y
You look more like a person and less like a lollipop
He calls you The Bear
The hair is what I’m getting at here, and your new fingernails, and your new skin
My grief has been
Poems Written for Big Bear, Including that Last One, Sight Unseen and Now Not Even Applicable, So Instead for a House and the Bears Within It, More than Three
Wade is a nice name because it is a verb and connotes the obvious (slick rocks under water; you are with your friend)
Thank you, Wade
Bears live near the river
Some Things I Know About Bears
-there are many kinds, but the best is either the panda or the black bear
-most of the time their feet turn inward
-they are born in pairs or sometimes trios. I don’t think there is ever just one or maybe that’s why
-they are never as brown as you expect
-black bears trot with hunchbacks at dusk across the road
-bears live near the river
-something about Teddy Roosevelt
Emotionality of Bears
-bears do not tuck their bellies into their pants in the cemetery on Easter and don’t go there just to hang out
-bears do not constantly orient and try to look fulfilled or devoted to writing
-bears see the sun but don’t think of it as shy or as too aligned
-bears do not see loose dogs as bad people
-bears are not always melancholy when meeting themselves, but they perceive peace as sadness, boredom as sadness, fatigue, complacency, comfort, all sadness. They satiate, they prefer novel things, those that require vigilance, attention, not-homeness, anything but familiar or cows blanketed in gray or rough, assertive grass (actually bears don’t mind that) or Sunday; anything but upstairs or wait or pent-up. they might sort and keep urban with accuracy, recognize rote and name and personal information to keep just right at the ready and chance of rain. If they are hungry they do not ignore their hunger. However, they do not want to peel shrimp and break the shell and pinch the legs and tear away from the body.
Bears in Literature
J A Tyler wrote recently, “I felt like the bear wanted to say something, wanted to speak, but instead he just sat at the table I had built, in this second house, dejected.”
This is all becoming more appropriate; I didn’t know I had included such house things
Bears as Men
It might be dangerous to be part of any community that does whatever the opposite of anthropomorphizing is, no, that’s not really the issue; bears have roles too.
Bears in Education
I know seven little bears. Some of their very favorite pastimes include rocking and not rocking. One of them will one day be the world’s greatest theremin player. Many people see the little bears as not-bears when it is they themselves who are not-bears. I don’t know why this isn’t more obvious to everyone.
It took Temple Grandin like 20 years before she understood category dog
To understand category bear all you have to understand is run
Except in the case of the koala
So he cries, calls me “sir,” says everyone should go to work, that’ll be seven dollars
I don’t know why this isn’t more obvious to everyone
There is No Bear There (This Might be a Little Gross)
First he was hiking with his friend
Next he got between the mother and her cub
Then she bit off the front of his head
Last he was fishing with sunglasses on
First they realized the chimpanzee sanctuary had lost power
Next they kept getting their car stuck in the mud
Then he used a stick like this:
Last he saw his friend in a trunk without a jaw
First they were about two and a half
Next a dog came into the room
Then they explored it with their hands because they were blind
Last dog meant fur and wet and teeth and joy
Let’s retell the story together using pictures.
The First Leap (for Adam Good):
two thoughts at once and the realization makes three
chase the train all the way to your mother
tell her you have dreamed of this place
you built your own house for someone else
there are herons
the little bear’s head is a planet pushing down
on his body
his allergies are too bad to go out in the spring
when it rains his body fills up and pushes back
so that he can roll down the window and
swim to his mother,
who is on the shore with cough drops
waiting to breathe on him
can I bring him with me to the herons
can we figure out why a bear in a car
with a planet for a head,
do you live near the mountains or the sea
The Second Leap:
it’s not the crashing thing, it’s the ball of metal
hurtling through the atmosphere thing
Johannes Hevelius drew the bear “as if being
viewed from outside the celestial sphere”
according to Wikipedia
(on the part of Johannes Hevelius I mean)
connect, and animals, and sudden boundaries
that their fur should muffle all this jabber
that they should sleep curled against the dome
fetal and insulating and blanketed grandly
by their own dust and stuff
The Third Leap:
O constellations, you enable me to do things like
listen to Ave Maria on repeat for two hours
and feel like I am in The Squeeze Machine
the window is open
the neighbors light fireworks for a death
fireworks then TV tower then pollution then plane then
satellite then stars then puppy-like curl
I will forget who I am, or idiom
Big Bear says this is the spice of life
Plurality in asterisms
Poems written for a house
Big Bear, help me with a transitional object
I need to know what is expected of me
And what types of rugs
And Finally, Conversation Between Human and Bear Inhabitants of the House
For this one you have to imagine a very small cat-like bear airborne but with its feet hanging floppily down, wearing a serious expression, floating backwards up the staircase and then reappearing over to the left, and back around and up the stairs over and over, really fast.
See that one on the end? I think that’s an Adbusters or something that I’ve had for like ten years but now it just marks ten years. Remember when I used to clean the kitchen and you would
well that one time you jumped from the roof to the top of the air conditioner
Why is this so sad
Because the very small cat-like bear is expressionless. Because the agency is not with the very small cat-like bear. Because the agent is invisible and the very small cat-like bear is oblivious, in terms of being in oblivion, not clueless, in fact he’s very aware. He is making no Biblical reference.
Possibilities for what happens between the top of the stairs and the re-entry into the frame.
Very small cat-like bear dry cleaning rack and alteration center, which would explain a lot about all of you
My cat is still alive, his legs make V’s, his head, he has nystagmus or something, it’s really noticeable in the morning when I walk toward him. His name is Otis. I named him Otis for you-know-who’s hospital roommate.
In the way that I wanted to be visibly aware I named my cat Otis after the roommate. I could have chosen to not even mention the hospital, after all almost all elevators are made by the company OTIS. I think there’s someone running for county council with the last name Otis.
It is impossible for me to look at my very small cat-like bear Otis and not think of his death. I am sure many people have this problem with pets, but hardly any with children. When he dies I will finally be able to hold him. I have guilt about the violence of need.
Is the very small cat-like bear rising to heaven?
You know what it’s not even sad because of the very small cat-like bear. I can’t believe I would think that. The very small cat-like bear’s body is so funny when his feet swing out. It’s the time of day.
In that way you were accessory—bricked-up fireplace, unused kitchen table. All we ever did was rearrange. When I lofted my bed some of the scrap wood had the name of a dead person on it. I had really dry skin that grossed him out and he misspelled my name in an email. I looked under his bed for death evidence and found vomit. Then later I got a very small cat-like bear and realized that happens a lot, so it could have been from his very small cat-like bear, but either way I’m sure he vomited when he died. Today Chris said that it’s a relief, when someone dies, and she dried her right eye, and I never grieved seeing someone else instead, even after what I’d said
Each part of a very small cat-like bear is a biome. One of my very small cat-like bears suffers from mosaicism.
She doesn’t really suffer, I’m kidding about that part. That very small cat-like bear could be laughing for all we know.