May 20, 2007



I have no objectives, no system, no tendency, and no plan.

I have no speech, no tongue, no memory, and no realm.

Because nothing matters, I am consistent, committed, and excited.

I prefer the definite, the bounded, the repressed and the weak.

Not objectivity but neutrality of being.

Not spontaneity but panic.

For only seeing believes and only the body thinks.

For success is common to those who fail.

For the world’s beauty is fading because the world is fading.

For the best narrative is always oblique.

For thought only thinks it thinks—all has been foretold.

For without cruelty, there would be no beauty.

For kindness is always a little bit tragic.

For the mind’s progress is zig-zag and stabs at every tree.

For the best art makes things disappear.


—Paul Hoover


from Poems in Spanish (Omnidawn, 2005)


Posted by dwaber at May 20, 2007 01:37 PM