As the radical leveler, counter to hypotactic thought: all orchestration of cognition vs. perception vs. emotion tired, collapsing in sliding equivalences of attention: As in Leslie Scalapino's poetic, the freighters, dead bums, president, and man with dyed blonde hair in new wave pants occupying the same order of slot, same weight in the obsessive constellation, gyred and gyred as in the plunging movements of a dance,

Or the other voice allowable within this confinement of hierarchies, Oppen's, in the unmanageable pantheon, palliate.