New Barbarisms.

The following is a poem I wrote some time ago. It strikes me as in keeping with the general direction of this blog, as well as to the phantasmatic and pietistic nature of the internet in general and blogs in particular. The architectural setting of this poem is an apartment.

The Civilized Subject 

Confined to inner spaces 

I hear yelling on the stairs. 

Profane must be the places 

left outside. 

Architectonic races

To quell all our human cares. 

Insane must be the faces 

That don't hide. 

Sanctify the inner sphere 

I doubt everything but mind 

Phantom could be the worldly 

voice of God. 

Hearken to the other fear 

Doubt in doubt can even find

Caution could be but the surdly 

guise of fraud.