Zero Degrees From My Journal

ZERO DEGREES from MY JOURNAL ~a series of journal entries dated spring 2005thru the present day~ poems by Raymond Farr~ As published by the familiar self publishing press~ 2007

NOTE ON THE AUTHOR: Raymond Farr is a postmodern language poet working out of his kitchen office in Ocala, FL. His work appears on line & in print at such infamous experimental poetry zines, blogs, & journals as: Aught, BlazeVox2k, Milk, Zafusy, Word/forWord, canwehaveourballback?, hutt, MAG, miniMAG, Poethia, Moria, Shampoo, Text Base, 580 Split, Ambit, Xstream, The Flux I Share, Sous Rature, Dusie, Venereal Kitten, Little Red Leaves, 88: A Journal of Contemporary American Poetry & Poetics, Sidebrow, Otoliths, Cab/Net, Pinstripe Fedora, Bird Dog, As-Is, & Apocryphal Text. © 2007 by Raymond Farr All rights reserved by the author.

My life has been the poem I would have writ, But I could not both live and utter it. ~Henry David Thoreau

Pg. 77: Consideration is writers’ marrow & supposition our anodyne (till civil wounds are sutured) Perhaps velocipede dissembles / reinvents: “injun little pilgrim”—the grim in pilgrim Faction of breed & sweet sweet sweet potatoes dug up brown-skinned & orange-fleshed Yams Ravished by CODES [& on the horizon] Now to be a chickadee No matter what chickadee resembles No matter what velocipede expresses

Pg. 66:

Pg. 6:

“Or huffing,” said the wolf. “I will. I shall.”

Modality’s rigorous industry

Three pigs

of beeswax unjarred

Is a long time for one to blush

implicates words

A long time banging on doors

& words’ de rigeur—

Wobbles up velocipede

dry axe handles have yards of it store-bought

Why is now a dangerous time to utter / to spiel One's shame of the brother whom The apple

So clean

Ourselves the being of Demons are every where edited aloud

Pg. 12:

Pg. 61:

Words as witness

What technology once proffered “the civilized 19th Century”-utter sanguinity in the form of pure description—

to something as yet not present Hymns across eyes Tree line of tree stumps A path wide & long Not down & into & God a pose derived from Nature

is now legacy lunacy Thus words must be challenged From root of the tree to shank of the low boat crossing Walden Pond in autumn calm The leaves the still are a put on A contrivance of lulls gauged by distances somewhere [blank] off in the past The future is in it

is to know shade stand & stone pier off it

A little tea A little toast A textile like skin So human-like It’s put on & never questioned

Pg. 49:

Pg. 22:

The woodlands have narrowed A direct route being— The subjective-I plummets tumbles falls--splat!—flat as a life April 10th: brown earth [A life sentence] softened by snowmelt It means to indent itself like a paragraph for emphasis but opposed to words It means indecent insinuations Who is it stands here SometimesMAN sometimesWOMAN in view of— Rubs “garden” out of the picture dart of a thrush Installs “locomotive” “soot” “steam” “coal” “timber” “iron” “rail” flew over w/ black wings Rewrites verdant as virtuous It's dive though brief Depicts New England as trundle [rapt / evolved] Spindle [here] to match trundle The narrow passage is never through enough

Pg. 26:

Pg. 31

Esteemed at the decrepit old smoke shed with character out behind the little cabin in the woods one blinding afternoon "eclipsed” accrued funds The sun was a bond accruing interest banked by progeny of hope & infinite ruin

Erased are the minutes' Niagara Falls

& out there beyond hope & infinite ruin were thickets of twill eves & tales of infinite ruin— antiquity rhymed with dignity (parenthetically Emersonian)

A stone a red surrealist as fridge

I just compete & war occurs The likeness of Gloria not Dorothy

Either it is gorgeous: 1855 CODED / decoded

An aesthetics both yonder & onward inquiring: how does one petition one’s sovereign while plummeting to ( h )earth?

Yellow deluxe rubber chicken liquid at dolce Answers are not politics Language is always a floating safety device A pome on the dusk A line between oceans