FANZINE

I saw across the water on a boat
I was at the national monument

I had to borrow money
I didn’t have any yet and

I was at the national monument
I was unsure if (you could see me)

I borrowed money
I wasn’t wearing what

I had a hat said
I will today

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wear today a blue
scarf and hat combo I

wear often enough
it would be blue I

wear today however
(really great) you

wore green instead
which never said I

wore a color
to see you in

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and to see in you
more so than ever before

and how in the mind
can it be anything else

and not be in how
do I know that

and is a refusal
in orienting

and no insights
to dignity in thinking

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that a technique is
rolled in utopia

that struggles with the
fantasy of thought

that recast myself
a pornographer of being

that fucking unwilling
to render simply

that to work
with eyes half-closed

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is thinking outside
the national monument

is not a network
and rejects communication

is real, the
world

is not given to us
to think about there

is no state without its voices
recent memory precedes

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I saw across the water on a boat
to my own orientation you

wear in relation to
the water the surface unfolded

and refolded across
a state or laundry line

that split so picturesque
what couldn’t be admitted

is the feeling of arrival
at the national monument

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_{Image: Daniel Rich, Detail of Beijing, 2014, Acrylic on Dibond, 78″ x 59″. Courtesy of Daniel Rich and Peter Blum Gallery.}

_{A complete edition of At the National Monument is forthcoming from Pioneer Works this month.}