String Theory Sutra

American Poetry Review, The, Jul/Aug 2005 by Hillman, Brenda

There are so many types of "personal" in poetry. The "I" is the thread, of course, is shadow. In writing of experience or beauty, from a twin existence. It's July 4: air is full of mistaken make when folded into fabric meant never to touch ground ever again-around 1310, decades after the spinning wheel gathered stray fibers in a of the industrial revolution, & by 1769 a thread stiff enough for the spinning frame, the spinning jenny, the spinning "mule" or muslin wheel, mean our, for we would become what we made. String theory posits metaphor; do-nut twists in matter-10 to the minus 33 cm-its numbers start the world for grown-ups, & wobbly fibers, coaxed from eternity, like today so the way people are proud of their flag can Blithe astonishment in the holiday music over the picnickers: a man waves that both has & hasn't lost its nature. Unexpected folds are part kissed by eucalyptus insect noises ⋁⋁z-z-> crr, making that for you. Airline pilots wear wool blend flag ties from Target to protect their unicorns in castles, hummed as they sewed spiral horns with thread so real by figures in beyond-type garments so they could ask how to live. Flying shuttles, 1733, made weaving like experience, full of terrible accidents & were made in countries we bombed in the last war. By we means the poem. By it, I mean meanings which hang tatters of the druid oak with skinny linguistic branches, Indo-European roots & the came to me in a dream beyond time: love, we are your with stereo eyes spoke over my head. I am a seamstress for hear. It puts its head on our laps. Fibers, beauty at a industry of thought. Threads inspired this textile picnic: the satin ponytail holder, saris, threads of the basketball jersey, turbans, leis over pink shorts, sports -he's like Chekhov, an atheist believer in what's here-that sometimes, sitting "God bless you." It seems to help somewhat. They don't know what I mean the internet. Turns out all forces are similar to gravity. we I mean we. Sewed it us-wards, with flaws between strings. in the Planck scale. My sisters & I worked for the missing aren't. A paradox. There are some revolutions: rips in matter, the bent barely mattered any more. Our art a needle some find useful, though a cloth emerges as if made stars & the wiggly half-zeroes stripes the curved cloth of Sleeping Beauty whir of spindles before the swath the warp of cotton fabric from which wasn't patented. By its, I no events when it isn't a inverted fragments like Bay Area poetry-are stuffed into stems of dates enter the pipes of a 4. from his spandex hiking outfit, cloth of form where our park is Flag cloth has this singing quality. hearts. Women, making weavings of it floated; such artists were visited It's all a kind of seam. progress. Flags for the present war you mean they. By you it dawns' early light in wrinkled sections of weird particle earth spirits. A voice shadow thread- A little owl the missing queen. The unicorn can't low level, fabric styles, the cottage the gauze pads inside Band Aids, bras. A young doctor told us with his dying patients, he says, causes delays between strings- by they, We searched for meaning ceaselessly. By It seems there is no revolution queen: she said: be what you nots inside our fabric whirred &

could help take vividness to people

No revolution helped the workers, ever,

very long. We worked on this

or that unicorn. They called Trotsky

back from Canada. Tribes were looser

but not so very always, &

the types of personal in art

1937. Lachesis. We shall not flag

nor fail, wrote Churchill. O knight,

There are more than two ways

to make beauty so movements end

Je suis un autre wrote Rimbaud

the gun-runner. Over & inner &

rips by which the threads are

tethered to their opposites like concepts

will undo. We spoke of meanings.

I, it, we, you, he, they

Colors forgive flags-red as the

fireskirt of the goddess Asherah, white

as the gravity behind her eye,

blue for the horizon unbuttoned so

The 'thin thread of calculable continuity'

Santayana refers to-it's not a

know this now, but still: How

shall we live ? O shadow thread.

owners cut back sweatshop hours to

44 per week. In string theory

makes air seem an invented thing

& perhaps it is, skepticism mixed

singular purpose, we should not act.

To make reality more bearable for

in Southey's journal when the tomb

is opened & the glow-beast exits-

revolutionized their work-by their I

mean our-& cut costs by

continue them and if you do

help the others, don't tell. String theory

'tis of installing provisional governments.

Why was love the meaning thread.

matter what: washable rayon, airport

carpets, checked flannel smocks of nurses,

aprons with insignias or socks people

wear before/during sexual thrills after

t-shirts worn by crowds in raincoats.

Human fabric is dragged out, being

which is also joy. Einstein called mystery

of existence "the fundamental emotion."

you were everything. By everything I mean

everything. The unicorn puts its head

sees the blurry edge. How am

I so unreal & yet my

but only if they had food.

or that flag after sewing this

than nations, nations did some good

turned & turned. Nylon parachutes in

tie our scarf on your neck.

like sutras or horizons, somewhat frayed.

code. The unicorn, c'est moi. The

of an art which each example

am, is, are sick about America.

the next world can get through.

choice between art and life, we

After the cotton workers' lockout 1922

the slippage between string & theory

with fear that since nothing has

some besides ourselves? There's a moment

right when the flying shuttle has

half. So lines are cut to

posits symmetry or weight. My country

Textiles give off tiny singing no

caps, pillowcases, prom sashes, & barbecue

dark subtitled Berkeley movies next to

is sewn with terror or awe

You were unraveled in childhood till

on your lap; from there it

thread is real it asks sleepily ~

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