Jesse Seldess
Jesse Seldess is the author of Several Rotations (2019), Left Having (2011), Who Opens (2006), and several chapbooks. From 2001 to 2012, he edited and published the international journal of writing, music, and performance Antennae, and from 2003 to 2007, he co-curated the Chicago reading and performance series Discrete Series with Kerri Sonnenberg. He lives in Brooklyn, NY.
If
And he grabbed the cup as he flew up and up and up and over the top of the Milky Way in the night kitchen.
– Maurice Sendak, In the Night Kitchen
—
But my not feeling the memory inside
between the preambles
in that I cannot remember
Tomorrow
deep into pathways from repeated travels
—
out in the snow
I had me a vision
washed by my memory
embodied with a little reason
I can see values falling
I came back to me
—
So I find myself at home
while wrapped in static
off the edge of the world
with a latency last night
Falling from this distance
Out of remnants of later pages
over the long line up in the sky
The long time I had a vision
—
One day there is direction
as far back as my history heard
firing and connecting somewhere
Face falling off the edge of the face
off the end of the world
walking from home along the measure
the long time I was accounting
Then fall then summer
On the timeline I was on
I could consume the dream
—
If I step on the edge
And reach up the screen
to see the sunrise
dawn formerly nights
in the face that I have
What I do in my leisure
with my ways to the ends
off the end
I take it out in the snow fall
of my actions
standing in memory
aligned or not with my interests
But to me directly
—
So I go back
the other end of elections
reminding myself
from repeated travels
literally move
the contours
phrase them
to be before the sun
fibers
wireless
past pathways
the sky
and my heart rate
—
I brought my count down
I watch a movie
without really agreeing
in the act of needing
the other end dawn
without really breaking
I can't help waiting
without really speaking
which is like sleep
without really branding
without really binding myself
without really binding
—
So I back up
until my purpose up in the sky
when I move
high up in the internet
erodes
the impulse for my own purposes
variegated reflected retroactive reactive light
from which to step off
—
In the inflected refracted retroactive reactive light
out in the snow
I turn not sad exactly
out of remnant ages
live connections
before the sun
isn't available
Visible or
Regrettable or
Reliable or
Revisitable or
Revisable or
Divisible or
Attributable or
Assimilable
—
It's morning
If I store excess
the other end of actions
and learn to point where I am
asynchronous
in a sharp turn
and bend and relive gravity
My purpose up in the sky
on a day
from no one point
—
I keep turning
to learn back
which is like
I ask say
for the duration of answers
I use
the prospects there already
for the length of the sun
in advance
of the afternoon
under the grasp
what literally moved
to the other end
One day
—
If I step over the edge
in the timeline
the sky
void
Being known
in a sharp downward turn
in the form visible
Blue sky