MUSE : POLYTROPE Poem by Barbara Köhler

Tell me o muse who ES is what ER who HomER & why
IT's so important & to know IT tell me who DU are
what ICH is tell me YOU I ask myself say if I say
ICH's mine ER's his ‘n' HER's off course would I
have gone off my head is the question I'm asking
myself am I off course muse tell me. Me tell muse
who says that HomER was ER was a SIE was THEY not
a one was a plural if HE is am I then muse so tell
me: his: words for: me tell me: YOU SPIRITS: THAT
TEND: ON MORTAL: THOUGHTS: UNSEX ME: HERE. Tell m

aye tell her muse that I saw SIE I call THEM muses
in mirrors that they look out at me I at them the
image coming towards me I call "I" call SIE o see
THOUGHTS UNSEX YOU MORTAL SPIRITS THAT TEND ON ME
HERE & hear & they're all SEIN all HIS what's mine
& yours not his is notBEING is being notOne being
mine&yours that togetherness shared reciprocal im
proper in which WE are: no image nor reproduction
of bodies an imagined space the AREALE isn't that
memory isn't IT her daughters that sing. Tell me m

nemo tell me -technics say verse & say line machine
say READ ONLY MEMORY & forgeddit forget this langu
age as one as the one he has mastered PRESS UNDO &
HOLD ON write this one language let that be muse A
MUSED MUSE A AMUSED MUSE one out-of-step springing
lolloping flolloping ringing & dancing we spoke me
& you like me who I speak with differently & to me
muse. say to me: muse. say to you me us muses plura
la belle elle la plurielle immortelle no simple de
finition not one single wave in my double position