1 Anything cancels everything out. If each point is a singularity, thrusting all else aside for good, “good” takes the form of a throng of empty chairs. Or it’s ants swarming a bone. 2 I’m afraid I don’t love my mother who’s dead though I once – what does “once” mean? – did love her .
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Local anchors list the ways viewers might enjoy tomorrow. One says, “Get some great....”, but that seems like a stretch. The other snickers, meaning, “Where were you going with that?” Like you thought * Like you could defend vanity in the sense of idle conceit, vacuous self- absorption, doing whatever it takes to whatever because, really. * As if to say, “Conceit is the vacuum energy.”
Rae Armantrout was born in Vallejo, California, in 1947, and was part of the first generation of Language poets on the West Coast. She is the author of Partly: New and Selected Poems, 2001–2015 (Wesleyan University Press, 2016); Itself (Wesleyan University Press, 2015).