i am writing to inform you of what i am doing by Christian Hawkey

BOMB 113 Fall 2010
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hello. i am writing to inform you of what i am currently doing. things begin in rooms. the first portrait was not made in a room. a face the size of a page. as a page. a photograph. a room that begins with a door. a thin door. we are facing it. we are pinned to it. it is on fire. without this technology i wouldn’t be facing you. let us pause to consider the persistence of nostril hair. i do not presume to be the best. i am currently living in connecticut. a declarative sentence usually ends with a period. hello. i am on the market for new representation. you will find my eye color printed on the back of my eyes. until i reach my goal i am keeping all my options open. without this technology i wouldn’t be facing you. hello. i believe i have a very marketable look. repetition equals depersonalization. don’t forget to sign your name to it. i just wanted to let you know what i have been up to lately. a burned door is a source of charcoal. i know i do not know you. if you turn my face over you will see we are suited for each other. hello. please keep me in mind. modernism is the illusion of autonomous art. the street outside this room. i am standing on it, waving. my real name is toya. do you think this looks like i am trying too hard. each car with a driver, a single driver, an autonomous head, a machine. without this technology i wouldn’t be facing you. my nose, for example. break off a piece of it, draw with it, knowledge. i’ve worked hard to get this far. birth. first audition. any space with doors is a room. an auditorium has multiple doors. these are known as fire exits. hello. i would love to meet with you as soon as possible. the room may or may not be burning. when a sheet of paper burns it curls. when a photograph burns it curls. i’ve worked hard to get this far. i was born in a toyota. repetition leads to depersonalization. be sure you are using a simple, non-distracting backdrop. you will find my hair color on the back of my hair. hello. turn the page over, i am begging you. put your hand on the door before you enter. i know i do not know you. a room between your fingers. the cars sound like a river. to maintain this image i just let go. a door on fire. hello. i am constantly working to be prepared for all opportunities. the river moves, is moving, has moved. i place it in the room. the door is burning. there are faces pinned to the door. the page facing you. tell me your lips are not curled. the image drowns in a river of images. i hope to hear from you soon. one river is the connecticut. repetition equals depersonalization. birth. break off a piece of it. until i reach my goal, these are known as fire exits. hello. without this technology i wouldn’t be facing you. hello. the first audition. please keep me in mind. i am standing on it. hello. the river moves, is moving, has moved. draw with it. i’ve worked hard to get this far. the street outside this room. my real name is toya. i am standing on it. an image has multiple doors. i am standing on it. hello. i believe i have a very marketable look. any space with doors. a single driver, an autonomous head. a door floating on a body of water suggests the body is a room. hello. i am on the market for new representation. formal speech presumes to address a large body. traffic circulates through the room. to whom it may concern. my real name is toya. the sound of any continuously repeated motion can be soothing. it is important to address the person who can hire you. without this technology i would not be in this room. hello. look behind my throat. you will find i am a soprano. Low D—High B. the traffic is endless. i know i do not know you. a door strapped to the roof of a car. being natural makes many employers nervous. we must not forget the persistence of nostril hair. i have worked very hard to get this far. hello. things begin in rooms. nostrils can be seen as doors. two doors. without this technology i would not be breathing. the ears, more doors. each car with a driver, a single driver, an autonomous head, a machine. repetition equals depersonalization. an auditorium has multiple doors. please keep me in mind. i would love to meet with you as soon as possible. hello. be sure you are using a simple, non-distracting backdrop. hello.

 

write it in your own words so that it sounds like you. being natural makes many employers nervous. put your hand on the door. i believe i have a very marketable look. a sentence declares it is a river. i am writing to inform you of what i am currently doing. hello. my nose is bleeding. i would be happy to answer any questions you might have. the shadow from the eyebrows and forehead encroaching on them. each car with a single driver. dear sir or madam. we must not forget the persistence of nostril hair. a man nailed to the roof of a car. the traffic performs endlessly. a name attached to an image. i am keeping my options open. a declarative sentence states an idea. please keep me in mind. a name attached to a sheet of paper. i have worked very hard to get this far. hello. a door has four corners. modernism is the illusion of autonomous art. a sheet of paper stapled to a face. all four corners. hello. please feel free to call me. a river of faces at the door. the question of scale aside, break off a piece of it, draw something with it, knowledge. i close my fire exits. i believe i have a very marketable look. the question of scale aside, an unused staple is a gate. being natural makes many employers nervous. my nose is bleeding. a gate is a door without walls. these are known as fire exits. a man nailed to the roof of a car. the room may or may not be in motion. the street outside this room, i am standing on it. there are four corners in my brain. i just want to let you know what i have been up to lately. the question of scale aside, we are pinned to it. Low D—High B. i know i do not know you. a corner is a place where two lines of different dimensions meet at an angle. hello. be sure you are using a simple, non-distracting backdrop. i am willing to travel. such clear pain. tell me your ear is pressed against the door. birth. first repetition. i know your time is valuable. i’ll make this short. the shadow from the eyebrows and forehead encroaching on them. birth equals depersonalization. dear sir or madam. if looking for the doorknob, you just missed it. being natural makes people nervous. i cover all my fire exits. you will find my hair color on the back of my hair. break off a piece of it, draw something with it. hello. without this technology i wouldn’t be here. the auditorium has multiple doors. a declarative sentence usually ends in a period. do you think this looks like i am trying too hard. a river of faces without a door. i am seeking legit representation. hello. turn the page over, i am begging you. one river is connecticut. i hope to hear from you soon. a sentence declares it is a nostril hair. modernism is the illusion of autonomy. this room for example is covered in faces. each car with a driver, a single driver, a machine. we must not forget the presence of staples. what is a door in the ground without a house. a sheet of paper burns as it curls. my brain has four corners. i believe i have a very marketable look. at night the eyes of all the faces are open. i would love to meet with you as soon as my nose stops bleeding. let us pause to consider this. the street outside the room, waving. i was born in a toyota. being natural makes people nervous. the car moves, is moving, was moving. a corner in a life-or-death situation is generally thought to be the least beneficial location. hello. write it in your own words so that it sounds like you. this room may or may not be burning. tell me your lips do not have corners. i do not presume to be the best. a corner is the illusion of autonomy. the traffic is endless. break off a piece of it. a staple in each corner. knowledge. the first fire exit. without this technology i wouldn’t be facing you. a declarative sentence states an idea. the room has walls but may or may not have doors. i am keeping all of my options open. hello. it is generally thought that you must be moving in order to be born. such clear pain. turn the image over, i am begging you. a door floating on a body. the main part of the letter is bleeding. the question of scale aside, a word. dear sirs. modernism. until i reach my goal i do not presume to be the best. tell me your ear is pressed against the door.

 

this room, for example. a gate is a door without a room. repetition equals depersonalization. head first, into a corner. i am seeking legit representation. don’t forget to sign your name. in the opposite direction, hello. the question of scale aside, color. if looking for the exit, you just missed it. birth is generally considered a declarative sentence. a name attached to an idea, screaming. the sound of a corner circulates. look behind my throat. you will find i am a soprano. Low D—High B. hello. a room begins with a door. a thin door. the river moves, is moving, was moving. these are known as images. the question of scale aside, red. the main part of the letter is the body. hello. do you think this looks like i’m trying too hard. all four corners. let us pause to consider the driver. i am willing to travel. the door in the ground may or may not be a sentence. i am keeping all of my options open. repetition equals depersonalization. hello. i want to take my career to the next level. tell me your throat is not burning. hello. a declarative sentence usually ends with a period. one room is connecticut. the door inside the room is moving. i am seeking legit representation. formal speech presumes to address a large body. dear connecticut, my anus is bleeding. the least beneficial location. hello. a river of faces at the door. it is on fire. they are pinned to it. turn the image over, i am begging you. red. the question of scale aside, call me. hello. be sure you are using a simple, non-distracting backdrop. hello. we must not forget the presence of toya. hello. the car moving in one direction. the aim of the image is to have your face grab their attention. Low D—High B. a river moving in the opposite direction. a name attached to an image, waving. hello. an entrance is the illusion of an exit. to whom it may concern. i was born in three directions. a face attached to a river. tell me your lips are not curled. without this framing i would not be here. hello. if looking for the door knob you just missed it. the aim of the image is to have your face open a door. the sound of an image circulates. the shadow from the eyebrows and forehead encroaching on them. if looking for an exit, you just missed it. hello. i know i do not know you. look behind my throat. the question of repetition aside, modernism. i was born in three directions. a body floats on a door. the sound of an immanent frame circulates. do you think this looks like i am trying too hard. hello. a corner may or may not be in motion. the river moves, is moving, an image. the question of scale aside, a vein. the sound of an institution circulates. hello. let us pause to consider this. tell me your lips are not a form of repetition. i am keeping my mouth as an option. hello. the question of repetition aside, breathing. a door in the ground may or may not be an exit. the sky is generally thought to be the least effective backdrop. hello. the question of scale aside, blue. without this framing the traffic is endless. i do not presume to be the best. if looking for the river, you just missed it. head first, into a corner. moving in three directions. an image. don’t forget to sign your name. write it in your own words so that it sounds like we are pinned to it. hello. i know i do not know you. tell me your ears are not a form of technology. the aim of the image is to circulate. the question of breathing aside, repetition. hello. Low D—High B. such clear pain. i am on the market for new representation. look behind my throat. without this framing i wouldn’t be here. before you enter put your hand on the door. i was born in three directions. the door opens, is opening, a sentence. a room between your fingers. break off a piece of it. i know your time is valuable. i’ll make this short. most images have four corners. the question of scale aside, sky. these are known as fire exits. the first portrait was not made in a room. we must not forget the persistence of nostril hair. hello. my real name is toya. such clear pain. the face dusted with white powder. modernism is the illusion of autonomy. head first, into a century. the aim of the image is to circulate. knowledge is a source of charcoal. head first, into a corner.

 

a sheet of paper, curling. let us pause to consider this. moving in three directions, four. the sound of any continuously repeated motion can be soothing. hello. i would love to meet with you as soon as possible. a declarative sentence states an idea. the door opens, is opening, birds. they are situated on the same vertical plane. i was born with a driver, a single driver, a machine. same thought in reverse. nothing has changed at all. modernism is the illusion of an auditorium. hello. everything is not at all unchanged. the first photographic portrait was not made in a room. hello. it is important to address the person who will hire you. the ears, two more corners. the dress is admirably given, even if it be black. a door floats on a body. the sun, the sitter, and the camera. write it in your own words. please feel free to call me. hello. we must not forget the persistence of frames. as soon as my nose stops bleeding, birds. the first portrait included the dress. a body floats in a machine. the face dusted with white powder. the sound of an immanent frame circulates. do you think this looks like i am trying too hard. hello. i believe i have a very marketable look. the face dusted with modernism. things begin in rooms. the question of scale aside, a camera. turn the page over, i am begging you. one institution is a sentence. being natural makes people nervous. hello. you will find my eye color on the back of my eyes. if looking for the sun, you just missed it. my real name is connecticut. a room between your fingers. the question of scale aside, sky. partly owing to the intensity of such light. head first, in the opposite direction. birth. formal speech presumes to address a large body. the sound of a bird circulates. hello. i am in the market for new representation. a corner is a space where lines of different dimensions intersect. the same thought in reverse. write it in your own words. hello. the traffic is endless. it is generally thought you must be moving to have an aura. what is a room once you have left it. partly owing to the intensity of such light. each car with a driver, a single driver, a head. nothing has changed at all. a door floats on a body. a frame between your fingers, that small. to maintain this image i just let go. tell me a corner is not an institution. the sun, the sitter, the camera. head first, into connecticut. my real name is a question of scale. hello. let us pause to consider a toyota. without this framing there would be no image. the first portrait was made on a roof. my brain has four corners. i am keeping all my exits open. the question of scale aside, technology. the shadow from the eyebrows and forehead encroaching on them. i am constantly working to be prepared. look behind my throat and you will find my employers. the same thought in reverse. the sound of an immanent frame, breathing. the shadow from the eyebrows and forehead. you must be moving to have an aura. repetition equals depersonalization. hello. i want to let you know what i have been up to lately. owing to the intensity of such light. a door in the ground is not an image. the first portrait was made on a roof. the question of scale aside, you just missed it. hello. i am seeking legit representation. a burned door is a source of knowledge. a roof generally has four corners. my nose, for example. the aim of the image is to circulate. the sun, the sitter, and the camera. the sky dusted with modernism. it is necessary to pass through some blue medium. a name attached to an idea, repeated. a river of images is not an image. i am constantly drowning to be prepared. i know your time is valuable. a roof generally has four corners. everything is not at all unchanged. you must be moving to have an aura. a door in the ground may or may not be a roof. the question of scale aside, an idea. i am keeping my mouth in the opposite direction. behind my throat you will find i am pinned to it. i’ve worked hard to pass through a blue medium. i do not presume to be the river. an image between your fingers. i know i do not know you. head first, into the light. the traffic is endless. i hope to hear from you soon.

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Christian Hawkey is the author of two full-length collections of poems, The Book of Funnels and Citizen Of, both from Wave Books, and two chapbooks, HourHour and Petitions for an Alien Relative. His newest book, Ventrakl, a mixed-genre exploration of the life and work of Georg Trakl, has just been released by Ugly Duckling Presse.

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