> Proposition: Equation = Equation

Proposition: EQUATION = EQUATION

An infinite continuity (in nineteen fits)

1. being the first

Proposition: NOWHERE IS NOW, HERE

No? Where is a new hero (vie via vico)?
Where is a whore who was one who won?
Where her era where who or how is here and now?
Where is the there that then goes to?
Where the how who doing does?
Where the one who was who when it was?
Who when was was how and knowing says?
Who seeing says who saw the seeds
Who flowing dreamt slept past the words?
Who said that all phrasings lie?
Whose phasings in their pacings sigh?
Who laid to idle the rested dream?
Who laid to rest the seeming thing?
Here the idle action dreams its glory
Here the hero hands his scripts in
Here the reader rights the wordshift
Here the novel thread unwinds
Here the misty focus shifts and crispens.

2. being the second

PLEASE STAND CLEAR OF YOUR FACE

To see the uncertain present’s cold grimace:

For now the rolling train is mumbling, stumbling
Stumbumbleerumblemabingolrhumen
Mabi ingol ion gerain son ofer erbyn
Now the train faster tumbling
train falls, river rails
river driver, rain rider
Pass passing passed, conditionally past…

The train of thoughtful passing throughful
Journeymanning the passing mist
Travel through the winding spaces
Narrow gaps between nix and nil:
In between the words the pauses x
Passing pauses unstilled flow
So the textual passage journeys
So the meaning passes by:

Stories of enemies most prized with reasons
Stories of enemies most resounded
Stories of prizes profound with reason
Stories of seasons comprised of enemies

The narrator always the hero
Our wars, our memories, boring glories
Our selves.

3. being the third

HISTORY IS NOT MY STORY NOR MYSTERY NOR MASTERY

The thread of tradition
Is just a yarn.
Soon, in passing,
Becomes so on.
And the etceteras soon add up
And ever onward

Unwinding through its act of weaving.

4. being the fourth

THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF WEATHER TOMORROW

Failure succeeding the lure
Nothing succeeds like excess
No thing sucks seeds:
Plump revolitterary bumphlets by wethermen
With words like the weather when:
raining, tipping really slashing
dashing, sheeting, pouring sleeting
ripping, pissing, roaring down:
soak you through these other stories
tales that tell you
who you are

5. being the fifth

PLEASE DO NOT WALK IN THE PAST

Death is the maximum fine.

What was then will be now.
If then and now get drunk together,
Who will be which when you go past?
How to tell whose the vomart was
How will History know whom to ask?

6. being the sixth

DOWN WITH GRAVITY

I died in the last war son, since you ask,
And do you have causes worth living for?
Or are you dying only for a pint and a piss?

7. being the seventh

THE MANAGEMENT REVERSES THE RIGHT

Forgotten olde tyme cowboys rustling leaves for a living
The hustling winds dreaming of being forgiving.
The day crake of a rasping dawn
Giving up the yawning sparrow’s spare chirrup
Into another bleary daytime breakdown
Sleepy hoedown, nighttime rakedown, in the manner of the western ways;
The weary world being in the ashtrays
Dazed and dreary yet leary of its passing days

8. being the eighth

FLOODLIGHT A HYENA FOR CHRISTMAS

Point the finger, have a laugh
Discover that you’re really tough
To someone who cannot answer back
Someone who cannot stand up

Just ain’t just? Just ain’t handsome
Warm to the seasonal victim’s moan
Strike a light, strike a posture
Strike a stranger on the chin

Let’s see your teeth as you’re laughing
Let’s see the grimace in your grin.
Let’s see you laughing at the cruel joke
At the one where they won’t let you in.

9. being the ninth

DON’T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN

Beaurocrats make music ring
So to forbid the birds to sing
And the official story

the rich get written
the poor get boring

10. being the tenth

ON THE OTHER HAND IS A GLOVE

So where do the heroes get their substance?
Get the cash that they don’t work?
Just a skyver dear Odysseus
Who’s his patron? From whose funds?

How fine is the fine artist’s private income?

Travel, see the world and crap.

11. being the eleventh

THE MANAGEMENT DESERVES THE RIGHT

Poor little sod, so hard done by,
Not his fault that he’s lame.
But profit is as profits rise,
So kick him out and start again.

12. being the twelfth

MAKE YOUR MIND UP AND YOUR MONEY DOWN

Spontaneity to order
Requisition a smile
Demand a voluntary sneeze
And there you have the alphabeater

13. being the thirteenth

THE MANAGEMENT REFUSES THE RIGHT TO MAKE AN ADMISSION

Don’t you bandy legs with me!

14. being the fourteenth

THE FINAL DECISION WILL BE JUDGE

Please conduct yourself in a sober
And urbane manner at all times,
As a blow to the skull sometimes offends.
Above all, be respectful of others’ envy
And so we must ask you not to fly.
Relax and be your original and creative self,
But not so as to appear different from any one else.
We know your size, And we will take measures to stop you,
By inches.
The cost of your coffin will kill you.

15. being the fifteenth

ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WILL

The trotterskies stalin talkies
The stalkers, the talk is,
Tear eyed turkeys
The talk is of ‘them’ (you know)
Who? Whose words? Who’s worse?
Whose actions? Who is acting
Whose setting/ Whose survey?
Balding Bill and the beardless hookknows poet
Ex centric, ex pert in ex pression (Citron down and right myself a lemon)
And my next imp ression is of
All The World’s A Stage We Are Going Through,
it is an inhibition of my latest paintings,
It’ll be alright in the fright
All be over by the time it finishes:
All’s well that’s aimed well.

16. being the sixteenth

YOU CANNOT STEP IN THE SAME WATERS ONCE

Herecrisis, hero cries:

See the spectacles as never before
See as never again
Time is past
As all time has passed.

17. being the seventeenth

THE JUDGE’S FINAL DECISION IS HIS WILL

A bad king blames his fools.

18. being the eighteenth

DO NOT LET REASON BLIND YOU TO PASSION

The production of a reduction at length

The parameters of the situation are all on edge,
We can determine the dimensional context
Of the interactive phenomena
By examining our interfaeces.

Say what you mean
Mean what you see.

We can take out the details one by one
(Good bye then)

The Nuclear family admires a clean plate,
Now to clear the table,
The house, the street, the town, the nation.

19. being the nineteenth

YOUR SAFETY BELT IS IN OUR HANDS
YOUR LIFE JACKET IS IN YOUR HEAD

Further instructions, digressions and ructions
And the closing lines of this poem
May be had on request
Once you’ve gone west
With or without rhyme
Much nearer the time…

timothy emlyn jones