Jan 31, 2015 | Uncategorized
177.
Tongue the flute lower there is a
deeper music
indefatigably mental a fiddle golf
cart in Judæa
all I have are Promised Lands
spent this life writing down the wind
spread on the lawn to welcome godly
showers
hear the copter see only cloud how
white clouds roar
indecisive moment the taste of glass
the great gate of Kiyiv never opens
never closes
a gate is a man standing in the
desert
Stonehenge is a ring of girls around
a message
they said a storm is coming love gets
lost in theory
revolutions are ninety-nine percent
revenge.
178.
Swimming in rain the lightning swims
with you
we still don’t know what it is this electric
thing
hydrangeas struck by lightning
reading Montaigne in the park
one fugue for a thousand voices
ghosts at midday the darkest time of
soul
wait for the re-entrance of the theme
the bay of Naples
dark as I am don’t confuse me with
the dark
look at the sea through a man with an
old straw hat
the sea you say is not the same sea
or we were tortured by our
differences
I’ve been seeing ghosts all day
a ghost is a man without a man.
Jan 30, 2015 | Uncategorized
175.
Everything over the sheen belongs to
me
schön shiny things are fair to be
privilege of silver your own moon in
the sky
a body lingers telling time away from
me
the belt of storms marks out the
parallax of lust
is it you or is it me stand witness for the light
hydrogen and helium burn to make us
see
or is there a light that comes before
the sun
come and come again disorder ferries
me to you
through the window a warrior dying on
the beach
once we were Vikings now we are
stones
the oldest dream you ever had becomes
your life.
176.
Some texts only dare to read by day
David’s harp strings cut for the sake
of the song
how should an old man dance before
the Ark
to what old music Biber Schubert
Karamanov
body’s an embarrassment in church
folly to the Greeks dance with your
tongue
till the song goes to sleep along the
spine
why does sun on the sea smell like
toast
the word remember is like roasted
meat
when there is nothing left but to
recall
call again and hope they hear you but
who
when you meant me what name did you
actually say?
Jan 29, 2015 | Uncategorized
173.
The rule is so simple make people
happy
the method is harder live for the
other
the gods come only when they’re
needed
as that girl he thought he knew once
came along and guided Dante to the
rose
but was she the same as the one who
knew
or never knew, you can’t tell by
looking
but the telling does no good till you
tell it
the breath you breathe out different
from what you breathe in
measure the difference in a world
full of commas
listen long enough and learn to tell
lies
don’t stand by your words walk behind
them all the way home.
174.
He’s getting smart it must be near
the end
he has no clue to what the house is
called
why does a castle need a name it has
a moat
all we need is difference did he say
all belief is make-believe
deus adest alteri drink from the well
the healing breath of other people no
help in same
stay far enough away so that they
still are other
the mess of mingling knows no edge
boundary is all, we’re bound to mark
mark we honor by transgressing
travel far by staying home.
Jan 28, 2015 | Uncategorized
171.
Rescuing forever from never I put the
writing in your hand
come back from the place that never
was
when the city deserts its gods flee
to the fields
in the woods gods won’t leave you
alone, you pray by breathing
and even so you have to write it down
this is your sole commandment listen
and repeat
because the word you hear changes in
you to the word you say
and only you can say it world without
end amen
but the Mass your body is is always
beginning
your body is praying all the time
knows more about the gods than
Socrates
if you don’t know the answer no one
does.
172.
Be careful of numbers that come into
your head
light-filled windows of an empty
house
listening is filling a terra cotta
jug with water from a slow fountain
listening is walking down a street
you never saw
walk the grass between the sidewalk
and the curb
to be in the between is to be born
again
any tween space is the primal cave
the folk you see around you are
bisons on the wall
every salesman a highpriest grammar a
wizard’s spell
the witches love you and the birds
are all machines
you wind up the engine with your
first breath
keep breathing or all the lights go
out.
Jan 27, 2015 | Uncategorized
169.
I think I counted wrong I’m not the
only one
there is a wolf beside me and a
kingbird in the tree
beast and bird and me together can’t
know as much as one woman can
call us all to bed and see what
happens then
the Irish poets worked for pay the
pay was praise
fat salmon in the cooking pot poetry
is war without an enemy
when ‘faith’ replaces cult the polis
is dead
the Greeks never had to believe
anything, they knew, they did
as Jung at the end said “I don’t have
to believe, I know”
faith cuts us apart from one another
believe nothing and do everything,
and conversely
both ways make wise, help the wind
blow, paideia.
170.
I’m never shy of naming elements
the things that were here for us
before we knew
so those are the colors of my
spectrum
those are the blocks I fiddle with
rousing to you impatient to stroll
road in shadow past a donkey in a
field
a hill up ahead but everyone speaks
French
and none of this was here before the
hill
so I will go to my mothers below the
hill
and live among the ferly folk as
though I were a man
and listen to their practice of sun
and moon
and learn enough to come back in a
hundred years and all for you.
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