Symposium
Daniel
Love is when the self
Platonic
and a certain French philosopher elope
from themselves
hand in hand
Skepticism is the key
and lock, you said importantly
wine-flushed panel of
panelists looking on
your girlfriend in the balance
hanging
Love is when the self
dies
in the other
world
Tobias
it’s hard I can tell
from the lion
face, its agonies and self-
lashing words from the darkroom
You’re always there, no key
or lock because a door
is no way out you said
The agony hurts
& reminds us all of the lion in the darkroom
dying
in his sleep
John
1.
My mother’s a bitch
two cigarettes
themselves
lighting up a cosmos
two matches
No, look at my new Zippo
almost struck
Help me someone I’m half-drunk
There are six doors in life
I can only remember three
(I’m half drunk)
Quickly
Someone
The Hindus or something
A long time ago
They gave us the keys
A long time ago
Imagine
the self a match
and a darkroom
almost
lighting up a cosmos
2.
the seeds. the seeds.
My father was a constant gardener
In Tokyo no one gardens
it slipped out
Your essay on seeds and the secret flowering of
Self has Tokyo buzzing
in your garden
one door
myself, one door
at one time and at another
a darkroom
matchless
Go to Tokyo, John
it’s the only way out of
this. this
dim
room
Müsicamp
a cigarette is only a prosthetic
you said, a sick limb
of technology’s
logic of domination
your words fall
thud on deafened
ears, barracked
selves
In the Symposium
everyone has almost forgot
about your commune up North
idea,
there was an idea
and a door.
and a lock.
your words are locked
incontrovertibly
locked
outside
Lisa
1.
John Cage John
Cage John Cage
a performance is one way out
Wine-inspired idea
almost ancient
Greek
Catharsis withheld.
the performance is a performance
John Cage John
Cage
2.
put the bicycle out
on the porch and the
shock no one’s waiting for
will arrive as
scheduled
punchline after
punchline
that’s the way of the self
matchless
in his sleep
3.
Wine and time
and a door opens
a window maybe
finally
you fall off the bicycle
and on my lap the shock
is not a performance
finally
Wine-inspired
the bicycle
pedals all by itself
Meaghan
(Daniel’s girlfriend)
embarrassed
by her opening words
Meaghan, Daniel’s girlfriend,
drowns
for a whole minute
underwater
we listened
embarrassed
by her opening words
homeless people have dignity because
we don’t and can’t even
give or take anything with dignity
ourselves
Blankets
the image of
them
refusing blankets
lights up the room
for a whole minute
Aleisha
Aleisha
your name is ancient music
classical syllables
singing
simply
themselves
your name is one door
truly
Aleisha
it’s grand time we grabbed hold
you said, of our roots
the tradition, you said, the books
the storage of ten thousand years
it’s time we lit up the garden
and watched
Aleisha
India
thank you India
thank you
really
for all the lost
keys we have retrieved
time-honored truths
we have eaten
at the table
truly
thank you India
thank you
really
for being the one way out
out in the open air
seabound
the self comes to you
hungry
for seeds
and a garden
Aleisha went to India
John went to India
Daniel went to India
Lisa went to India
hungry
the self comes back to you
India
Encore
the macaroni is getting stale
upstairs
one old man is left
awake, a bowl of wine
lost, or half-there
they have all died in their sleep
except for one old man and his wine
the room is deathly
sleepy
he looks out at the moon
it is lost
alone with his bowl
he drinks
the last of the wine
- Ahmed Saad