Feb 6, 2015 | Uncategorized
191.
So much denial kings before Eden
nothing was ever, all the rest was
obvious
Orpheus exiting from the underside of
words
can only tell the mind that comes to
speak
but o no o no the music always wins
flee back to ferly land and talk to
daisies
feast on clover and try to be
superbly be, as if a lion walked off
a coat of arms
and moved into one turret on my tower
and we lived together beside an
almond tree
the weather always told us what to do
look over the wheat field a ship
comes sailing.
192.
And there are the children at the
gate
the psalmists keening by the hilltop
shrines
the lean poesy of renunciation
when praise is all the air that feeds
go where every leaf has a word on it
our holy fire once for all
it spoke and said Do not be all male
for the masculine alone is weak
terribly weak and needy of conflict
to assert
what cannot be asserted
the unprovable axiom of manhood
building empires wrong again and
again wind blows away.
Feb 5, 2015 | Uncategorized
189.
He will be safer as a ferly-man if
men they have or are
he will be a leper-man in ordinary
land
his voice the bell to warn away the
fearful
because language is a holy terror
believe me
hide yourself in the silence of story
there’s always something left to
believe
dust for sparrows said the old
aesthete R. de G.
be bathed clean in what defiles us
Arbeit, heilende Welle in what defines us F.B.
how far inland we’ve been carried by
the wave
left where no other wave can come
lost among friends in a house of
one’s own.
190.
Poet heers a worke
beseeming you C.M.
not war but warbling kiss the girls
and make them cry
all the holy raptures of the local
mind
when I wanted clarion Gabriel renew
the world
now blow your horn and if you can
shock the morbid loves into new play
lila
mother of the mind the play of light
all over
the light was like a woman in the
trees man on a rock
and in our little ears the mountain
spoke
a fleet of do’s and don’t’s assails
the lucid now
I am the hole in your pocket
your hand can’t leave me alone.
Feb 4, 2015 | Uncategorized
Now there was a man the ferly folk
took away R. Kirk
they brought him to a time between
times and loved him there
left a lookalike back home to do his
job
while he did theirs and the work they
had to do
is all praising and delighting in
them
for they were born before the world
and wonder still
what manner people we are who hardly
know them
let alone praise their sacred
everlasting beauty
so he lived with them in some blessed
island
till he understood at last what
pleasure is
and shared it with the little brooks
and the trees
and the ferly folk marveled at his
industry.
187.
Lie here because there is nowhere
else ever
the word gave birth to me and I may
have failed the word
friend’s face among the flowers
smiling up
the image does not please me you
never can
tell what a smile is smiling at
animal wisdom I need you near
only a beast knows when to turn away
a man by the nature of time will walk
to the abyss
Empedocles Master of Consequences to
vanish in thin air
hum hum hymn of the volcano
a story broken in half we hold the
stub
the other part of it or anything
blows away.
Feb 3, 2015 | Uncategorized
All the lands of never waiting for me
wonder why the ink itself won’t sing
all words belong to someone else
o borrow borrow this gypsy cock
praise is vital though it turns to
ash before the shrine
spice of incense burning down
solve all my problems easy as say no
signpost at the crossroads between
Neaux and Hiesse
strong sun in cucumber slice open
midnight
that’s how the stars began mind
started counting
I need a maid to pick up all these
stones
a world swept clean of what I
mean.
185.
All these animals waiting for me
a tiler waiting for a wall a mosaic
Christian floor
I once knew how to walk that street
I see a word I never touched before
raindrops impersonate pale flowers
all these headlines try to hold your
mind
hint at what each sentence means to show
verbs confuse sentences as sudden
movements startle birds
the nouns you almost trust as if the
Middle Ages
came round to you again and all your shirts
smelled of lavender and any maiden
with a lute
could drive you crazy with likely
continuities.
Feb 2, 2015 | Uncategorized
181.
Infant voices shrill to cry for help
soaked by Niagara to understand
Canadian
the doctor complained I failed to
signal pain
fall deepest in love with whatever
you don’t know
release the sky from labor let the
light alone
something to steer by only one horse
on the island
this glass of water that I proved
ran through all the rivers of the
world to get to you
every word is an exaggeration
I saw a trickle of wine on the
Savior’s chin
I waited and everything revealed just
keep talking
those who saw her knew enough to look
away.
182.
There is another story I’m not
allowed to know
I’m reading one book the story’s in
another all the time
the Empty Story I need above all
deeds
the ordinary mind knows the story
best
the skeleton who sings the ribcage
knows how to think
o neurons mother of my little world
Hölderlin’s roses bloomed last month
some still linger
these gulls seem to be asleep as they
fly
like the swallows of Lacoste who
sleep all night in midair
where Mary of Magdala saw them first
and cried
so that her Husband looked up too and
spoke
everyone will rise again and none
fall back.
183.
In the garden of the undecided
raptors quick in surf to dive a
cormorant
quarrying the sea
the end of matter is an ardent
remember
words change their clothes for winter
a fugue is never far
it is an honest man who says such
things
refuted by the first green tide
merciful fog hiding colors in plain
sight
once a lost battalion stumbled on a
black lake
thousands of cranes in a pearly mist
and knew they had come home.
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