From Mill Head

 

Kylan Rice

 
 

to reproduce the part           where two girls, the few       who are left, have filled
their skirtfronts with green    plums picked from trees in the conservatory
                                                                         to reproduce that
knowledge that knowledge is always     self-absorbed, that paradigm      shift shifting as of soft
clotting-open    plums among other plums      in muslin, gathered not
out of need but out of the sheer
                         desire to gather, to have       more than I need, more than I could ever
want, passionate
                         to eat a green plum             not being seen, the passionate part
the unseenness of it, the secrecy, knowledge             of an action, yours, as being
only yours, to actuate,
                       enjoy, field and be     the only reaper, total self-sufficiency, all estate,
acreage, conservatory, mill-house, mill-head, powder market, printbed, the whole of it, making
to make sense, modeling, making to visualize
                                            because to see in advance, handle and see, a model
of the heart before going under is to grasp what is about to happen
to the body, inside me but without
                               my knowing, my willing, where will
                                                                     be unclotted, a graspable
me-specific
build, self-image
                      but an image of the self that is        embedded, peripheral to passions
it could never fathom, knows it is in the world because the world is
lost on it, is self-secreting so self-    multiplying, making and being made, near-
net-shape, secret in that        it is so a part of me——
                                                        here    I render these
plums these girls these green plums, how many non-      manifold edges
                                                        are there to them, not because
I need them, but to be able to grasp    to partake for partaking’s
sake, to do because doing      beholds me, embeds me, makes me so a part

 
 
 
 

From Mill Head

 
 

angel all appearance
                       angel it       an object only when you need it, no longer needing
warehouse, storage of parts, no more costs    for scrapping surplus, reclaiming
your material    every object an angel
                                 of necessity, is       on demand, need the forerunner
of need’s obsolescence, actuator        of appearance, additive      ministering, end-
editing, layer on ascending layer, cresting up a dome
                              of contingency, three ascending tiers of it, choirs installed
to clarify what species
                 of kingdoms, dominions, powers, principalities, zithering because zithering
has proportion to it, is rational, brings pleasure because pleasure     is order, ordered, brought
to your door, is already inside, printable
        on-demand, there         if you want it, but you need   to want it first, you need to want
to know if it is                 to be (for it is        to be) you need to want to uncover
the crypt, finding there only lilies, no body, the body was assumed, you thought
you knew, yet
       it turns out (turning out turning out) the body is no more        than a stone box full
of the true lily, my icon my opening    file, lilies
                                        the pretext to say, these mean   I was, and more
-over needed to be to be       the container for, for there to be this
infinite demand you needed,
                      needing mediation, needing something in between, ultrathin, ultimaker,
protobox, adding onto adding on until it’s there, has appeared, the heart’s    sole desire, the heart
so sole it needs
         a custom catheter, plastic reed the perfect shape of   whichever vessel, hollow as only
it can be,
the hollow      heart, all need, where need is is
                                                 where is is if,
                                                         is outcome, is realized, and only outcome
if there was, was        process, process so much               a given it is assumed, process
of continuous extrusion, coil-         built vessel form, hollow to be
filled, hollow the body knows
                              is fillable       with air withal with breath with song
the going on the going on of song

 
 
 
 

From Mill Head

 
 

a part, as in    apart from, and this    out of need——outbound as all
                                                       objects are——bound again for the heart
-land, outbound from need, what am I            doing, what is my     project, task
at hand today to leave at     least some of it unplowed, some of it           mere, mere-balk, mere-
oak, to leave     some of it unfurrowed without
                                       intending to,   all objects projecting
out, all
                               spindle and -mere, part, fused           deposition
                                                                        modeling beyond me, bound
from me, me setting in motion, cultivating      out of out of           a desire to, desire my sole
motive, desire for     some delicacy of motive, grace, note, detail: smell
                                             of burning wheat, pancakes, nightly dew, armies
through the dew, now the mother of all       bombs can be printed, pack more in less, compact
when trussed within with criss-cross loads, no longer need   for such thick casing, less hull less hull
then
        bursting open, this
lily test       in a pan of water, what is it that      precipitates   its bursting open, what is this
an emperor moth? what pleasure                  can be got from getting it getting     a principle,
know now      new law, now’s new law, fitness that is          momentous, what is fit           print it
put it down, make an
                             entry out of it,        archway and truss, desire to make some object
        out of it, it out, more out-   bound than I am, south, turning lathing transience
into monument, moth into               emperor, every object a map of        internal external
features represented as triangles, vectors, manifolds, poly-     mere how much
can I encode    how much can I
detail, in-     still how much grace, give finishing    touch, grazing, slippage
                                                        none of this            is mine now that it is,
is gone
       leave   the map behind, says a shoulder tattoo   I notice, passing from behind on the greenway
but what I am behind            leaves me, himself did not       compose something in him
composed,
some chain    of reactions    embedded already, long            embedded, desire’s transverse
overflowing, what is this       reservoir’s total capacity, what left     over from catastrophe, down
-stroke, moth wing, stroke      it and it       opens, fully lily, what left over from my mother’s
stroke, this    strophing and strophing, trying        to say, not being able to find
the right word, the right word lost        to me as I am,       unmappable, left behind

 
 
 

Kylan Rice has writing published in The Kenyon Review, RHINO, West Branch, The Seattle Review and elsewhere. He has an MFA in poetry from Colorado State University and is currently a PhD candidate in literature at UNC-Chapel Hill. 

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