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Arpine Konyalian Grenier prose poem: Ever Feral and Chiral, the Howl

2016-01-18 by Admin: John Tranter

  Ever Feral and Chiral, the Howl

  a prose poem by

  Arpine Konyalian Grenier

Presented at the European Beat Studies Conference
Université Libre de Bruxelles, 2015

The Beat Generation’s howl, over time, has crystallized the burn / slam / want predicament of the human — another mind, another smile, made and unmade cause on the road, spending itself to the rhythm of a caravan, feral and chiral the moves. (Callow predicament resisting incarnations for l’avenir.) Could such prowl be fungible? We’ll establish count then parse as nature and its travails dauntlessly deliver nuance, agency and beneficiaries to this self-organizing system — synthetic, dynamic and vocal, its dance.

call it something else then but if you can’t

envision power without authority

embedded in the timely

kicking it

the moves are authentic

          necessary and material

the rules culled from some trilogy

that’s you and me

and the howl

embodied and simulated

longing or not

imitado

                apassionado

You and me and the howl, and a string of unsuspected questions we rehearse ave to ave, having anonymously served the right side and the left side of an equation, the invisible sides dimmer and dimmer a developing act. Shared language behind attitude and rites chronicles negotiation to otiation tendered platforms. Both source and filters are necessary as we explore vagaries bypassing socio-political norms, as thrills and chills land us at the shores of an aesthetic resisting skewered semantics like a pillar of salt by pollsters and technocrats. Its narrative is historically, culturally and personally invaluable. It delivers no product but a fullness pushing forward, we breathing otherly under the vibration of meaning, seeding and feeding golem hearts to alabaster skin. Tendencies are of merit here, force to form merging pathways as the brilliance of diamond salutes the novelty of graphene, stroked by angels and mattered.

like a cooling tower resisting narrative but linked to it

after code and jellied underwear code implies

morphing for the wished and willed

outside laws and computation

The unconscious expands. It is bruised matter, often cut, scratched, nicked or notched perhaps, but never severed. It is contemplation, with which the earth of languages meets the language of planet Earth over a contingent road. On this road, nature invades ideology at lament and rebellion, the entropic and the kinetic in aleatoric embrace, translating and illuminating without informing, working equality and difference.

look at the two chairs by the kitchen counter stopped for color

add some conclusion dust to the bit of sound and then

another candles-plates-wine or candles-wine or just

candles and a public throat

there must be a public throat for the constriction

behind the white wall facing the super-agency

between us a correction sign

labored for sign

          it is telling and it dafts me

as the good god and the snake god made us weighing mixing

22 stoicheia as if lips had finally turned into stubs

ave solemnis a lump here a lump there

mercy seat in-between

                life a carnival encounter

the momentum skips the hour returned to us colubrine

out there the breeze and nothing to do but howl

a day’s accident before the recording of it

just cause red the menu once more

queen of black postulated ivory

diasporan spread

Dance to song after a recasting of the beat, to make peace with action-based terminologies, as if. While duct (less voice) is memory, voice (less the duct) is howl ave chasing itself. What literally matters is the import of the energy it exudes as it turns against language with language to restore its incantatory quality; as it forces text to relinquish its own from deep inside, not from the throat. Forget cashing in on equality slogans trapped between the mimetic and the diegetic, capture voice — voices, shared language behind attitude and rites.

                                spear forward/ swing then pull

          exploring capital resisting language

Interstitial fault lines deliver remnant, ruin, relic. We’ll start from somewhere between ecology and politics where a hotbed of sheer sound translated from mad dogs is thinking clearly. Thinking beats for syntax from a semantics that never sets, that escapes the elitist, the insular.

linoleum slivers of moon seeking shape just because

the icon in my pocket randomly labels desire

forcing the historian to a do-it-yourself

to inhabit the overhang of rules

          to groom the daily hempen for ordinary grind

for legend as handbook to the tall dark bookcase in the corner

past coursing for womb pilfered from a wonk’s

the notches ah! now let’s not move

let’s only loosen the hands

                    doddering on credit

cookie cutters’ hands bathing our story

red and suburbia red for song

a hint of decision

for protocol

                              paper plastic

leather ever

                                        face down

          I wanted a last word with you

grab me and undo my arms and eyes the lean cellar

the slit in the cement I breathe from

growing hairs for the historian

for an upgrade

                                                  the road is settling

Something about the subtle connection between breath and the caravan and the public space they occupy is both redemptive and problematic. Exploring the nature of this connection and space, I come across a place of spacelessness. Perhaps that’s home — mere encounter, closure and enclosure liberating the word, ontological differences abolished. Irreducible divergence redeeming foundation for a civil society intellect alone cannot provide. Inaccessibility the tear, the crack I pucker and festina lente along. The road settles. We must not survive language, I say. Metaphor is a scattering of words. Heavy ion collisions generate flow. Like a bacterium welcoming code it lacks, I’ll howl in vagueness, mimic size, shape, color for history and tradition, for primary verbs human lack plays into.

for sound greets meaning then fights it as living dictates core

or periphery or time therefore fossil we hog then stab

breath hardens and bleeds

blinders and difference

yet we are not about bleeding

angels fall into

mattered

                              consider compassion

a die tiling

          gunpowder seeded light

parse the politic of identity to generate capital

relentlessly cultured and entrepreneurial

force will materiality

                              adorn yourself

lacking resource autonomy confidentiality

yielding the cultural to the political

risk as ally feed not fetish

for which I’ll remain unattainable movement

error error configured

a willow settling

Ocean floors regenerate; we and the rest of the world do too. The accelerated inimitable daily diminishing impedance while the I — utility prompted reason to passion drift — turns and bends. Rock to stone armor, earth spot to dot vigilance wishing you wishing me.

 

Arpine Konyalian Grenier is an independent scholar and poet, author of four collections: St. Gregory’s Daughter; Whores from Samarkand; Part, Part, Euphrates; The Concession Stand: Exaptation at the Margins. Her poetry and translations have appeared in numerous publications including Columbia Poetry Review, The Iowa Review, as well as in anthologies by Two Ravens Press and Eyecorner Press (forthcoming). She lives and writes in Los Angeles.

 

 

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