Collin Schuster
Guston's Oracle
"To be exiled is not to disappear but to shrink, to slowly or
quickly get smaller and smaller until we reach our real height,
the true height of the self."
[ . . . ]
       "The second thing that Parra's poem teaches us is that na-
tionalism is wretched and collapses under its own weight. If
the expression "collapses under its own weight" doesn't make
sense to you, imagine a statue of shit slowly sinking into
the desert: well, that's what it means for something to collapse
under its own weight."
—Roberto Bolaño, from "Exiles"; "Literature And Exiles"
Photos of beautiful rooms in South Africa. Zwelethu Mthethwa.
Metallic glitter, uh-huh. Three little chickadees in the rye, uh-huh.
                                                                                                                                                            light pink bridges    .
Collin Schuster lives in Maryland. He has poems forthcoming in Lightning'd and Lilliput Review.
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"To be exiled is not to disappear but to shrink, to slowly or
quickly get smaller and smaller until we reach our real height,
the true height of the self."
[ . . . ]
       "The second thing that Parra's poem teaches us is that na-
tionalism is wretched and collapses under its own weight. If
the expression "collapses under its own weight" doesn't make
sense to you, imagine a statue of shit slowly sinking into
the desert: well, that's what it means for something to collapse
under its own weight."
—Roberto Bolaño, from "Exiles"; "Literature And Exiles"
first step: touch nothing second: phlegmatically circumscribed by rote touch, nothing Stereoscope — And there, there those, upside down lips approached by beads. Lasso the total. Woodcut by Edwina Cundall. monstrance. stud stable. Plasterwork, tile. Ogival But that's mothlight. That's crankshaft. That's rock out and replica victualing adulated temple. and so ended endonyms on Thursday with little sevens to spare Castilleja coccinea from a broomrape family Owl. Feen-a-mint. Severing self for Soffit Interview the onscreen hydrostatic, flywheel of silt Palindrome pink horse hood figure. I'm shot. I'm bloodlet, I'm chalk, Snow thyrsus and shock. Shop talk, shop talk. A fecalith of moon. Fress the crackler. Nip it in the bud. Eat the question Semi-circular arch. Snow horse in snow. Embrasure    . Diameter    . Above a weir    . |
Photos of beautiful rooms in South Africa. Zwelethu Mthethwa.
Metallic glitter, uh-huh. Three little chickadees in the rye, uh-huh.
Foal in back of the suckling barn, glitter on the floor, glitter. Got a vase with willows don't know what to do with it so I throw it out the window, wish, wish, wish, it was a wishing tree. Gonna see C.J.'s pillow next to me. Next to room with blue beads—hung corpse, ruby rouge lips, strange fruit, uh-huh. A pocketful a rye anda chickadee song, don't wait now it won't ever be long. Guston's Oracle hanging in bulbous eye, pink rivets on the fly. Great big dangling light. Big pink horse with a mask in a corner. I took a flower, it took a flower, uh-huh.
                                                                                                                                                            light pink bridges    .
Collin Schuster lives in Maryland. He has poems forthcoming in Lightning'd and Lilliput Review.
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