Sung-san Hong
from A Phase of Asia
neither sense nor censor
sequence of gutturals renouncing nounsbreath/breach
the thing about things they’re so there
names don’t stand a chance
the spider tunes its thread spins its song in our mouths
you have eyes but do not ear
you have see but do not hearinstruments of torture set on a table like stage props
enter human hands*
the understudy twice removed
the repeated resemblance to persons living or deadshe doesn’t speak for some time
then she says nothing
pay attention
behind the mask lie layers of asking
the hand’s gesture-image
still shimmering in space as trace/trance
motes of dust in menacing formation
fighting for air time*
please de-scribe yourself in one word or less
glottis gutted polyglut
the right to remain silent by a margin of majoritythis is just a phrase not a phase
sign here and here and here
fractured factions of fact
act-knowledgethe chair says who has the floor
please show him the door*
it’s time you crawled out of your ear
and tell me the story that ends
the way it begins ends then begins
whereof one cannot speak thereof one must benow null me to sleep