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Way More West

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by Edward Dorn

With an understratum

  Of cruelty and vindictiveness

  He has received many wounds,

  muchas gracias amigos

  In his countless fights

  With the whites,

  muchas gracias amigos

  In each ear it was his pleasure

  To wear a huge gold watchchain

  When Geronimo was in Washington for the Inauguration of Roosevelt he was interviewed at the Indian Hotel by S.M. Huddleson of the Dept. of Agriculture. Geronimo signaled through Geo. Wratten that he wanted to know where Huddleson lived, and was surprised and disappointed to learn that Huddleson lived in only one house on only one street. Ugh! he said in gruff disgust and signaled that if He were to live in the city, He would live in every house in it!

  Fifteen Hundred Tons of Hay @ 1¢per Pound

  Gen. Crook proved to a skeptical world that even the Apaches were corruptible He put them to work in the hills at Fort Apache with small sickles & butcher knives

  The Moving, Invisible Spectre of the Phratry on the Traitor Peaches

  Who can tell what a traitor is?

  To What? His own comfort?

  Are there any traitors to that?

  Those dying of discomfort

  can accommodate it most

  The brave arise

  less often than the cowardly

  yet the group must, somewhere

  remember the mistakes

  of low and common tendency

  even when it is a mistake itself

  when the cowardly are too remembered

  What sets these things on their course?

  What participle of this history

  comes to have the label Decisive Moment?

  It was known to be Peaches, caught out

  who revealed the escape route

  And when, above Janos

  we asked permission of the women

  to strangle the children

  the women consented

  and the suicide gripping

  of the throats of our own children was done

  and those delightful voices lay silenced

  in absolute sacrifice

  in the burrows where we hid

  we slipped out through the light

  from Captain Garcias raging grass fire

  once more to the Sierra Madre

  once more past the jaws of your hungry god

  the frenzy of survival rushing from our pores

  A Period Portrait of Sympathy

  Captain Emmet Crawford,

  Commander of Apache Scouts

  is sated with German Romanticism

  his eyes are sunk deep

  in centuries of masturbátory introspection

  on his chest two ranks of buttons

  and a complicated rigging of braid

  he has a dark lost look

  in the style of Poe

  and the scouts love his weirdness

  When the Boundary Commission

  following Kearneys capture

  of New Mexico in eighteen fortysix

  arrived at Santa Rita, trouble

  arose

  (because naturally the miners

  (had pushed some red hot bayonets

  (through the natives

  and when they moved west

  to get this line on paper

  and out of the Membreño heart

  into Chiricahua, they were surveying

  a border long established by Apache force

  And the Gadsden Purchase was made

  to correct an error of omission

  Assorted Compliments

  A treacherous fiendish look (Bartlett

  Some have a chinese cast of countenance (Smart

  Wiederliche Physiognomien Und Gestalten (Möllhausen

  More miserable looking objects I never beheld (Fremont

  Coal black eyes (Peters

  Physically of slighter build than any Indians I have seen (Clum

  Die Lipanis haben blondes Haar, und sind schöne Leute

  (Müklenpfordt

  Sont des beaux hommes (Lachapelle

  Geronimo is the worst Indian who ever lived (Gen. Miles

  Tall, majestic in figure; muscular (Brantz-Mayer

  Fine physical conformation (Foote

  Crian pié menor que los otros indios (Sonora etc.

  They live entirely by the chase (Delgado

  Slim, very agile, features emotionless, flat, hair not unlike bristles

  (Bancroft

  La carne del caballo (Velasco

  They are said to be more fond of the meat of the mule

  than that of any other animal (Gregg

  Reservations

  This material yields

  only insofar as the reality

  was digested at the occurrence.

  This material, and this

  includes the famous greatness

  of the B.A.E.

  is the dung & piss

  of Warfares invariants.

  There is the Arabness

  of the subject.

  And it Is the supreme form

  of the argument that foreign Policy

  has always been an Internal policy

  at the heart of the american Inability

  to propagate a Central Thought.

  At the base of it

  One finds the Northern Europeans

  marked inability

  to live on Earth with other kinds

  and certainly

  not with kinds other than themselves.

  But that this manicness

  is directed like a death ray

  even to their own kind

  is the ultimate difference.

  For instance, in our terrain,

  Bandeliers wretched, derisive

  reception at Fort Apache

  riding on a halfass

  halfhorse, or Cushing indistinguishable

  among the Zuñi fruit sellers.

  They are so far from home.

  It now looks as if

  their strategic mistake

  was in not interbreeding

  with the native blood

  in the first days

  and extensively thereafter.

  Their enforcement of The

  Dispersion of the slave blood

  of course doesnt count, that use

  is only a marriage of convenience,

  derived from industrial

  and technically social considerations.

  And includes none of the innateness

  in which the conqueror joins the conquered

  Love is mistaken by Whiteye policy

  throughout the hemisphere

  where it is taken for necessity

  and where it must contend in

  a soil of distractions, always

  the conqueror waiting for the spaceship

  at the edge of the page

  and whose biggest footnote

  is an apocalypse prior to themselves.

  Those who have seen in this

  some higher drier destiny

  of the Person

  have seen it in the small alienations

  of the color coded wires of the culture

  but it isnt there.

  In this case it is poco a poco

  in the fabrications of the aer

  turning back the sunlight

  promoting the early return of the glacier

  and it is Also possibly,

  in line with our habitual craziness

  absolutely nowhere.

  We do not even yet

  know what a crisis is.

  Creation

  There was a time

  when nothing existed

  this time was before form

  Time rolled on. And space

  which derives its character

  from time, was not distinguished.

  There now appears a spot

  a thin circular disc

  no larger than the hand

  yellow on one s
ide

  white on the other, in mid air.

  The first distinction

  is naturally given.

  It is to be as pure conception

  not genetically argued.

  Included in the disc

  there is a bearded man

  the size of a hand

  He is the Sky Man

  the agency of the metaphor

  the One, who lives above.

  He wakes as from a long sleep.

  He rubs his face & eyes

  with both hands, and where

  his eyes light, light appears

  Everywhere

  Above and below

  a sea of light.

  A glance to the East

  light associated with black

  the South the full spectrum

  the West saffron

  the North blue.

  The One then cast out

  a ball, rolled from the sweat of the brow

  and up sprung the Parentless Girl

  Woman created first

  out of a direct act of labor

  not from some spare part

  Night Girl is the nucleus of the universe.

  Some other One then asked

  Where is the Earth

  and the One replied

  to this voice of the story

  I am Thinking, Thinking

  Thinking, Thinking

  I am Thinking Earth.

  And then he thought

  a Little Boy

  and poco a poco

  the whole phylum

  was brought into being

  There was great laughter

  in the beginning

  when all creatures could talk.

  The Whole European Distinction

  The longest continuous run

  of external resistance:

  the Apache Wars.

  Without significant intermission

  from the Seventeenth Century onward

  can only be attributed to

  the superiority of Native

  over Alien Thinking.

  Yet they had not invented Mind

  and as we know

  their domain was by Mind over-ridden

  In all the treaties

  the Native assented

  to the Thinking

  And never, and

  have not yet discovered

  the predictive Mind.

  Personum

  The women circle the men in conference

  they speak like a loud annotation

  to every advance of Thought

  They are theologically overheard

  Those who overhear them

  log each nuance of the record

  A clinic attention to the future

  is not to their nature, they ask more

  Of the immediate utterance

  They have no mechanic of the future

  And

  They are prepared to meet the animate

  If now they lie dormant

  They were by Mind overcome,

  I have a mind

  is the highest mutation of force

  The original monuments of perception

  are the play of light

  through the wall’s membrane

  Out of the Sunset movement

  Out of the Sunrise invasion

  So The infant is bound

  hand & foot

  to the cradle board

  a platform with roof

  balcony onto the World

  shield to the sunnelance

  They began life in this manner

  devoted to pure observation

  from head to nock

  And of course without

  the petty distraction of their fingers

  waving pathologically at the future

  Because, it is from witness,

  they made no natural cause

  to fear the future

  Their art was

  of cosmic physical proportion

  the scale proposed for everything

  and reflected in their landform

  Their leading ideas

  come directly from the landform

  By the time they are let out

  they have seen it first

  from the frantic jog of escape

  to the just plausible image

  of the desert floor

  and what is before them

  invites them to get ready

  The Slipping of the Wheel

  They were sentenced to observe

  the destruction of their World

  The revolutionary implications

  are interesting

  They embody a state

  which our still encircled world

  looks toward from the past

  Gen. Miles imagined

  That Geronimo

  Didn’t know

  The function of the heliograph

  Immured in Florida

  La Máquina a Houston

  The train has come to rest and ceased its creaking

  We hear the heavy breathing of the máquina

  A relic in its own time

  Like all the manifestations of technical art

  And without real gender

  And hidden from direct appeal

  By the particulates of the English language

  Itself the agent of frag mentation

  And lonely accuser of the generic lines

  The heavy breathing of the lonely máquina

  Stopped in its tracks waiting for the photograph.

  The Apache are prodded out into the light

  Remember, there are still dark places then

  Even in the solar monopoly of Arizona and Tejas

  We are with the man with the camera

  They step off the train and wait among the weeds

  They never take their eyes off of us, wise practice

  We motioned the way with our shotguns

  They are almost incredibly beautiful

  We are struck and thrilled

  With the completeness of their smell

  To them we are weird while to us

  They are not weird, to them we are undeniable

  And they stop only before that, they are like us

  Yet we are not like them

  Since we dont recognize that. We say:

  One cannot have a piece of what is indivisible

  Is natural Apache policy

  Where for us, that is a philosophical implication

  We are alike, but we see things

  From behind dis-simular costumes,

  The first principle of warfare

  Where All of Us is the Army, and they are the people

  Precisely they step off the train

  And this is an important terminal moment

  In the Rush Hour begun in this hemisphere

  This is the moment before the leg irons

  They look Good. They look better than we do.

  They will look better than we look forever

  We will never really look very good

  We are too far gone on thought, and its rejections

  The two actions of a Noos

  Natches sits alone in the center

  Because he is the elegant one among them

  Hereditary, proper as a dealer

  He is inherent and most summary of themselves

  Supple, graceful, flexible hands

  Goodnatured, fond of women

  As the train moves off at the first turn of the wheel

  With its cargo of florida bound exiles

  Most all of whom had been put bodily

  Into the coaches, their 3000 dogs,

  Who had followed them like a grand party

  To the railhead at Holbrook

  began to cry

  When they saw the smoking creature resonate

  With their masters,

  And as the máquina acquired speed they howled and moaned

  A frightening noise from their great mass


  And some of them followed the cars

  For forty miles

  Before they fell away in exhaustion

  FROM HELLO, LA JOLLA

  Shifting an Interference with Nature to a Scientific Obstruction

  Humming birds are close to junkies anyway

  All that keeps them straight is the flower

  And her control of plenitude in their cause

  Curbing their overweening gluttony

  And their insatiable singlemindedness

  Yes, as the books say, they are pugnacious

  But in them it is a quality absolutely without wit.

  So when this normality is disturbed

  And they go for sugar in water and acid red #271

  They do get vicious as the supply gets low.

  At this point Harmonics drive these hovercrafters

  Crazier still, as it punctuates their slavery2

  And their birdbrained anger spreads

  Throughout their frenzied holding patterns

  Sugar, sugar.

 

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