Heikki Huotari

The Interval Of Confidence 41

As on an equinox the ad hoc ethicist discredits some and credits others so before I crossed some Goldilocks zone I would look, if I were you, both ways. Put pivot, somersault and cartwheel in a cage together, neither will they end up enemies nor will one bite the other's tail. Does Goldilocks say that it is just right because it is just right or is it just right because Goldilocks says so. Of once and future value, Friday's child is nominated twice, i.e., posterity prioritizes Friday's child. I'm thinking that whoever is opposed should pay and praying that they pay and pay. As three amoral men describe an act of charity, each featuring an incidental aspect, Jack Sprat lacks imagination so Jack Sprat may not see how it could be otherwise. Jack Sprat is safe, for now, from cosmic rays.

The Interval Of Confidence 42

Doorstop, paperweight, projectile or four horsemen, call them information's blessing, call them obstacles or call them what cacophony is missing minus five. If an identity is an identity that differs from the one assigned you're not the future I foresaw. In my society the actors are more rational than that. You might be the imagination to which nothing has been left. You might not know that in your absence time elapses. It might have been otherwise. You're not the indiscretion I abjured. The phantom hand is quicker than the ocular prosthesis. After Doppler shifting once one neither suffers slings and arrows nor takes arms. There's no place like the institution to which one is voluntarily confined. As I'm not privy to their thoughts I wonder who or what is Goldilocks assessing or approving now and like I did last summer I may balance only when I dance.

The Interval Of Confidence 43

An unknown angle was subtended as an unknown time elapsed. Because one butterfly had good intentions all had plausible deniability. The neck bone was connected to the ankle bone. The rate of change of cake was equal to the altitude of cake. All silhouettes were those of Abraham and had a top hat or no silhouette was that of Abraham and had a top hat. Now if you're a robot you'll disclose that you're a robot, it's the law. What's a pristine statistic like you doing in a data-base like this. Because they only thought outside the box, the huddled masses had no answer and the whereabouts of the person of interest was unknown. What was absurd was bread and butter and what is absurd is my bread and my butter. It cost more to make this template than this template's worth.

The Interval Of Confidence 44

I regret when asked to dance that I have but one soul to offer. On an isthmus or an archipelago all my desires align. I'm moving smoothly to the tune of truth. Approaching the Big Crunch, my every blessing is of infinitely large intensity and infinitely small duration. No scintilla but of bliss, I've levitated like that, why should I not levitate like that again. I'll never get the golden rule wrong if I go with what the new new covenant condones. Concatenated as by accident, by highway bypass or by less than perfect plan, I'll only use what was available to the ancient Egyptians. As an anvil floats in mercury, I'll have the self-awareness of a saint. One water table per tectonic plate, as reward matches sacrifice I'll forego seven blessings while awaiting eight.

The Interval Of Confidence 45

Come out extinct species with your tiny hands up as the altruists have you surrounded and the panelists have registered their preconditions. Passing at an angle through a marathon or marching band I'm looking through an astral body's eyes. The red wheelbarrow is ex nihilo so the surmise. If William Blake's inchoate rage attributes agency to symmetry, Nocturnal and Arboreal you're both right, it's a bird, a plane, a man, a clown. Believers cantilever freely. In the shadow of each minaret there are a million pilgrims. It seems that I'm stepping up but in fact everybody else is stepping down. If Nature doesn't hate but envies vacuums, behind every famous mustache there's a Mona Lisa, hence let anyone who has not sinned administer the oath. Let anyone who has not sinned administer the oath.

Heikki Huotari wrote their first poem the morning after the major died in the adjacent bed. Since retiring from academia/mathematics they've published more than 500 poems in literary journals, including Pleiades, Florida Review and The Journal, and in six chapbooks and six collections. They have won one book prize (Star 82 Press) and two chapbook prizes (Gambling The Aisle and Survision Press). Their Erdős number is two.