Listen to the light
she said
and rode away
miles past the mountains
there is a city
where they chew on air
where they build on water
and walk on sunbeams
even late at night
mostly what they do there
though is waiting,
the teacher comes now and then
smelling of cinnamon
robed in cinnabar
wise, wise, wiser
even than words.
19.X.22
Suppose Eden was a prison
and the apple a key to get out.
How would we think of serpents?
Is there anything in the world
that isn’t really upside down?
We are deep-sea creatures
living at the rich
bottom of the ocean of sky.
18.X.22
the ceiling has much to say.
It has heard and smelled
so many things, witnessed
scenes out of Proust or worse,
kept the wrath of heaven from
falling on the slugabeds below.
Study on and study slow,
lie there and let your research
be excuse enough for lingering
two woolen and one cotton layer
deep beneath fascinating blank.
17 October 2022
It is a great epic for the Do-It-Yourself era, a long poem the subject matter of which is language, its heroes are pronouns and its story is whatever comes to mind as you read or hear it. Yes, you can hear it too! Line by line into the small eternity of your own forgetfulness.
16.X.22
Casuist of circumstance
I argue from the bottom,
never mind the flowery
steepletop of things–
bite the root. Permit
friendship. View skill
with caution–who knows
where a discus lands,
tricky as sunbeams
the kids in your class
way back then. Decide.
Make your mind up beforehand
what kind of day it will be.
Arguing with angels is allowed,
they listen but are hard to sway.
Shoes on! Pilgrimage resumes!
15 October 2022
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