Jan 12, 2015 | Uncategorized
147.
Ariel pretends Prospero’s his master
but no one rules that bright air eye
God’s Lion strange name for a little
bird
master of the island, human books
flutter useless
no magic and no science stilts his
liberty
to go and come and speak and ply his
appetite
humans rough or gentle are his toys
he teases them by seeming to comply
catch wind in a handkerchief palace
in your pocket
o I tried to rule those wizard wings
one time
all I got was flutter and flap all my
words dispersed
yet he brought me back my drownèd
book again.
148.
Eden syndrome the better the place
the more fear you’ll be cast out
fundamental neurosis of the
ecological moment
paranoid planet ruled by demons still
still we have to do something else
about it
something abstract something works
footsteps down some distant wooden
stairs
who comes to thrust us out we’re not
yet in
selves run out of self a damp fog
rolls in
bird feathers and no rain a song
instead
meteoric solitude hurrying through
emptiness
to be with you before you get to be
inconceivable meaningless such
energies so-called stars.
Jan 11, 2015 | Uncategorized
145.
One cloud in no sky
dying later sooner never
constant supervision of the real
humid means the air was breathed
before
mean room in empty touristy hotel
only believe what wind tells in that
other language
in brightest sunshine heard the child
forgets
Ghost Trio playing to the sunset
phrase
cart full of dead trees Atu XV
everything changes
oxygen found on Mars iron on earth
Blake in heaven
slowly adding and adding up to zero
the old couple next door suddenly
look like kids.
146.
And ate this flower Old Man Is Young
Again
I found it where the new snake left
it
on cool cement by the house door
agathodaimon
all the ceaseless gifts of living
things
to those of us who soil the air with
speaking
all our religions and dollar signs
and sighs
and these sweet people gave us bass
and fluke
to wind again the clock stopped when
the old man died
the song they sadded me with when I
was young
overwhelm me and be better each of us
one step
use me all the way up
the strangest things can break the
heart an empty room.
Jan 10, 2015 | Uncategorized
143.
Every work must be cosmology before biography
but the dinky little bits of life
come in too
I tell you you are you and what can
you contest
the lawn needs a shave it’s Sunday
and no bells
the mathematics of the wind mathom
is treasure
rises when the sea heats up long
after dawn
everything tends backwards witchcraft
was no religion
we knew the things before we knew the
knowers
now float rudderless paradise a lake
not a garden
a well ensouled by circumstance
the ash we find after a stranger’s
bonfire on the beach
the old lost word that once meant
god.
144.
Of course still worry about these
things
the wind wants in
wind carries in its lap the seeds of
sleep
mind in sleep renews its contract
with the earth
the dance we call dream, that
forgetting thing
there is no natural end to nature
hence all the busy carry up the hill
higher as if wiser so the sea forgets
us
brass doorknob warm from the sun
going in
how many times does a house get born
the sea’s ceaseless baptism of the
shore
and still we live in sin elves
without a hill.
Jan 9, 2015 | Uncategorized
141.
Mix the grains again for Psyche’s
pleasure
mess is comfort and the law-book torn
restore all the seeds to our original
chaos
don’t wander trying to set things
straight
things are right to begin with,
confusion is organic
this mess reminds me Psyche yields to
pleasure
always here and always now and always
elegant
maiden gypsies tend their stallions’
fetlocks
heel white runs right heel dark can’t
walk
o fall over lightly Kentucky dreamer
round heels
drink to soothe the seething a lie to
cure the truth
so much sun today I can almost see.
142.
A word is as wide as the will and
it’s all for you
the hedger at his trim the blackbird mum
no sound but peopleness menskr
all we bring
to the world is religion it does fine
without
trying to find the way there he found
a white lode
soft as clamshells of no use but
to witches
his satin armband her linen garter bind
the meaty parts of going or of
handling things
throb of artery renews appetite aloft
everything was right there the
chemistry the harpsichord
some Chinese whispers from Ernst Toch
she played me
the virgin queen with all my Tarot
cards.
Jan 8, 2015 | Uncategorized
137.
Open door frog croak man lifting
lumber
longer than I am this matter I uplift
subtended by substance the soul
unveils
the Middle Ages never ended the
pilgrims saunter
all the kings of earth still fail
their pentecosts
only the beauty is missing the
flowing spontaneity of stone
Autun, we have our weathers too our
smooth
flaming sunsets in suburban prose
will the sun on the sea be enough for
me
sit on the ground and let the world
tell
all your talk is reference book and
parliament
what your body knows only body can
pronounce.
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