car men dog the step of every class
softly swear under alphabet that blasts
the book of nature, the rest--harder to read--
allows itself to be bought or consumed on the spot
car men dig the slip, more than a few trips
spare the detour, forbidden any thought about
instrumentality's jealous use, mimicry and verdict
which fall overhead, over the market, darker
car men draw arms, say, young fellows for the most part
no affinity whatsoever with methods of reproduction
different strokes for different...like knots of hair
much less difficult to miss netless hoop which seems higher
to the thrower squeezed hardest by phony license
to trim down language, something that clamors at birth
car men draw blood along the way there lies a pit
Chris Tysh's performative texts, her transformative theater oeuvre, her splendid plays of poetry that lift off the page into the reader's desirous voicing and machine...all these are one and the same in IN THE NAME...I would recommend to any performers interested in end of century subversions that they use these works as launchings.
- Carla Harryman