P. INMAN


from OCKER




      debris clud


 
                       (sbrim
             	 m,nce



              (nome,id



                       (armbjor,



     (droit,cur.

There are pleasant alliterations in it: debris/(sbrim (with "armbjor" a partial continuation), cud/cur and debris/droit. Note, too, the r- and m-consonances, and the short-i-assonance.

In something as infraverbal as this, one ought to pick up on such things as the suggestion by "nome" of "no me." Next to "id," a strong (emotional) me, but also "i.d." A loose identity, or sense of identity, in a loose text. For me, this builds the skyscape I interpret the passage as into a full-scale juxtaphor (or implicit metaphor) for drift, pleasurable drift. "nce" supports the latter (as a mere abbreviation of "nice"). But it also says, "once," to individuate the scene or mood all the more special. I don't know the full poem this passage is from, but now think of "OCKER" as a kind of storage device for memories. It is failing, just as all the words here that are missing parts, are. A falling apart, a drift of near-nothingnesses, yet something brimming with adroit occurrence.

Visually, it effectively designed, too, especially at its end with "(droit,cur" distortedly mirroring "debris clud."