What indications carry you now?

after What We Do In Paris is Secret
(for A Lab on Fire by Dominique Ropion)

When your wild and scented dreams finish with an upward feeling
something which you should like, but is less than the sum of its parts
Secrets exceed a symphony of splendid repercussion
It’s impossible not to be deluded inside rich vanilla notes
Pink mischievous Turkish, lychee, bergamot
What causes a skindependence?
The first time (honestly) and oh, d’elsewhere?
You leave a vapor trail
What indications carry you now?
Manner, crémeux, declining, honeyed
These are the kinds of words
that make your heart unpack a weapon for a crime
Don’t look any further

[…and other under-the-radar luxuries / with its musky ambery slightly orris touch on skin / by the contrast between the fruity green rosy facet / just opened the funny bag and I like the smell (blind buy) / a perfect name for this perfume which is a pastry, a crime]

                       Horn chants
                       Do you need sheet music to whistle “don’t’ you love me?”
                       Let’s have a know-nothing party
                       We are an art family
                       Theme?  How knowledge knows how things work
                       How did the west get its shape?
                       How does debt affect your nervous system?

Lovely floral gourmand scent
which is a more understated variation on Loukhoum
More cakey, less rosy
For this kind of money, I expect a fragrance to last
Do not believe the hype. Don't let it influence you
But then.... there it was
After a couple hours, the typical overly-marketed top notes fade
and it dries down into this honey-sexied-spicyness
curiously similar to Putain des Palaces

                       The northern lights form out of decisions that look like E Flat
                       The notes pictured above are all on piano
                       I was baptized and recorded                       
                       The notes wrapped in some chunky cashmere
                       Trenches filled with cottage scandals
                       Constellations of lyrics and chords
                       Scales in a slender and slow Spanish
                       the scent of someday

[What is it that creates comfort? When we are young it is our favorite blanket or stuffed animal /  As we mature the things that comfort us become... / Dominique Ropion is considered by some to be the most technically advanced perfumer of all time / I'm in Paris for six months and would like to discover the hidden part of the town / We went to the very end of the Passage to a hole in the wall that was last]

                       A true breeding red flowered, a redpigment cyanidin
                       Some cowgirls feel like rain                       
                       Slinkies live completely by reason
                       A nettled summary in performative objects
                       Why are some perfumes darker?
                       Gardenia oils, samples and bottles

Some way of dreaming an entering note
is read are known
The you in a monster is not made
When time is a little something that is ended by moving something else up
A secret symphony of forced echoes exceed the making
An abundance attached to functionality
harmful Turkish musks, ambergris and pink
an impossible lychee not to be puzzled over
Bring an independence that you do not have to explain
As for us, starting from our skin, it’s impossible to maintain place
Method, creamy, honeyed in decrease
When kind ones are thinking of a kind of word that can plug your center
one that you do not have to see:
maybe lychee, or Turkish, or pink gasoline

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                       She reads eggs, a rubric detective
                       Some stars on earth, some mushrooms, some crosswords
                       Something almost said moves inside her first
                       Almost being said
                       Something awful about a borrowed truck
                       a dance in awful nightside torrents
                       Yellow squash, dusk flowers inside her grey desk
                       Even your flowers complain

I can't seem to get over it
It haunts me
the perfect amount of spice with a trail of vanilla
So now I'm crazy over this marvelous perfume
that I wasn't too enthralled with in the beginning
Goodbye $110
I was prepared to love this one more than I did

                       Wildtangent, brandied dreams, shootouts
                       A heart filled with sumac, cloudrose resin
                       Daylilies dream next to their hostas
                       Daphne, drawer liners, dragonskies
                       Cranberry colored lyrics will burn you down
                       You wake up with cuts, stabbing injuries, alligators
                       But doctor, I’m a cheerleader, I’m a rocket, I hate pink chugging

[See 256 traveler reviews, 108 candid photos, and ...  / The staff didn’t really need to do much as we were out first thing and not back till late / +Show map of 2 Rue de Parme, 75009 Paris, France / The perfect cuddly rice scent]

                       Endless flight paths, seven feet of Sunday mass
                       Do you smell smoke when there is none?
                       Do you often smell things that aren’t there?
                       Tumors, burnt toast, salt
                       Do you smell like iron after it’s been left outside?
                       Fish disease, vinegar, anti-freeze?  Maple syrup?
                       The planet shakes

The wild dream of coming notes
Scents read to your frank, uneducated parts
The total quantity, sometimes a little something that shifts
in a Paris-ed secret, a symphony of compelling  echoes
Where concerns with the real are exceeded
(it should be forming!  It is enthusiastic!)
or a vanilla functionality attaches  to soft impossible notes:
harmful Turkish ones, musks
Amber (plentifully available) and pink lychee confuse bergamot
You must not explain your (in)dependences
How can we drive ourselves from our skins?
What kind of word can clog your center?
Bergamotte, lychee, Turkish and tonka, gasoline and tolu

[Need to decide what to see and do during your stay in Paris? / Not to worry, we've done much of the groundwork for you / Just check out our at-a-glance guide / Day two gives a glimpse of an edgier, more secret Paris and includes the extra-uber-ultra-niche-and-divine]

                       Fat kids love their cake sayings
                       Like a fan belt in the poem of a Barbie
                       or a math fraction game with a cat
                       Pumpkin stencils and lambs
                       scrubber extractor, smoke and dust procedures
                       Measure this with a stopwatch
                       What is something you would shout beginning with the letter k?
                       Or p?
                       What is something you should never leave unlocked?  This
                       You should have kissed me

A pale imitation of Chergui
Every time I wear it I am surprised again
Honey is not an overwhelming note
but just adds a floral nectar
It's like some amazing floral hybrid
where they managed a gourmand tone emanating
from a live, heady flower 

                       Shark saves man drifting at sea
                       Should we hyphenate over the longterm?
                       Should lovenox burn after injection?
                       Should we change the way we love and feel?  Should we be
                       Should you look at a Rauschenberg prior to surgery?
                       Should love be taken with food?
                       It’s easy to be unconditional
                       But does it float?

[It makes me pine for Sundays in Paris, when the city retreats into its secret corners and everyone manufactures their own sadness / But if you're new to Paris or simply passing through, Sundays can often beg the question: now what do we do?]

                       Do you scratch your face hello?
                       Don’t trust the B in Apt. 23
                       Don’t smoke in bed before Christmas
                       Don’t something
                       Pressed and fragile levitation homes
                       A less than greater symbol would be a perfect actress
                       a prison ministry’s least angel

A wildness enters the dream in some fragrant way
A scented material notes you on its acknowledgements page
What terminates a likely shift?
The elements of our free compulsions
are like echoed secrets
a symphony of true care surpassed
Is form ever truly warm-hearted?
Tonka enclosed by its own functions
The honey is a result of soft and harmful notes
How to repel our skin for us, when we are not honestly possible?
Method, butterfat, happy
A kind-hearted word stops at your center and you can’t look at it

[Their mission is still shrouded in much mystery / You might expect some esoteric little niche scent that will horrify your co-workers / Thirty years ago, in the dead of night, a group of six Parisians and eight restorers built their own secret workshop in a storeroom, which they wired for… / “Everything they do is very intense” / They thought: What else could we do?]

                       The stimulation ignoring effect, there are serpents in my hands
                       The sum of two consecutive integers and their wines
                       Your interior angles, all fears square in geometric series
                       The year’s digits, their thrills
                       I have lost the definition of time
                       Eigenvalues are positive:
                       lacefront, possessive, potent, distribution considered logistics
                       white lawn fluids, wheat plant diagram
                       My name is a blue moon, a scientology
                       What words can I make with these letters
                       that also echo in the cheap seats?

So spectacular and radiant, it was instant love for me
Wonderful stuff, just not my style
except- yeah, this would be a mighty fine scent
for doing "secret stuff" in Paris

                       We are never getting back together
                       We heart it
                       We don’t have to take our clothes off
                       Cows listen to metal roof complaints
                       Do your invitations include accruals?
                       Do it yourself pest control, do it yourself divorce
                       Do inversion tables work?

[Everything is open in the winter and we would have lots to do / The trip stayed a great secret /  Christmas came / What would you do if you knew all of the things we knew / Would you stand up and profit? / All in secret so the public never thinks to stop it / The Illuminati triple sixes it all]

                       Pittsburgh in the past tense
                       in pace requiescat
                       in paradisum
                       in particular
                       in pari delicto affirmative defense
                       Illinois weeds burn for nine days
                       It’s always a good idea to carry a pillow(book)
                       September sinks in beautiful sleeping respect
                       a slender math
                       Her sea salts were contagious
                       Her secrets were canceled
                       secret 7 catfish punch bait
                       Nouns whisper, their clank worth buying

A wild vain hope for all fragrant materials
to read you until real care surpasses
You cannot honestly explain your dependences
when they are enclosed in vanilla
Young fat molecular shapes
makes looking possible

[Why should I do something as reckless as buying a “secret” hotel? / Just as soon as we got home, I grabbed a pair of blunt scissors / We meet at 2pm outside the Pont de Saint Cloud metro station (Line 10) / along a scalloped edge, an embroidered overlay / These are the secrets / We know—we were there at Charles de Gaulle to open her cage and see her]

                       Palos verdes, gorgonian soft coral sea fan
                       A fabric-ed amphitheater, green synonyms, amputatedlyrics
                       Shiny things, shower curtains, strands, spelling
                       sundresses, girl names, a sympathy of messages
                       A symphony of prairies and math
                       goddesses, destruction and mountains
                       Idioms illuminated from within, their Christmas lights
                       their inferior social status

Lightness and cohesion
Not high pitched or screechy
The honey stays on my skin
but never renders it into a pastry
Name (if we talk about Paris and secrets you can count me in!)
or the nose - Dominique Ropion - the genius who gave us:
Carnal Flower
Lalique (Le Parfum)

                       Tactical supernatural learning, it’s just your lunch
                       It’s not easy being a bunny
                       Thoughts about printable rhythms
                       This message has been forwarded
                       its counts, beats, values, frequencies, names
                       and there were no valleys to shake
                       You always leave notes lying around
                       And that’s why I pray to your beautiful facts
                       that your facts become beautiful
                       An episodic haunting, their thinking games
                       What to do with your body, under your skin?
                       Your earlobes like quotes

[So, all we can pry out of their hands is,"Love is fresh” / We are the counterpoint to an era where everything is slow and complicated / I do not wish to be a "secret society," he insists /
What we do is secret  / titan radio myelin sheaths dead man's bones swimsuit the crabs la font british sea power]

                       What are some hard things to say when you’re drunk?
                       While drunk, with play doh, with a girl
                       Are you Sinatra or Sophocles?
                       Your internal angles total 720 degrees
                       It’s impossible to please Elvis now
                       Impossible nail through wood trick
                       The impossible novena

What is the smallest partial question of the total amount?
When sincerity is an intentional element
Paris exceeds our care in echoes
Consequence is confused with bergamot
Functions are enclosed by the impossible, the harmful
You cannot explain your dependence completely
There are sections of you that vapor forgot
This new fat form of perfumed materials
This amiable word it’s impossible for you to look at
Gasoline the color of rocks, rose
A scent that is soap appropriate

[18th Century Gold Boxes and Vanity Objects / 'Cultural guerrillas' cleared of lawbreaking over secret workshop / We see in them something of his modest, retiring nature; something of his ardent patriotism / But what was Chopin to do in Paris, now that he was there? / That last remark lets us into the secret]

                       Not to be reproduced
                       not to be afraid of dogs
                       not to be missed in Manilla
                       not to ban armed drones
                       To build a fire
                       To be verbs
                       To be absent from the body
                       Lumbered and made luminous by sign language
                       I want to be lucky in Japanese
                       Use the word innocence in a sentence
                       Potato lake, daylight blooms between
                       the rich sweetness of melons
                       wine and heat and bread
                       shapewear, fretboard, condolence
                       a vanilla slipper chair

There are people who judge the package
because it is so plain and comes in an aluminum bag
that you must cut first to take out the bottle
It has a sweet sour facet (lychee is that you?)
Send me a sample of liquid night
which actually suits me more with the wood on top
and the sweet discreetly shimmering behind it

                       An icy frostinged sky
                       its patterns on sale
                       barefoot in ginger and nutmeg
                       thick liquids, sugar conversion, trivia
                       Does honey lighten your hair?
                       Tongue devils, their aphrodisiac qualities
                       The big blue house says good night
                       mud hens, toluene, monastery Nepal
                       You are a minor judge of
                       warm season grasses, the sensuality of cancers
                       Your Eskimo masks
                       The pig of god got up slowly and walked away
                       Place death considering art

[We got an evening pass to the Louvre on a Friday and there was a very secret meeting place where one could do one’s mistress / americanism, britain, britishism, orlando, wizards, revelry, sunset, sentimental, design, detroit, paris]

                       rose lychee vanilla spiced amber Chesapeake
                       lychee and rosewater martini
                       in your bergamot address book
                       disordered regulatory authority
                       doesn’t matter, had sex anyway
                       explicit ex-boyfriends living in attics
                       Explain this image
                       Explain it like I’m five, but with molecules
                       wrap your body, we all float down here
                       Keep this door locked
                       against secret wallpapered invitations
                       This awkward silence makes me crazy

There is a vain middleness to her wilds
the way she pastes herself to a perfume
Even the rocks are diligent and sincere with an internal grudge
Facts eventually wear out
What exactly pastes perfume to culture?
Silence is a partial displacement
Which thing writes the duty of an ingredient?
Paris exceeds its own covert echoes, its symphonies, its shape
A confusion of selfishness encloses her in its amber
The result of a lychee-ed attention from a rose rich man
Soft vanillas function within their harms

[We fetch it from our neighbor's / We kindle it at home / We communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all (1733-06-20), from Oeuvres Complètes de Voltaire: Correspondance [Garnier frères, Paris, 1880] / Use, do not abuse; the wise man arrange things so / The secret of being a bore is to tell everything]

                       The sun lyrics the world
                       Origin and yet destination
                       Our hands, our end, our kitchen
                       From our shower to yours in proper English
                       Our solar system, our skinny, our skeleton
                       Our sky grows thicker when it snows
                       Her tissues kept us warm
                       Whelps, lidocaine, needle, flare

I for real had a man ask me, "Did you just walk behind me?"
 said "yes" and he said, " I wasn't sure
I just felt this light breeze and the most amazing smell all at the same time"
Please God show me where that smell is coming from
She will steal your loyalty
It became dusty and plasticky
and disappeared from my skin too quickly
Powder cloud

                       Dying on meth, cooking fish, losing weight, struck by lightening
                       Where’s my refund, Chuck Norris?
                       Where’s my water?  My wheat belly?
                       Where are my Hebrew and English wheels?
                       When will Excedrin be back on the shelves?
                       When we say “You’re killing me”
                       When we say “something gives me energy”
                       When we say “an appliance uses up electricity”
                       When we first find someone whose weirdness falls into lyrics
                       I had no idea your chords kissed
                       A first sampled honesty

[WHAT WE DO IS SECRET. ... DEATH CRASH; EXCLUSIVE / Car's performance largely remains a secret, yet we do know that there will be the 2013 Lotus Minicar concept first at the 2010 Paris Motor Show]

                       Horses, honor codes, openness
                       Of clay we are created full text
                       She glows like a lottery
                       Which one is pink?
                       I need an orange juice can
                       Piano sheet music killers
                       I am lyrics in Spanish, in dresses                       
                       The blue sky way in, I are, I am

An impossible transformation, a suitable freezing
Your dependence repulsed from the skin
skin from that thing-field
This, and then head-turning
from the profiles of these vapor people
Sometimes method will forget its own facts
they wear out into a new fat shape
The happy abandonment of procedure decreased it
The materials paste people to their perfume, like seasonal directions

[A dream project for pedestrians, with endless secrets hidden away from all the wonderful clichés / A hidden “ feve” (enamel or plastic ornament) is baked inside / Get yourself invited to a secret dinner party / The palace we know today was largely designed under the reign of Louis XIV: the two splendid wings of the Cour]

                       It sucks to have subzero as a roommate
                       A swell of apparel, a museum tab
                       What does it mean when your hand itches?
                       What does it mean if you dream the devil bites you?
                       Whisper reviews wrapped in cosmetics
                       She feels him close to furious
                       Her hair grows faster and the ink on her crosswords
                       falls off the page
                       A styrofoam horseman costume
                       A concussion displays the harmonies of Seven Up
                       An exorcist, a swallowing strategy
                       Hall of fame mood quotes
                       Arsenic was discovered and ink that you can only see with glasses

The faint smell of smoke, flowers, the river
and faint smells of food, green, the streets, and the scent of skin
Don't let the utilitarian packaging fool you, this is a perfume for a siren
This one is all push-up bra, garter belts, and leather over-the-knee boots
C'est un vin chaud en hiver
I'm having a little love affair with Dominique (or rather, his creations)
I lived for a time in India, and a mix of
sandalwood, rose, lychee, vanilla and honey may be just as likely to remind me of the smell outside an Indian confectioner’s shop as of anything else
Tolu is my Kryptonite

                       Hindered prayers, you’ve been copied from a webpage
                       You’re leaving poetry all around you
                       A Las Vegas rape scene, or the scene of an accident
                       Your narcissist legacy
                       A very old horse with enormous wings
                       A vapor is a state of matter that is also a vampire story
                       Trail of tears motorcycle ride                       
                       Rocket god injections, I’m a cheerleader in Spanish
                       injections gone bad
                       Use “but in the end it doesn’t really matter”
                       at the beginning of a sentence

[Opacity (Keeps upside, transfers downside to others, long a hidden option) /  I vividly remember my long afternoon walks in the park du Luxembourg in the Latin Quarter in Paris, as I used to live across from it]

                       A token infinite
                       Dreams may come in the shape of sportive tricks
                       Blood and dogs in theaters now
                       In the wakefulness of bikini lyrics
                       Plasticville pleases you
                       You are a touch museum
                       Your relevant experience of putting up peaches
                       What to do
                       What happened
                       What there is to complain about
                       You eschew, you think
                       You’re sipping on after, doveheart
                       What do your shoes say about you?
                       You’re wearing your skin like it’s too tight
                       Cardigans out of lyrics
                       Nothing but paint
                       Nothing but an apron
                       No makeup, no socks

We are diligent and sincere in our resentments toward
dreaming and vanity and materiality
Silence disappears and is replaced by a question
The symphony which makes Paris echo is secret
True care takes place
The lychee-ed rich man, his pink results
You when us (not honestly)
Dependence pushes into your skin
the skin a field that doesn’t properly explain possibility
A man adopts a principal reference, his profile is vaporous
his concessioned methods carried outside, but explained
New gross forms happy in their own procedures
Soft words impossible for you to see
like a provisioning musk

[In her family, “secret” is distinguished from “private” / Some guides don’t reveal some information because it is wise and caring not to do so / The older we are the more secrets we are given to refuse / We are idolaters of the Old / We do not believe in the riches of the soul, in its proper eternity / Long range—we do not want 800,000,000 living in angry isolation]

                       Decapitated bodies in Mexico
                       Decadent Hollywood poems
                       She is a wine extractor, an almond paint color
                       She is feathered with apples
                       Symbols in an envious darkness
                       Sedimentation sewed onto her seizures
                       Sensual individuation
                       The days were short, and he spoke with his ukulele
                       If these angles were not supplementary
                       Winter Sundays do not learn from history
                       from some saggy private animal parts

Already, you may be speculating that this is the smell of lust, or perhaps fear?
Combine that with a bottle that’s 'too cool for school'
and you have a yourself a cult following
About three hours after application it occurred to me that
I was reminded of (YSL) cinema
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas"

                       Make worksheets for the stars that are most interesting to you
                       Pearls, broken droids
                       Are you interested?
                       Are the kidneys inferior to the lungs?  The liver?
                       Some friends turn into books
                       the kind of wind in India
                       her blue yoga memory quilt, gun crosswords

[It was far too much to say openly: the secret of alchemy, and of science / in its nervousness and care / It’s more than I'd like to admit / We gingerly stepped down between the rails just off the end of a platform wondering what madness had possessed us to do so / Mint 1960's sprague unit, found hidden in the Paris Metro]        

                       What kind of words start with “y”?
                       Sentences find illusions
                       Words to describe someone, that mean love, that describe
                       that mean “nicely dressed”
                       What words end in J?
                       You sound smart
                       You sound intelligent
                       A man falls in love
                       People buy
                       You look thinner when you sleep
                       Your heart might lead you to an empty room
                       The muscles in your body function as a race at night for no
                       You carry your wife out of a fire
                       and look archaic

Are dreams a wasteful medium?
Do they have certain specifications?
Note that perfume is acquired like culture

[If we had it to do over again, all four of us would do it differently / He died at Paris, France, on Oct 17, 1849, after a 10-year battle / The earliest work to display Chopinesque figurations as we know them today is the language set into the pages of a little journal that he kept secret to the end of his life]

                       You didn’t build my sunshine
                       Darkness is not your ally
                       There is beauty still left in the numbers between 1 and 10
                       Think of a product you would not purchase
                       Pelvic bones are a kind of revolution
                       A person holds a bag filled with teeth
                       and yawns a perfunctory clockwork yawn

The honey adds a nice touch
but never does this perfume approach the brilliance of Ropion's
I've passed this on to my youngest daughter
She sprays it on her pillow at night
which is brilliant because you see she's asleep before she realizes
this whisper of a potion has all but vanished!
I never want to be without. Ever

                       She smells like creamy apricots
                       Coconut, roses, bain de soleil, cotton candy
                       Smells that please everyone like soap or bedrooms
                       Her cell phone number was made out of beach glass
                       Locust tree facts lounge
                       in their cream blush petal candy

[Oh, the things Paris will do to a girl's morals, her broken hearted tangos / My God, I would never do anything to encourage Saigon not to come to the table / Most Parisians don't have huge closets / Always having secret fun, he died]

                       Publish your heart
                       and its heliotropisms
                       its architecture of memory flowers
                       in toluene, milk foam






[Anne Gorrick is a poet and visual artist who lives in West Park, New York. She is the author of I-Formation (Book 2) (Shearsman Books, Bristol, UK, 2012), I-Formation (Book 1) (Shearsman, 2010), and Kyotologic (Shearsman, 2008).  She has collaborated with artist Cynthia Winika to produce a limited edition artists’ book, “Swans, the ice,” she said, funded by the Women’s Studio Workshop in Rosendale, NY and the New York Foundation for the Arts.  She has also done extensive collaborations with artist and architect Scott Helmes and poet John Bloomberg-Rissman.  She is co-editing with Sam Truitt an anthology of adventurous poetry from New York’s Hudson Valley called: In|Filtration: A Hudson Valley Salt Line (Station Hill, Barrytown, NY, 2014). She curates the reading series Cadmium Text, which focuses on innovative writing from in and around New York’s Hudson Valley (www.cadmiumtextseries.blogspot.com), and she co-curates the electronic poetry journal Peep/Show with poet Lynn Behrendt (www.peepshowpoetry.blogspot.com), a “taxonomic exercise in textual and visual seriality.” Images of her visual art can be found here: http://theropedanceraccompaniesherself.blogspot.com/]

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