can you feel it
coming down
raindrops
breaking on the ground
can you
hold it steady
catch
breakdowns
swallow
get the rundown
sundown sailing
away
Friday, April 22, 2016
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
parenthetical personality
(parenthetical personality)
close yourself in
stay solitary
get on the balcony
get thee to a library
get thee to a galley
get comfortable
on the boundary
lock away
(parenthetical personality)
close yourself in
stay solitary
get on the balcony
get thee to a library
get thee to a galley
get comfortable
on the boundary
lock away
(parenthetical personality)
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
phonological refraction
poet heating connections
illuminations between
perceptions, reflections,
and what it means to mean
anything at all
poetry finding connections
in rhythm and sound
as meter and rhyme
as liters of lime
as greeters of grime
as cheaters of time
suddenly connecting
citrus resurrecting
nonsensicalifork in the road
encrypt the code
select your mode,
on we go
illuminations between
perceptions, reflections,
and what it means to mean
anything at all
poetry finding connections
in rhythm and sound
as meter and rhyme
as liters of lime
as greeters of grime
as cheaters of time
suddenly connecting
citrus resurrecting
nonsensicalifork in the road
encrypt the code
select your mode,
on we go
fricative fractaling
fractals
fracturing borderlines
crumbling into
absences
sturdy
makes
meaningless fragility
combusting at the seams
meanwhile, jars on hilltops
define surroundings
(back to you)
Sunday, April 10, 2016
impressions, expressions
express
impress
press to shape
the clay of concept
expression
impression
(pressure for precision, for appreciation, for preciousness)
defied cameras
expressionism
( )
remembered the war
breathe in; out
swing into the abstract
let me get that fire back
equilibrium
to entropy
don't you not come back to me
outward floating
impress
press to shape
the clay of concept
expression
impression
(pressure for precision, for appreciation, for preciousness)
defied cameras
expressionism
( )
remembered the war
breathe in; out
swing into the abstract
let me get that fire back
equilibrium
to entropy
don't you not come back to me
outward floating
Saturday, April 9, 2016
a matter of time
I.
i have the strength of time within me
i have mountains, quiet valleys
within me
the way we are made of matter
we are made of time
II.
time: relative
IV.
i cannot see my eye
V.
branching, quaking,
squirming, shaking,
becoming
what is the all?
VI.
time passes
you have mountains in you
----
Footnotes:
The image of hills in me comes from Jesse Stuart's Man with a Bull-Tongue Plow, sonnet 47 (1934).
The "Lady of Permutations" is from Dante's Inferno, Canto VII. I like John Ciardi's translation.
The images of the wildflowers and grains of sand are from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence."
i have the strength of time within me
i have mountains, quiet valleys
within me
the way we are made of matter
we are made of time
II.
time: relative
mathematicians theorize
one or two dozen dimensions
how limited our perspectives
how are limits
in/beyond linearity?
i wouldn't call this certainty
III.
wildflowers
grains of sand
all the future happened
already exists
how are limits
in/beyond linearity?
i wouldn't call this certainty
III.
wildflowers
grains of sand
all the future happened
already exists
all that existed
exists
IV.
i cannot see my eye
cannot see the self
cannot see itself
cannot see itself
V.
branching, quaking,
squirming, shaking,
becoming
what is the all?
the piece of totality asks itself
the lady of permutations
changing textures
as food becomes the body
becomes conscious,
as food becomes the body
becomes conscious,
what are the boundaries of change?
what of change?
in what time?
what of change?
in what time?
VI.
time passes
bodies pass
relative to other bodies
all the same thing
zoom out
time lapse
same thing
VII.
mountains crumbling, rising sea,
silt layering, eroding
VII.
mountains crumbling, rising sea,
silt layering, eroding
churning matter through
you have mountains in you
----
Footnotes:
The image of hills in me comes from Jesse Stuart's Man with a Bull-Tongue Plow, sonnet 47 (1934).
The "Lady of Permutations" is from Dante's Inferno, Canto VII. I like John Ciardi's translation.
The images of the wildflowers and grains of sand are from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence."
Friday, April 1, 2016
Swan Songs
Sing our songs
Wring our wrongs
Wring our wrongs
Ring the gong
Among the long, the stung,
the strong of lung:
the strong of lung:
swan songs--
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