If it’s infrathin it’s gotta be well short
of “infrasimilar”
As gurl to grrl…
Same diff, or not really?
(an A’muricanISM)
Go teach your grandmother
to suck electric prunes (dear)
(masquerading in the fridge?)
This crew at sea —
[We’re] not ready to face the light
[We] had too much to dream
Last night
Think dream, sailor
If thinkin’ could be dreamin’
(more than a thin diff)
wch aint for real, that
boat sailed
Well, I told you once an’ I told you twice…
InfraTHIN’s “the very lastness of things
… [a] frail and final minimum before
reality disappears”
(Bang, homesteader)
This could be the last time…
Oh, no Oh, no-o-o
So darlin’, save the last dance
… us mincing ones
It’ll put your duplicitous reel
on edge
Notes: The Electric Prunes, “I Had Too Much to Dream (Last Night)”; Rolling Stones, “The Last Time”; The Drifters, “Save the Last Dance for Me”; Re: “the very lastness”— see Paul Matisse footnote to “Inhabiting the Sound Gaps”; Re: “the real” as duplicitous—see Robin Blaser’s essay on Spicer, “The Practise of Outside”; David Dowker introduces us to his (?) term “infrasimilar” in his poem “The Information Paradox” (Dissonance Engine)
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Last night
Thinkin bout las’ night…
It was reel it back in
It was She-e-e-e-e-e-ry, Sherry bay-yay-bEE
It was mincing up airy-fairy & fiery
— Oh no, oh no, you’re gonna b-u-u-rn! —
right down to the lastest glittery ember
It was rolling round the roses Rosie
mein frau dug infraRED out of sight
It was won’t you come out tonight
pyre higher & higher on a magiK
red-hot-wire carpet flier
It was Sher-err-erry airheads flambée
bloodstains track the hall of miЯRors
(It were nowhere Rreal womyn’d done gone)
It was Sailor Grrl cresting adrift
our on·lie the lone·lie muse, feisty
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Notes: The Traveling Wilburys, “Last Night”; Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons; Arthur Brown, “Burn”