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The Word Dog

Does Not Bark


By Jack Galmitz

The Word Dog Does Not Bark copyrightJack Galmitz, 2012

White Out

With a white marker Writing snow On rice paper

World Without End

Depressed spring

shoots upward again

To Bounce

Spring

in sneakers

Fresh Haul

Twigs visiting

Gradually

night fishing shades of blue seep through the orbits

Ancestry

Descendent of a star that coexisting

Painting

On an unhinged door a living-room painted left on a lawn

Language Game I

Please bring me a leaf shall it be tooth edged or smooth just make sure its green

Language Game II

Shown a red patch can I find a poppy field

Mondrian and Me

Broadway Boogie Woogie I, too, set out on a plane like a shot marble

Urbanity

Barbed wire curled atop the fence a steeple of tires

In the passengers manifest Im indexed

(For Georges Antheil)

Ballet mecanique The garbage truck crunches dusk

Perspectivism

I arrange you from memories

New York, New York

Night a memory of footsteps

The Son of Man

Its raining men with derbies the roofs have pantiles

Hyper-reality

Watching t.v. three or four times Im turned on by cars

Its an Oven

Summer night the moon climbs the tenement steps

Mixing Colors

A startled bird turns the blue to black

Stop

Tracks in the snow stop

thought itself

Cityscape

Buildings rise the sky is redesigned

Wood Panels

Yuteis flock of cranes life-sized and moving Im in it

After Hours

New York harbor Lady Liberty blood-red in the after hours

The Garden

In the garden pond frozen the koi suspended

Shapes

Water: the shape of the bowl holding flowers

Innocent

Nothing I do can separate me from yougreen hill

Relativity

Reading a book on distant nebulaethe room grows huge

Afterimage

Spring snowI see butterflies with my eyes closed

Similicrum

Real enough to feel a paper rose

Ancestry II

Impose do not on the blank space that pinioned the burial

The Taboo

A spark in the manifest includes tallow candles

Upside Down

A great white Turns belly up The bowels of night

I #2

Damn the stern

I ride a whale

Pastoral

Red when eyelids close: sunrise on another world

The Metaphor

I join the moon to the snow

Caught

Photograph of the moona trail of astronauts boots and the trash they threw

The Hawks Beak

A winter night two men slash at each other with brilliant knives

What it Takes

It takes the rain to see the birch trees dream

Nothing Special

So leaf holes

Homage to Color Fields

crusted lichen on cement and brick wall mark rothko

Greece

The wine dark sea turns orange lichen cling to stones

On Freud

The primal horde gathers in suits at the civil hall

Perceptions

Athens white walls a door cracks open a view of the slaughterhouse

The moon (witness to a shooting)

Nature II

Two male dolphins stop following the ships wake enjoying sex

Nature III

The lily In one bed Reproduces itself

The Pleasure Of

The female mantis savors her mate after love-making

Impressionism

Monet impressions Of a summer day

City Streets

Loving trees knowing my coffin will be made of these

Buildings

I do not like trees. I prefer carved foliage On building corbels

Northern Song

Bamboo grows wild Wen Tong spent his life painting their forms

Language Game III

he said I am here he said I am here he said Pauli said no it cant be

By Augustine

He points to a brick says mattone then motions me to bring it forward

Our Lack

Being in public Available to the Gaze I wear mirrored shades

Additions

Our language is like A village thats added boroughs: Think of quarks, hadrons

Ludwig

Are words names of things? Wittgenstein said just think: Water! Away! Ow! Help! No!

Ostensively

He says isnt the Chinese blue under white glaze vase beautiful? I think of the pear shape?

Walking on Beams

A body of light makes room for a pillar of steel

Words Cannot Be Destroyed

The embers are doused, But red remains Without the thing itself

Man in the Rain

From my felt hat rain Drips, drips like pink blood From a seagulls catch

Misunderstanding is Possible

Im shown a chess piece, which he calls the King; I wonder if he means its jade

Where is it

Sanding a stained table. Its a composite thing, So how is it stable

Nature IV

A two-head calf doubles the visitors

How Its Done

Forest leaves make sound rain

Attention

Thunder claps

Grids

Concrete streets straighten snow swirls

Or, So it Seem

The sun ran over a train

Salvage

Sagging skin recalls winter grain

Homage to #5

we become a group watching the FIRETRUCK

The Word is a Thing

This is a crann the Celts worshipped

One Way or Another

Listening to radio static The oceanfront

The Stamp

Cardinal Par Avion

(for De Chirico)

THAT huge shadow coming round that ROMAN WALL will reach that young girl

Stuck

memory a silver-backed gorilla caged

Music of the Spheres

The conch to my ear brings a pink noise

Romance I

the moon (witness to a shooting)

Romance II

the moon (an ambulance waiting)

corrida de toros

the killer thrusts a sword in the crowds le

For Cage

the piano plays pink streaks of rain

Chasing Our Tail

voices and trees the trees voices the voices trees

To Not Fly

birds in books are gridlocked

Photographs & Ink Drawings

framing time a violin played coll a road drawn with simple lines

Place of Worship

space between words lines evenly spaced temple to template

The Dream of Cage

rows of glass wall blocks blue

Subway Platform (Night)

subway column bolts urge touch

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