Tet (9). Avoir son pain cuit
You’re complicated but you are made of vanadium steel—Herman Wouk’s Marjorie Morningstar (1955)
One day I removed from the car and destroyed an accumulation of teen-magazines. You know the sort. Stone age at heart; up to date, at least Mycenean, as to hygiene. A handsome, very ripe actress with huge lashes and a pulpy red underlip, endorsing a shampoo. Ads and fads—[CENSORED] (1955)
I agreed that it was a good premise—good because we have all imagined letting go of our lives, good because we have all wanted to be someone else—but that didn’t mean I had any interest in pursuing it. That morning, however, as I sat at my desk for the first time in nine months, staring at my desk for the first time in almost nine months, staring at my newly acquired notebook and struggling to come up with an opening sentence that wouldn’t embarrass me or rob me of my courage, I decided to give the old Flitcraft episode a shot—Paul Auster’s Oracle Night (2003)
HH: The Folio edition of Hiroshima Mon Amour with the atomic cloud delimited on the horizon of the vermilion border—Lui: Tu as tout inventée—As you perform the underhanded tennis service volley of vanadium
Pentoxide nanorods that deform embedded in epoxy resin and graphite racket popularized by Ivan Lendl—Recombine in the half-finished entries of our talk the dentist drill turbine afloat in the coma above the tooth graduating in the sixth month of embryonic initiation, when the bud, cap, and bell stages recalling that entry The Pathways to the Pulp—Rilke’s la côte
d'Adam / qu'on a retiré Eve [...] (Poèmes français, lines 1-2, 1924-5), and ignorant to the cost bogged down in the notations of your cahiers—
Taken at your most passionate moments with the increasingly discarded articles
While you are at work—Attegiamenti, attainments, actuarial theory for dependent risks
Waiting in the wings of this interminable demographic cliff leading to many openings for all the degrees denied, and this is not to suggest that it is your outright refusal to network—
Where that bent, long helical dimer redoubles as parathyroid hormone (PTH), and sparks the active form of vitamin D (1,25-dihydroxycholecalciferol) in the kidney seated among other indices of Divine scrutiny irreversible when the symptoms break—Kavka is jackdaw in Czech, überall und nirgends zu sein, to be everywhere and nowhere you are—The patient woolly mammoth plucking millimeter-height arctic crocus and quickfire purple saxifrage, remembers these successive winters hardscaping the nunatak above the northern lights—
Dolores: Warming that recessed the steppes signaled the end to the browsed rock-breaking plants and the mammoths analyzed for microwear of molars in a museum case, reduced to a container of salts striving to maintain homeostasis, the circadian fluctuations of retinal ganglion percussed by shortwave blues (415-455 nm)—Blue-bound Oracle Night spined on the bedside table interlaced by afternoon dozing that the unarchived gift from this morning is that vanadium
Doped the steel chassis in the 1908 Ford Model T (October 1, 1908-May 26, 1927)—There were blue-painted Fords except for the lull of War, and then the all-black painted options stood from 1914-1926 with cause to barge in that the satin bowerbird formulation 7456A is Antimatter Blue Metallic—Now, demure as Dean, and allow the class to lead the discussion bearing the Greek adage, the swans will sing when the jackdaws are silent, preparing for another ambush by Achilles as Troilus if for recuperating the sparks
Accusations that she was locked up somewhere, a potential H.G. Wells screenplay returning to me as an eleven-year-old girl, settting about an assignment to obediently conform to your notions le cauchemar d’à côté
The nightmare next door, and then to back out of this splendid vacation a future Quilty ascribes to you before institutions pull your articles—
What I had gleaned from accountancy courses is the value of now, available nirgendswo sonst auf der Welt that today’s is worth more than a dollar tomorrow per the Time Value of Money (TVM)—Kafka, whose recovered Blue Octavo Notebooks (1917-1919) reveal that their maker discarded his diary entries in the cahiers
HH: Published by Max Brod (1948) by Schocken Books, an imprint which is known today for its majority stake in the newspaper Haaretz—Similarly, a line-item goes down in cahier
You leave for me to peruse on the dining room table, the realization that the sunlight
Bleached edition vouchsafed from a table of used books, where you overheard some preening between two retired cardiologists remaindered by the echocardiogram now retrieved and read by artificial intelligence—The New Yorker Book of Poems first published by the Viking Press in 1969, you turn to Donald Justice of all Iowan immigrants, October 15, 1966, “The Missing Person” in fourteen mirrored couplets on the foxed bristolboard page does not match the online article
At all wedged between an ad for Business Week and a review of Korty’s The Crazy Quilt—
Before he can trust to the light / This last disguise, himself—How revelatory of you, in your office as Cressida, Trojan seer, just one meltdown to simply giving it away to the most brutish yet abiding escort, Diomedes—Primo Levi’s American imprint from Schocken Books, The Periodic Table (1984) pays homage to a penultimate element, complexed vanadium (23)
Naphthenate, a resin accelerator for casting rubber at the Buna-Monowitz plant between recovering the setups between air raids (1943-1945), the chemist receives a missive from his then-overseer and civilian counterpart—Dr. Müller plies him that he established a comfortable life after all that, well done, they were arranging to meet; and he died eight days later, to be phoned by the wife—That is the secret of endurance, the acidic newsprint
A luxury between the books and the bouquet arrives to tell us that the IG Farben dissolved by the Allies (1945) into Badische Anilin-und-Sodafabrik (BASF) the largest chemical supplier in the world—Relocates from and into a country of old men, of waning expertise and exorbitant energy costs, the manufacturing relocates to three parishes of Louisiana—Il ya que a cote
Continuent de chuter, the stock continues to tumble, no matter what vanadium pentoxide (V2O5) catalyst under BASF’s patent (1914) for the contact process remains striking sparks
Dolores: At microns for efficient sulfuric acid feedstock for dyes, plastics and fertilizers, and too, the synthetic coatings of bitter pills—That often cited Sharon Olds’s poem, I Go Back to May 1937 (1987) in the next to last line: strike sparks
From them I say (line 31)—Before a machine archivist from the Olds group will be calling for improper use; but only for educational purposes in this spooling cahier—
Written this scene into the equivalent air raid shelter with four-feet walls of concrete, vous était à côte
De la plaque—Completely missing the mark; in Flitcraft mode, not perhaps embanking on the Blue Nude of Biskra (1907) collected by the Cone Sisters of Baltimore who saved the insolvent Matisse; and here, the script is ligh
To fill in the details—Suffice a catalogue of zellige tiles from Morocco, the oasis at the base of the Atlas Mountains, with names like cindered olive and pending storm where vouchsafed coordinated vanadium
Constitutes sixty minerals—Presents a vibrant palate aptly named the redox rainbow of oxidation states (+2) violet to lemon (+5) when in aqueous solution, spectral memory code-breaking Matisse’s Robe violette et Anémones (1937) from Etta’s annual shipment war ended (1939), which now rests in the present day Cone wing est 1957—Surplus electrons distinguished by Roman numerals (II, III, IV, V), and a side item in the stained lab bench notebook modeled after the Curies, while the scribblings lend respectability to the semesters of inadvertent glass breaking—Made a Mano lavastone tiles bloom in Bjarke Ingel’s sommarhus whose exterior blood red barn in a split in the birches conceives a scene with you canoeing or canvasback; still, unmoved cavalier servant in an Architectural Digest article—
HH: Athrob, with a likewise unpromising start on the beaten earth floor of Le Cateau-Cambresis on the last day of December 1869, before the move to Bohain’s hardware shop with housepaint amalgams and rusted articles—
Matisse is undone by a ruptured vermiform appendix that you, as the resident anatomist, intone is a bacterial depot and promising target of Parkinson’s disease for seeding with the right microbial mix; nevertheless, for our purposes, the upraised sparks
Originate from the right lower quadrant of the failing law clerk bereft in a hospital ward—Taken from Ann Bedford Ulanov’s Knots and Their Untying: Essays on Psychological Dilemmas (2014), remarks that I highlighted for you on the Paradise found in the hinged paintbox the artist’s mother left, searching with a stitch in his side later he stated for the only light that really exists, that in the artist's brain —Tangled hexagonal cores from the Oak Ridge National Laboratory’s vanadium
Cerium complex actuating in the still-in-operation high flux isotope reactor (1965) with that particular Cerenkov blue of radiation backlit those guarded-in-suits —That is, opening one of your cahiers
All arrays, antennas and booms of self-locking hinges of the one-way spacecraft evacuated from the burning room of your middle-class childhood—Walter Benjamin under sentry spotlights with his bestrewn Arcades notebooks with the pages sticking together when he arrived in Portbou to hole-up in a hotel before being transported back to Occupied Paris (26 September 1940), where a Matisse canvas is pride of place in the photo taken by Brassaï at l'atelier des Grands-Augustins (1943)—Nature morte aux oranges (January 1913), when Matisse is forty, broke and confined in Tangier by the rain until the ground lifts to become a backscattering of random photons on the opal’s silicon matrix of ordered and disordered states—Revelatory as
Woolsey lifting the ban on a Book Called Ulysses (6 December 1933); that is, one day in the life of a Jew, the Justice’s opinion asserts that the novel is Joyce’s stab at a sincere and serious attempt to devise a new literary method for the observation and description of mankind—Having crossed the Pyrenees on that September 1940 flood out from late autumn deluges du côté de l'échec
HH: Nearest to the failure we now leave through Benjamin devant Kafka (1938), Arendt's 1940s essays on Kafka, and the essays she hand-selected for Illuminations (1968), du côté des échecs
Chess-side these read for me, the Russian exile; you, exiled at large, all condensed in that line Benjamin avers in Reflections on Kafka, once he had accepted failure everything worked out for him en route as in a dream (12 June 1938)—What could be at each turnstile of this in successive reads or the ravings of the unbidden schlemiel, an article
Reads back to me, something I once said, problems are the poetry of chess—
Six rooms or stanzas of six lines of opposition baked into these investigations loosely construed as a sestina, with honorable mention of Rimbaud’s Illuminations (1886), which signify le désastre for Maurice Blanchot (1943) as being and language broken apart—Not only because the speakers were separated in a Belgian hotel room (10 July 1873) by a Lefaucheux revolver, the same as Van Gogh used two years after his only commission, La vigne rouge (1888) is sold, to rename this sputtering second of a phosphor of light
Given in a metaphorical place of between suffering and redemption as can be said for any birthday, La Maison Dieu, retracing the spark
Of that diatomaceous surface of a matchhead matched forensically to its ancient seabed, and you thought that well-dressed smoker that was my former self a potential arsonist, who thoughtlessly discards his incendiary—Below the topaz-tinted glass and nonstructural I-beams in that restaurant in the Seagram Building, the two sculptures by the Wisconsinite Richard Lippold (1959), and the offerings were too rich, the tableside spectacle of the Norwegian omelette that made its way into the cahiers
For the thermoinsulating properties of meringue as fiberglass in a building, of the Baked Alaska; although, the Four Seasons’s duck press left you in anguish for the world succumbing to its own decadence, and you compared the establishment to every Mesoamerican ruin, the patrons supping crumpled marrow in jus around a ball court—How you scorn anything comfortable; awakening in luxury in tears—Longfellow, after which a bridge in Boston is named, composed “Mezzo Cammin” (1842), or Halfway through the journey of life Dante started at thirty-five, and completed before dying (1321)—Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita (La Commedia Divina, I.1) in the annotated novel of our lives, by what is meant in the forest of my own inquiry, Uccello’s La Selva Oscura (1470) in the Ashmolean like Dante’s idolatrous fabric with implications for the human soul cedes to the moving goalposts, the chemistry lesson between the strongly exothermic reaction of mercury and aluminum oxide—A fibrous tower merges as the key to Harold Budd’s 1981 album, The Serpent (in Quicksilver), as an amalgam one bettered by the addition of vanadium
Made biocompatible as a medical device it thrills me to report that titanium–aluminum–vanadium (Ti6Al4V) is the chosen alloy for medical implants; perhaps, cellular recuperation of la côte d'Adam
The rib and the opposition purpose-made for these cahiers, and answer to Donald Justice’s missing person in the bathroom light
Appearing stripped of its articles just as the Surrealist trope of Man Ray’s Observatory Time, The Lovers (1932-4) when Lee Miller’s befogged appearances of the chaos reduced to her smile, momentarily separated like meteorological phenomenon from this last disguise of ourselves—
