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D E AT H
DRIVE
through
x
GAIA
PA R I S
Charles Noble
Death Drive
through Gaia Paris
Charles Noble
Universit y of
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Table of Contents
1 e Drag of Knowing
13 True True Chains
21 Leibnitz Nuts
33 Rome Takes All Roads
49 Mores Time
63 Aerword
67 Notes
Acknowledgments
I would like to thank Marlene Lacey for her expert
computer work, her astute proofreading and for her
artistic taste and understanding in helping me get
the book into this eventual form. I would also like to
thank editor Harry Vandervlist for his careful reading,
questioning and advice, and especially for his good
sense in suggesting I exclude, but save for another
venue, a certain two appendices. Finally I would
like to thank Walter Hildebrandt for soliciting the
manuscript, and for his thoughtful responses, faith
and encouragement.
T h e Dr ag of K now i ng
serving
customers
service
world
she
could
irt
where
mirror
steals
mirror
with
the
truth
let
the
burden
be
tray
and
barmaids
brain
ngers
the
glass
complex
informed
nuanced
views
in
the
middle
of
nowhere
a
warhead
bank
of
TVs
by
the
hydrant
hockey
games
seeing
the
jewelry
store
bank
on
us
notes
on
camp
I
put
out
all
meanings
which
res
the
couch
boxer
has
boxing
tattooed
on
his
back
this
tireless
front
tells
on
him
young
guy
tearing
at
his
food
so
a
thin
man
with
grey
mean
mustache
I
see
him
tattoos
raise
him
to
good
old
drool
wolng
food
dog
gone
human
outrage
over
a
dogs
life
in
same
breath
as
childs
slippery
pathus
an
imposition
then
godsend
work
as
long
as
it
adores
the
wolf
once
I
cried
for
my
dog
then
when
I
cried
wolf
made
real
ushed
through
others
centipede
I
smear
it
sets
me
back
up
to
go
on
thinking
for
it
man
kills
wife
kids
mom
dad
past
life
takes
makes
sense
of
it
bleeds
sensation
my
story
not
lording
it
but
as
if
you
were
she
annoys
anonymously
inside
the
remote
I
short
she
dies
not
in
business
we
pin
the
bully
down
steal
his
ball
bested
he
bests
us
steeling
us
to
dream
he
counted
out
her
unmindful
acts
insights
to
turn
into
he
arrived
rived
by
snapshots
he
wasnt
ready
for
this
gathered
this
to
think
to
crowds
he
died
down
when
he
woke
up
he
had
been
kicked
around
the
galaxy
in
the
mould
on
your
meaning
is
mine
soldiers
know
untrue
grit
in
distant
lands
I
an
atlas
on
acid
made
not
by
me
he
keeps
oating
up
from
the
maze
where
he
cant
gure
out
where
he
is
being
less
than
your
life
twists
round
self
help
wind
mills
say
wind
no
spin
the
perfected
wheel
you
had
to
re-invent
so
your
head
wouldnt
spin
right
o
the
bat
the
ball
is
virtual
and
that
bat
to
worlds
strikes
out
art
lm
skin
colour
that
crowd
I
want
schlock
to
zero
out
like
art
dreams
a
sleeper
10
is
one
thing
saying
this
culture
gets
not
its
own
skinny
he
watched
them
watching
him
write
behind
them
sow
in
his
pen
movie
promotes
its
special
eects
what
we
must
then
have
already
he
pigged
out
11
new
world
unknown
but
for
the
old
smoked
humans
and
the
drag
of
knowing
some
of
the
guns
aim
at
the
future
ared
hand
to
mouth
we
take
it
in
death
drive
is
paved
through
Gaia
Paris
Archimedes
screws
loose
le
vers
12
T ru e T ru e C h a i ns
I would not have you think that I am shut out from a sense of what
is called by the Japanese the ah-ness of things; the melancholy
inherent in the animal life. But there is a Ho-ho-ness too. And
against the backgrounds of their sempiternal Ah-ness it is
possible, strictly in the foreground, to proceed with a protracted
comedy, which glitters against the darkness.
P. Wyndham Lewis as quoted by Wilfred
Watson with his I shot a trumpet into my brain
(from Mass on Cowback).
Kates
navel
de-zens
the
denizens
of
the
bar
their
gaze
buddeth
out
noisy
group
in
loud
lounge
thrive
on
alpha
clichs
and
their
much
beta
crumbs
14
prairie
stars
over
grain
bins
the
old
story
of
pissing
in
my
drink
he
wore
his
boxers
backwards
because
his
dink
stuck
out
gas
at
the
back
bit
cross
with
womens
gym
shorts
crotchtight
so
in
touch
with
his
inner
cunt
15
he
pees
on
the
electric
fence
making
out
whats
there
starsseeing
brain
I
spoke
right
out
of
my
grocery
cart
your
face
a
ock
of
shotguns
I
would
win
trips
cars
so
my
escape
from
gravity
on
the
phone
gets
taken
up
in
gossip
circles
theyre
tripping
away
on
true
true
chains
16
the
sort
of
guy
who
would
ask
unrhetorically
what
are
friends
for?
loud
young
woman
song
of
herself
annoys
the
unsung
song
of
myself
17
I
see
her
baby
belly
so
kid
shes
in
trouble
she
admits
it
who
is
that
blond?
I
love
the
weather
I
ask
myself
woman
hairraised
by
blonds
now
they
tell
the
jokes
but
get
Eatons
coy
pad
for
real
shins
o
the
this
my
nephews
comic
strip
wife
ice
in
the
shack
dekedout
playmates
18
trust
my
reportage
Charles,
it
wont
t
she
tries
the
Globe
in
the
rack
on
the
box
on
the
ball
in
the
box
talk
show
mind
jacks
o
in
the
box
19
I
plant
owers
they
kill
ho!
Im
joking
I
weed
harakiri
hoes
L e i bn i t z N u t s
quantumlike
trac
is
Leibnitz
nuts
drivers
each
taking
all
the
paths
the
monster
and
his
dog
me
and
mine
ergo
Im
a
monster
or
not
22
he
cried
falsely
in
the
context
reason
stumbles
onto
everything
that
you
dont
want
to
live
ve
hundred
years
leaks
your
weakness
as
we
speak
most
fun
requires
work
but
we
like
work
if
the
cruelty
subjects
us
23
I
think
to
you
Im
me
but
to
me
Im
free
of
me
if
I
follow
as
long
as
youre
alive
you
belie
your
image
dead
you
believe
it
overboard
musings
think
haiku
boat
deck
hands
play
cards
o
minus
touch
24
we
discard
what
Descartes
depicts
withdraw
dotty
pictures
to
his
point?
rightful
positions
are
taken
held
need
to
go
to
the
cogito
logos
is
what
makes
things
denite
boat
of
ice
in
love
with
water
25
the
new
argument
enlists
old
otherside
thoughts
making
truth
kinky
the
concept
curls
around
the
disappearing
particle
plays
for
shape
the
youdontknoweverything
sting
swells
you
up
to
know
it
insideout
26
thumbs
down
on
icks
yeah
but
Platos
idiot
I
love
the
caves
remove
you
cast
castles
in
the
air
just
where
they
can
be
seen
through
science
so
far
o
so
well
have
a
good
a
good
problematic
time
the
rst
stone
27
elegance
is
a
good
driver
it
never
pulls
o
its
own
defeat
the
beefy
coil
creates
a
spark
ideal
recognition
with
a
beef
relatives
will
derive
you
out
of
your
tree
they
all
look
the
same
abstract
universal
splitting
the
absolute
but
blue
likes
them
like
me
28
little
modern
monads
with
no
god
but
true
to
form
none
the
wiser
young
cool
handsome
everything
they
have
everything
their
selfdoubt
seals
it
make
it
new
but
news
its
own
no
mind
got
by
mind
with
mind
of
its
own
29
scientists
say
Mars
will
change
us
if
us
is
still
there
no
if
not
NO
we
meet
on
the
street
with
our
lines
on
things
glanced
remote
y
in
time s
square
30
resort
to
force
power
ies
o
(Arendt)
the
new
requires
force
(Arendt)
bios
has
no
bias
till
the
nervous
crown
bites
its
toothpick
repast
31
Rom e Ta k e s A l l Roa d s
she
drops
she
plies
all
comers
wears
awareweary
drop
of
shame
unpleasant
person
you
meet
say
what
you
have
to
protest
pleasantries
war
wares
he
is
drunk
smarting
so
digs
at
you
not
smart
you
smart
learn
him
back
hoe
34
I
cut
o
the
roots
of
his
badness
nurture
my
face
value
anger
to
call
her
by
name
is
a
dart
in
the
dark
she
curls
up
round
the
prick
35
low
cut
dress
the
breasts
are
lookmanohands
he
cant
milk
for
all
their
worth
how
you
can
drown
in
ideal
allure
be
saved
by
the
fucking
anchor
wordstrapped:
you
love
her
like
mutton
stew
but
dont
say
to
stew
kick
ass
woman
shape
mere
genetic
lm
amor
fati
says
choice
cuts
lambypie
36
same
birth
days
womanizing
bends
thereby
strangely
intimate
human
outside
all
number
of
backward
hearts
but
cant
stop
its
alien
line
he
called
his
girl
not
crme
de
crme
but
crme
de
menthe
but
should
have
meant
menth
37
she
irted
her
hip
against
his
leg
will
she?
he
withdraws
to
doodle
spirals
into
heat
hed
never
feel
his
own
doing
it
vital
signs
didnt
dare
phone
her
but
did
then
beyond
premeditation
skilled
her
38
talking
to
oneself
as
overheard
bespeaks
having
been
loved
to
bits
those
shoulders
dont
t
those
hips
those
things
wow
these
funny
Rome
takes
all
roads
39
playmates
on
reality
TV
just
girls
no
power
but
stripped
of
it
object
of
your
desire
falls
apart
then
on
the
ear
a
hank
of
hair
shes
letting
you
know
it
will
just
be
platonic
what
goes
up
comes
down
40
she
had
a
cap
pulled
down
cockeyed
fellas
fell
over
themselves
to
see
I
saw
her
beauty
so
tell
on
her
like
rotten
I
were
selling
fruit
a
lovely
woman
I
said
it
takes
notone
to
know
one
she
rejoined
41
couldnt
put
your
nger
on
it
love
when
you
could
you
lost
your
nger
take
simple
breasts
they
move
you
and
bearers
back
removed
to
prime
the
pump
I
like
himself
deated
her
whats
to
her
a
rock
squeezed
into
shape
whats
what
shes
wise
to
her
not
knowing
42
to
which
she
sticks
all
pued
good
points
public
couples
you
their
ceiling
and
on
the
wall
twoway
Spanish
y
turns
on
the
radio
when
its
already
on
story
of
his
wife
43
we
are
intimate
intimating
the
signs
the
gossiped
have
died
for
not
knowing
he
was
with
her
I
opened
up
on
her
killed
his
shing
cruelty
kind
of
when
you
bring
up
a
friends
failed
tryst
but
up
case
not
love
ipped
into
hate
but
love
not
dared
dammed
at
dawn
hanging
to
the
kind
back
light
44
youre
jealous
right
o
cuz
she
knows
you
in
the
world
not
as
its
mouth
piece
youre
jealous
in
good
time
cuz
all
you
make
new
her
eld
nds
a
place
for
45
heft
your
road
around
bulldozer
detractor
terrains
arouse
your
seed
her
her
and
her
you
love
in
an
instant
many
worlds
theory
like
a
dog
barking
in
the
street
he
didnt
know
which
fast
femme
to
chase
one
god
46
receptors
ape
womens
hips
brain
synchs
so
so
do
your
hopes
swing
higher?
his
lie
wheeled
round
up
the
sky
his
bruised
rib
spoke
free
truth
was
on
his
side
now
I
x-ray
this
friend
in
whom
she
shows
up
positive
like
cancer
47
she
is
wrong
or
sick
but
for
the
future
scrapped
by
my
timely
portrait
Mor es T i m e
the
pale
exit
sign
or
rich
red
one
either
way
local
colour
goes
two
cabs-park
oppose
themselves
touch
on
no
cargo
no
GodAdam
fare
50
the
bar
works
for
me
some
magic
but
I
want
to
free
the
trapped
tourists
pajamas
pimples
hanging
lip
on
the
Y
hall
phone
likeness
of
her
crush
a
tricycle
snowcapped
mountains
drag
it
through
the
garden
night
catches
clich
down
till
the
ground
fancies
it
51
before
it
ups
the
ante
all
this
emotional
pollution
low
sun
but
landscape
on
far
o
Waterton
the
great
carbon
think
peaks
and
whats
more
mores
utopia
52
logo
A-l-b-e-r-t-a
B-a-l-l-e-t
wild
anagram
phones
hoof
beats
range
on
home
after
the
bison
hinter
roads
maintain
starhere
highways
the
roads
to
the
road
with
too
endgame
words
belie
its
unforked
thunder
that
backre
the
village
cold
snow
dim
lights
in
the
post
box
Sinclair
Ross
turnedup
loss
53
brother
brings
proud
new
hockey
colours
coming
out
of
the
theatre
winter
blahs
I
wearing
him
poplars
in
the
dusk
wan
sun
take
him
o
the
roles
reverse
home
grey
snow
careless
safety
but
black
holes
beam
me
up
54
they
were
near
grain
bins
fell
in
love
birds
veered
round
the
pileups
the
threelegged
dog
twirls
its
lariat
the
halo
topples
the
rope
like
swallows
55
a
big
toe
on
the
lawn
toe
of
nothing
stubborn
stub
no
wit
just
it
house
with
the
darkdened
light
on
you
enter
what
is
spoiling
for
you
the
dogs
in
the
camp
bark
in
the
dark
the
re
doesnt
do
much
better
56
drive
by
grade
two
my
life
as
a
life
now
Im
the
kite
caught
in
the
sky
history
as
interview
the
vampire
feeding
on
epochal
blood
Toronto
newsmakes
me
with
the
pleated
crossword
but
then
Im
too
they
make
good
big
for
my
whereabouts
57
a
bit
of
bad
innity
I
smile
species
consciousness
you
copy
corrects
our
reach
you
try
to
make
me
smile
as
enunciated
out
of
we
must
root
out
sea
gull
swallows
a
mouse
relieved
driver
dark
and
warm
back
to
unborn
ourselves
58
dogs
sad
friendly
face
draws
us
as
poison
o
the
path
which
begs
the
quest
man
drowns
canoeing
man
drowned
I
used
to
see
because
of
his
buckskin
shirt
some
what
claims
Joe
now
hear
blames
Trudeau
moonrise
carpenter
wife
kids
59
my
dog
died
a
woman
wipes
from
both
sides
the
glass
door
the
two
noses
once
I
nursed
a
shoelace
out
last
stool
now
beneath
her
tail
mums
the
look
60
after
my
dogs
death
I
have
more
time
to
part
with
all
the
other
dogs
Afterword
As sympathetic hysteric, granting myself some healthy,
o-centre normality, I set about to write an afterword
and will henceforth, as per usual, become the pervert.
(No, Im not Irving Layton nor was meant to be, I say
in reference to his prefatorial, Nietzschean certainties!)
erefore I aim to cleave to the minimum.
e short hairs, pseudo haikus, are not in fact
traditional haikus. I would call them logopoeic haiku
a contradiction in terms. Logopoeia of course being Ezra
Pounds term and of the three possible dominances (the
other two of the standard mnage trois being phanoand melopoeia) he claimed logopoeia to be the riskiest a
tending to philosophy and a leaving of poetry. But were
not talking about leaving there is that -poeia. e
will to logopoeia, even if just by way of compromising
by any amount a genre famous for its proscription of
same, also invites Charles Olsons judgment: all the
original thoughts in the world can be written on a
postage stamp. To which I could lamely protest the
stamps rime (Robert Duncans word) with the haiku.
I would also point out that this logopoeia often lives
(so lives!) on psychopoeic content, a standard literary
ecology, where wicked psychic reexes are portrayed,
the ironic distances to be determined in each case but
always minimally there![?] (A perhaps too pat example
of this would be: she/annoys/anonymously//inside/
the/remote/I/short//she/dies.)
e main attraction to this diverted form indeed
is its brevity and its discreteness owing initially to
a completely extra-to-the-form consideration, an
ordinary general existential constraint, undisclosed
63
66
notes
67
68