Working Notes: The films Rope, Compulsion and Swoon all hover in the vicinity of this poem. All three films are versions of the Leopold and Loeb story. H. L. Mencken was their lawyer -- his transcripts of the trial also hover. What is the nature of the unthinkable? of crime? Sacrifice, still the most erotic act and still never enough. To say anything is to say too much. To do anything too. To write anything too. Murder and everything standing in for something else.


                  THE 12th of NEVER




Fibula Fabula Fable




      "My parents never gave me anything," he said.
      "That's not true," replied the fairy God Mother and
      handed him a jeweled ashtray with ashes in it.





whose heads and hands are covered in dark socks
left at an intersection
in a stroller
(in a nest -- one falls
through the firescape)
directions:
return secretly
walk them every day






      as if one person is the whole audience     sentence
      then sudden music stoppage
      stampede     silence
      bellowing cattle
      clattering hooves
      fists landing    grunting     breathing
      in stealth or suspense
      an absolute musical lapse




the page of screen turns
walk the letters across the screen -- pull them




or you can leave all the cards where they have fallen -- littering the
new year -- leave them there and let them melt rot





      He took the lens out of his mouth
      take the glass off your tongue
      and put it on the finger of his him
      betroth






downshore a horselike head was finally surfacing from the marsh.
I saw the stripes that show what hope is like



and so my actions inaudible to me








1 May Dream: having agreed to a carefully planned and plotted
murder-
means: she will have a child.
            -- From The Dreambook of the Teflon Twins











Tableau





            Put a sheet of film in the Underwood

                      close ups type:

                    FINAL WORD OF WARNING

                        I'M NOT A JEW


I'll kidnap my brother and collect ransom from my father

--My kind of incest: Our progeny --child body


            Type:

                    I AM LITTLE

                    MY HEART IS SAD

                                    Recite:








Tableau


            I dreamt of pharaohs and slaves
              the word masturbation
              taken into a ship
                the purchased
                  word    a slave
                    Three Choices
                       First of all     I would set him free
                        and move the tatoo on his thigh to his
chest
"want a ride home?"




Fibula Fabula Fable







              Let the letterbox hold the windshield
               Let the hole hold the body
                  Let the kiss over the burial suffice
                                                              until later









A Passover story
neck razor and evidence
                      enthralled audience
either an amateur or a sadist
some were struck so hard
they were almost driven through the paper
others were struck almost tentatively




                  revolving
                              dinner table







Laughter Opera


burned the clothing             read by the light of the shoes
on a bridge


to obliterate pain by adding to it



let's go
to the scene of the find



Get a stenographer
Be my slave




angel face       master mind

  Alienist             face of a crushed hat




partly from the pillow partly from his own body
a smell to die for




blood from the bird's breast or
brush with the head of Christ?



2 May Dream             despondent

                                      correspondent


                                       duplex

                                       slate

All escapes in the world
fell through
the firescape
        -- From The Dreambook of the Teflon Twins





The Questioning Room




        One step behind the curtain please


                MAGNIFIED AND SANCTIFIED


                                photo op




Why wind him in a sheet?
Why turn him into an hourglass?



travelling without permission
                            eyes willed to the eyebank
                            and succesfully transferred

                           orgy of publicity my enemy
                           dying to tell to



C.O.D. on the Kontiki out to sea
where the horizon divulges
its propensity for deep piracy
and coughs up another
disarranged beyond recognition

TYPE: PORTRAYAL in a bottle

the 12th before the 1st
three wishes locked in trench mouth











BIO: Susan Gevirtz lives in San Francisco. Her books include Narrative's Journey: The Fiction and Film Writing of Dorothy Richardson, Peter Lang, 1996; PROSTHESIS : : CAESAREA, Potes and Poets, 1994; Taken Place, Reality Street, 1993; Linen minus, Avenue B, 1992; Domino: point of entry, Leave Books, 1992. Black Box Cutaway is just out from Kelsey Street.


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