Joshua Clover

Tranche I I have lived through the end of syntax I have lived though the imperial grammars I have lived through the bursting of a bubble visible from space I have lived through the suicide of money to preserve the life of value I have lived through the fatal sacrifice of ...

Certainly objects—places—writhe with uncertainty, Not ours about them but their own. Promiscuous colors, The summer truths. He was in love with yellow but unfaithful With blue every chance he got. The sun kept the dayjail, The nightjail had no keeper at all—his eyelids ...