• Chaos as a Girl, just over Seventeen
1. There is a structure to chaos
2. the manner the universe unravels, spirals at a quickening velocity, loosening the knot of its becoming
3. the girl chanting in her head: undo this knot I did not knot
4. the taste of salt dissolving on the tongue— as language
5. a dry well, uncovered
6. the motion of a pen scripting the word salt
7. a metaphor released
8. the throat of the river blocked from becoming rapids
9. without language, the failure of words,
10. the turn of a phrase along the bottom hem of her skirt, then the scene changes—
Intentionally, a blurring of three or four possible short poems were brought together as one larger unit. A collage of plausibility. One clear influence is a work by Kimiko Hahn: “Wellfeet, Midsummer” which consist of small chunks of numbered poetic statements, which at first appear in logical sequence, but then begin to slightly scramble numerical order or drop out, delete specific passages.
With the latest chaos poem, I printed out the individual entries, then proceeded to paste them in random order, blindly selecting the scraps of paper from an envelope. Ironically, due to the persistent theme and consecutive imagery in the lines, the impulsive structure intuitively shaped itself. Back in September I used a slightly similar approach with a poem titled “Saint Brendan and the Whale, yet in that case, I paid close attention to the resulting “quilting” of stanzas. For the “Chaos” lines, the juggling process occurred strictly by subconscious instinct.
The following images illustrate the resulting pages.
From apparent, random disorder to collective, structured order.
No rules equates to rules.