Monera Mason is a mischief-maker.  Her work includes: starting questionable cults with notorious software gurus, writing abstract fiction, catalyzing shenanigans which she deploys on unsuspecting bystanders in the City of Neon. 

On Haas' Meditation at Lagunitas.

I fell deeply in love with the Haas poem, which unlike the others I had not encountered before. 

I love how it speaks to a poetic death of images in favor of the postmodern idea of signifiers. That idea that the world is so subjective that we can't map the word blackberry to a single image that all readers would all agree upon. There is a certain nihilism in this approach that he, and the thin wire of grief in his friend, are lamenting by saying that each word is an elegy. The poet wants to communicate, his soul to be understood. So he brings us to the age-old subject of a woman he once loved. Then, Haas turns it up on images and gives us some clean examples. My mind loves the image of her hands breaking bread. I can imagine him behind her hugging her as she prepares a Panzanella tearing bits of a loaf. His face, in youthful enthusiasm nestled in her neck, and he captures that moment in his mind forever. Breathing in the scent of her. Of course, none of that is there in the text and thus the words dissolve into what is the signifier and the signified. Did my understanding map with the sign of Haas' image? Probably not, but did it capture the spirit of longing that seems apparent? Does poetics need linguistics in order to reach across the generations and find new readers? I think his answer is in the defiant ending of the triune blackberry.