Paul Thek, Our Contemporary The micro-management of meat Under glass mistakes for orifices Crises the sun where your eyes Should have been because the dead Are genderless because no one Needed to know what's under the hood Fingerless they can't i.d. you Underground man hippie fingers Are like little dicks you make of Yourself a mask to hide within Things to hide within the world Abandoned to it like a tomb. Some spaces distribute The body in time was Wax the body in space Was a cast unsalvageable Because no one wants A masterpiece to be A crypt of what we will Have been a difference Pink makes on your skin. We cope this risk is an Answer to the flesh Anyone's analytic Of the sublime Any body's tomb With whom do you Identify who will Not answer to 'me'? Where bones are laid To rest who will manage The dead and those Who cannot die I am trying to tell You something but am Afraid the power of Flesh overpowers me The powers of reliquary Do not remember me Every name in history How do we distribute Petal pink makes Malthus blush others Do the math what you Encase like head space Thek the headless Always our contemporary Our savage contemporary Tongue-ring sticks out From missing prints Pharaohs abscond From historical sense The sense of headlessness Makes a tomb in the public Pinko of the real When fascism flares up Your art withdraws. That we are meat And worship the fact That God is also meat A formal feeling comes We call it a technology Of the self remember What we have become A prayer to blood A prayer to fake Blood the mannerist Sun still winking like A hole that doesn't Stink what totality Doesn't stink of men Mimics monuments re- fuses to delay in glass _________________________________________________________ Thom Donovan lives in New York City where he edits Wild Horses of Fire weblog (whof.blogspot.com) and coedits ON Contemporary Practice. He is a participant in the Nonsite Collective and a curator for the SEGUE reading series. His criticism and poetry have been published widely in BOMB, PAJ: performance + art, Modern Painters, The Brooklyn Rail, and at the Poetry Foundation's Harriet blog. Currently he is working on a book of essay, reviews, and statements, Sovereignty and US: Critical Objects 2005-2010, and on the Project for an Archive of the Future Anterior (with Sreshta Rit Premnath). His seventh book of poetry, The Hole, is forthcoming with Displaced Press this autumn. Donovan teaches at School of Visual Arts and Bard College and holds a PH.D. in English literature from SUNY-Buffalo.