Ken Rumble



from A Monologue for Voices


I will try to put it into “words.”

(The wind makes the stalk of broom straw wave back and forth.)


Here I go.

(The cellular structure of the broom straw makes the stalks of broom straw wave back and forth.)


I am doing pretty good so far; it is easier than I thought.

(The roots of the broom straw make the stalk of broom straw wave back and forth.)


Sometimes I want to wave back.

(I am putting it into words.)


The words change and sometimes stay the same.

(The thermal currents generated by the sun make the stalk of broom straw wave back and forth.)


Like “stalker” for example.

(It is like a phoenix: born, destroyed, and born.)


But it isn’t a phoenix.

(Or even remotely related.)


Except that both can be put into words.

(Come to with terms.)


Term limits.

(Words, words, words.)


The predisposition of people to relate the world and its objects to themselves makes the stalk of broom straw wave back and forth.

(It is the “putting” that puts me off.)


Wave around might be more accurate.

(Since we live in a three dimensional world.)


Unless you count time.

(What else can you do with it?)


There are so many stalks of broom straw that it is hard to see just one.

(The window frame gets in the way.)


Limits the visual field.

(One way of describing the broom straw.)


The visual plane.

(I put the words on the things.)


No jokes about the lotion and the basket.

(I can not see a single stalk.)


Without leaving my seat.

(I call it a field.)


I didn’t know it was called broom straw.

(Before that I called it grass.)


People call it broom straw.

(They also think it “broom straw.”)


A boomslang on the other hand is a snake.

(I think.)



* * *


The ribbon is loose.

(Is that how you spell “loose”?)


That mj the typewriter is working better now.

(I meant to write, “that man likes my typewriter too.”)


With a capitol.

(I think I meant “capital.”)


This is not how I thought I would begin.

(The pen is in my hand.)


I just wrote “penis.”

(The way the letters go between words.)


The way the “letters” stay the same while the words change.

(Why doesn’t the middle position work?)


You do not make a question mark on a typewriter the way you do an exclamation point.

(Why not a question point?)


The words change too.

(The word “change.”)


I thought I would write more about the spoon and the cup.

(We listened to Three Dog Night.)


The middle position is for correction.

(Is it a joke if I write “The Loving Spoonful”?)


The middle passage.

(The first “d” and the second “d” are the same.)


Violet and I talked about “similarity.”

(I wonder if the typewriter will work better now.)


Who would know?

(I am at Weaver Street Market.)


Yesterday was Kathryn’s birthday.

(Yesterday is Kathryn’s birthday.)


The day which upon she was born so many years ago.

(Thirty three.)


Sometimes it is the same day that she was born on.

(The computer takes away the edges.)


Tony’s computer was taken away.

(Someone stole it.)


The bird is not afraid of the typewriter.

(Writing and typewriting.)


The letters really are the same on the typewriter.

(A “d” is a “d” unless it is capital.)


I did it right that time.

(The hold shift key is working.)


I am writing about the typewriter.

(I am writing on the typewriter.)


I was lying.

(I was writing in the notebook.)


I should’ve said “am.”

(I am continually forgetting my rules.)


The rules are always there.

(You have not said anything.)


“Anything” has been written.

(I have not said anything.)


This may be said.

(It would have to be re-written.)


Last night Brian and Tony hit the wiffle ball.

(Not at the same time.)


I stop when I reach the bottom of the page.

(Not today.)


I need longer paper.

(The rules again.)


* * *


Today it is a bowl.

(It might be the same spoon.)


The laundry machine just turned off.

(It stopped making noise.)


There was something about flow that I was thinking of this morning.

(That I thought about.)


I thought about Aaron while I finished my cereal.

(I put nuts in it.)


The nuts are then in the bowl.

(Cut that last line.)


The thought stops.

(It was something about flow and poetry.)


The cup I usually use for cereal was missing.

(I missed it.)


I was not at all sad about its loss.

(I don’t think, “it’s lost.”)


There is always yoghurt in the bowl until I wash it.

(New trick.)


Today we are engaged.

(We were not engaged on Wednesday, Tuesday, or Monday.)


We became engaged.

(Kathryn and I.)


Now we are engaged and before we were not.

(We talk to each other a lot, sometimes in loud voices.)


The story is present from the beginning.

(I drink the same coffee everyday.)


Kathryn is cleaning up, and I am writing.

(I write.)


The faucet is on.

(Earlier it rained.)


I have to go to the bathroom.

(I can feel it.)


Flow is not what poetry is about.

(That is not what I was going to write about.)


Again with the rules and how often I forget them.

(If it was a trick, I wouldn’t do it anymore.)


Kathryn picks up two glasses.

(I use one hand to write in the notebook.)


I scratch my head, or my head waits to be scratched.

(Linh arrives at 3pm.)


I will pick him up.

(I wrote, “Sure, I’ll pick you up.”)


Biography as a way of seeing.

(Thought gaps.)


Biography as a way to see.

(I can barely see the coffee in the cup.)


The middle position is for correction.

(The same letter in white over the same letter in black.)


The typewriter contains an alphabet.

(Last night we were drinking in the bar.)


These days are rainy days.

(Sometimes we talk loudly.)


Kathryn said, “I am your woman.”

(I said, “will you marry me.”)


I asked.

(We are engaged to be married.)



* * *


I will write, “why not begin again when I am done.”

(It was a question.)


I thought, “I need longer paper.”

(The people are who I am thinking of.)


The words come through.

(The periods punch through the paper.)


The queen Ann’s lace grows.

(The house smells like oranges.)


I smell oranges and can see many blossoms of queen Ann’s lace when I look out the window.

(I look through the window.)


Light rays pass through the glass.

(Tomorrow is the poetry festival.)


Light is a wave in this case.

(Acts like a wave.)


The festival is for poetry.

(People will be at the festival.)


Many people will attend the poetry festival.

(Kathryn and I are alone.)


One thought stops and another begins.

(The spray Kathryn is using is composed to smell like oranges.)


She said, “It gets prettier everyday.”

(The blister on my hand popped.)


Is peeling.

(Some call it “peels of laughter.”)


What do the words say that I don’t?

(Tony wrote, “My vocabulary will never be innocent.”)


Kathryn is cleaning up.

(I give up on the rules.)


I see their value.

(Light passes through the glass.)


Light becomes glass.

(What is between our thoughts?)


Glass becomes light.

(“There” is a constant.)


A constancy.

(The spoon in the bowl is partially covered by the bowl edge.)


I will talk to Kathryn.

(We talked.)


She likes the ring.

(She likes me and I like her.)


Some call it “love.”

(I am learning how to make a chord without looking at my hand.)


I look at the sheet.

(Rain falls in sheets.)


We brought our laundry off the line.

(The thought stops.)


I think, “the thought stops.”

(It may have never begun.)


I organized the book table.

(We will sell books to the people.)


He said, “power to the people.”

(It is not what he meant.)


There are people everywhere.

(This is number two.)


I think about Todd & Chris.

(I think in their presence.)


I am not in their presence now.

(I am now.)