CLXXII.
March 20, 2013 § Leave a Comment
concave lines engineered
blinds, lampshade, vase
moth wings flutter
panicked, glass cell
hit! sputter, hit
refracted lamp-light alerts the call
the search
the warmth
CLXVIII.
March 5, 2013 § Leave a Comment
beneath asphalt roofing
lanterns beam
Out my window,
condensation flares orange
leafless, scraggly oak limbs tower
A white-blue mouth is crashing
down, around us
CLXVI.
February 7, 2013 § Leave a Comment
this morning, barren,
stark against retreating night
Without time-bearers, none could tell
Icy shadow swallows
what burns (streetlamp) what bears,
industrial match struck lit, tumbling
off, swallowed
Mighty hand-tree, roots-and-all, grapple dark
harness! live on
alongside old trunks, iron poles fixed slim, hanging
bright but dimmed
this morning, barren,
stark against retreating night
CLXIV.
January 28, 2013 § Leave a Comment
lightness, a memo
Calvino highlights cosmic irony, hilarity
from silent city, I read Italo
my friend naps elsewhere
nimble creature, eyes shut away
receded, withdrawn — in sleep, we meet
illuminated tales dreamt a peach tree, a hill — reserved
for us, resultant of longing
Moon, Waves, separate
natural ways, we gravitate
CXLIII.
November 18, 2012 § Leave a Comment
During the flight, Simon & Schuster’s World of Physics brought consolation; Weaver and Feynman affirmed my own life-mulling in the way that Fichte and Kant had this year previous–thank the Germans! Today, Blaise Pascal–thank the French! But these are only names, only heritages. Their words transcend them in the way that my own notes scribbled on airport receipts belong no more to me than anything else (do I “produce” these notes or, rather, discover them? And what is it I discover? That which lies dormant, breathing and waiting in nature.)
On the receipt acting as a page placeholder,
unlike the Greeks, I must form a concept of the nature of physical laws in the way that I have sought a relationship between the forces and structures of nature
no structure can exist without forces
the laws of nature which apply to a human apply to any celestial bodies as well
observation, reason, experiment
methods of understanding: control/isolate, deduction, approximation
CXLII.
November 17, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Confined, knees pinned against backseats stuffed with pamphlets:
emergency evacuation, vacation hotspots, celebrities — commercial fodder– high contrasts, candy colors
My forehead presses to the window; out, is a runway. The beast lifts, my belly lurches — in me is a collection of elements assembled by the terrestrial life shrinking beneath me
The beast wavers; I flutter
Up, rise, ascend — all great words, each unsuitable
–
Caught between the head of a stratus cloud and an overhang of wispy cirrus tendrils
we move smooth, a ship on fog water
Higher
we move unheeded, our mighty craft traversing white dunes
sand, water, air
does it matter? The blue much higher darkens black
bruised, the planet squirming in its womb
CXXXV.
November 3, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Watching films of stars receding and stars expiring
planets consumed
elements exhausted
matter compacted, clouds buzzing
It’s okay. Holding you, it’s okay.
CXXXI.
October 31, 2012 § Leave a Comment
It nags, pulls here; it is not the impulse to write but
you sleep; I write
is this not true? Or am I deceived?
Skin of my bones, my muscle, my egg-carton of organs (cook, crack, split them; they expire, they spoil; all it takes is time)
all it takes is time and these nights fade
you sleep; I write
there was a life here, was there not? Out here floating off is a boy
a balloon missing its weighted-piece –
not “decorum” because my inflated form does not belong up here
not “decorum” because the wind whipped it about, scuffed the plastic, wore-down the edges
faded; all fades as these nights are closing
in, around — I am deceived
you sleep
I write
CXXX.
October 29, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Each new entry is an apology for the last, each new word having healed what others damaged
/ steady washing, the forms of water rushing –
sleet, snow, rain –
rocks, even vulnerable to the slosh-and-cave of things –
things, how bland, how vague
/ words, how colorless, how white
/ soul, how empty, incalculable –
no amount of back-dashes, hyphens, colons, or markings will alleviate the dissatisfaction
no markings make pause for thought no markings make reason for cause
no justifying my means
nothing answers the call of the clouds
the great descent / the great ascent (of all things water)
as nothing answers the urge to write of it
/ it, how bland, colorless, incalculable, vague; how empty…Is this entry healing what I have irreparably damaged? Might the elements purge the page of it? Might the waters wash it from record?
/ might the fog in this head clear / time, how empty –
might “time” be the sole healer?
CXXIX.
October 28, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I sat here before
again, I wait for responses, replies, critiques, rejection
(many words to suit the effect, each ill-suited for it)
Eleven Few, do your worst.
Do unto me what my words deserve. Not a year has passed
I am here once more
(as I will until my writing-hand is cramped, eyes clouded, head-of-fog)
as I will until the flesh drips
as the rain does; out the window to my backside, dripping, dripping
as it has before
CXXVIII.
October 28, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Precipitation, drops hurtling, touching down at velocities, in droves, in numbers; globules of elements (just as All is)
as I am
inside, romanced–how storms trickle through tree limbs, gutters–
ringing on pavement, sliding downward, always downward
upward, someday
always upward, somewhere, the elements, you and I
CXXIV.
October 13, 2012 § Leave a Comment
I am typing from an unreachable space. Here, you are sealed off from the immediacy of the emotions coursing through my nerves, exacted by (oh, as I have referred to them as before) these interpreters made of bone and flesh and all that is invisible to me unless I were to peel these layers back until an emptiness revealed itself, until the void creeping into my thoughts as of late is revealed–
you should feel alienated by my words now. Good. It is best this way. The relationship we are forming is too knowable…You read; I live, I write; you read…How are you living? Well? Not-so-well?
If you are not familiar with this manner-speak, please, humble me by allowing yourself entry and entreat your mind to wander; do me this courtesy and I shall offer a heavily contemplated experience. I offer you honesty.
Here, you are sealed off from knowing me. You know the words. That is all I have anymore, really (do not mistaken this for pitiful remarks of Self.) It is true. The words say what my laughter and my new pair of shoes and my haircut and the artifacts on my shelves cannot.
CXXI.
August 26, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Another day on earth passed; that is, the rays that nurture life have passed on once more to aid the other some-billion thriving organisms.
To many, Neil Armstrong passed.
To me and few others, a Facebook debate ensued over the jail sentencing of a sex offender.
To some child, the night is still passing.
