Pynchon Paranoia & Prose (Comp)
As I watch the rainbow disappear through four collapsing windows
The apartments fold algorithmically
Apocalyptic origami
Looking straight up at the sky
Like a period on paper
A doll gazing from her bedroom
A die spinning on its nose
I think of Pynchon and paranoia and prose
Burnt-amber on the brickside
Scraps of prisms on the floor
Eye Hauntology
The eye of the ceiling fan pulsing through its circular momentum, the black hole eye, the loose-sketch eye on notebook paper—red lines receding over white and charcoal-gray—daydreamed by a schoolgirl in a bored fugue, nowhere else to look but inward
The eyes on the back of my head, the concave teaspoon eye: the evil, the benevolent, the always observant eye—from above, all-around, within; the star-chart eye, the eye as cycle and spiral and prophecy and fate; the flying eye of the biblical angel; the pregnant eye, teeming with life—little red egg eyes
The eye of death and rebirth and empty man in the middle, the human race’s eye, the stranger eye, the eye of predator and prey. The earth as eye, and sun gazing down blinkless, the moon eye: the eye which winks at us as soon we look away, the eye of the dare, of the State’s dare, of a monkey paw
The clock eye ticking restlessly, inverted, a routine spasm. The apple eye. The ink blot eye. The eye of love winces in a flicker, opening anew with envy. The blossom eye, porcelain eye, the eye piercing the eye called the iris. The atomic eye mushrooming in its onlooking apotheosis—the bullet eye’s flitting immediacy, burrowing in chests
The eye-womb of mother, the eye of the empty void, the million-eyed abyss. The unseen camera eye, the screen eye, the abstracted, filmic, oppressive eye. The eye in the palm of the hand, the churning eye of industry. The alien eye, the eye of God, the telescope eye, through which we are watched, cheered on, derided by the dead
The tattling eye of younger siblings, the disapproving eye of the father. The imperceptible eyes of molecules, infinitesimal, virulent, amorous. The absent eye of night. The scandalous eye of day. The eye of the coiled snake, the vain eye in the mirror, the docile eye turned downward, elusive eye of the other—eye of the law.
The wound eye, the gash eye. The birth-mark eye of idiosyncrasy, the black eye of clogged pores. The fatal and the fertile eye. The eye of erection, of volcanic eruption, of grace, of gravity, of horror all too familiar, all too base. The forgetting eye. The pearl eye. The eye of return, returning. The eye of irony: the eye of all-consuming irony.