(You must read this poem aloud for it to work. Think of it as the spell to right the universe or an experiment in a temporal consciousness. Take a breath then begin.)
Beginning
The beginning
Of the beginning
Of the very beginning
Beginning of the very beginning
The beginning of the very beginning
The very beginning of the very beginning
The very beginning of the beginning
The very beginning of beginning
The beginning of beginning
The beginning beginning
The beginning
Beginning
(Repeat the first stanza or move on to the next. Repetition isn’t inherently redundant. Language isn’t necessarily thought. This poem isn’t about ideas or closure. Choose.)
Ending
Ending ending
Ending of ending
The ending of ending
The ending of the ending
The very ending of the ending
The very ending of the very ending
The ending of the very ending
The ending of the ending
The ending of ending
The ending ending
Ending ending
Ending
(Only from risk rooted in desperation, in which the artist stands to look like a fool and the soul holds its invisible ground can poetry re-find a reason for being. Now move on.)
Drew Pisarra has written a poem for every Fassbinder movie he could find and a few that he couldn't like this one. When not writing poetry, he likes to blog on Korean movies at koreangrindhouse.blogspot.com and tweet on Shakespeare sonnets at @mistermysterio.