Mar 20, 2015 | Uncategorized
against timid cosmologists
It doesn’t matter how matter
got here, we’ve got to hear
what it has to say.
Loathsome binary: alive or lifeless—
all is animate
objects are subjects.
This world so intricately
tenderly personed,
statues strolling through the park.
……………………..
Poetry is the science of hearing things speak.
Mar 20, 2015 | Uncategorized
265.
Till we have said everything using
the same words
music won’t leave us alone
children blur the colors in their
books
they know that nothing has a line
around it
careful signals of a girl at peace
let me read my book to the center of
the earth
plum trees of Afalon truth of the
dragon
a castle in the cool core of the sun
a place previous to transformation
before the legal chemistry begins
a joyous anarch in skimpy clothes
as if it all could finally begin
again.
266.
At a certain point stop looking
at the trees start to read them
the self-planted and the other kind
human implants immigrants our fancies
jade exotics in exurban gardens
three hundred years and still speak
foreign
rose of Sharon smokebush lilac
self-taught espontaneos who choose to
land
and choose to stay tall and shady and
teaching
hue saturation and chroma in their
differences
distances between nature and the
actual
my father’s pine trees on the road to
Callicoon.
Mar 19, 2015 | Uncategorized
264.
Eloquent darkness of what I didn’t
bother to think
the things we make up were there
already
stories waiting to be believed
amber and lightning waiting to be
analyzed
they were all waiting and here we are
the next thing you think will be the
truth
the next person you meet will tell it
how easy things are when you say them
a woman in a white robe walking on
the sea
believe nothing trust no one revere
everyone
that way you fall in love without the
fall
that way the apple leaps back to the
tree.
Mar 18, 2015 | Uncategorized
262.
(comment
lire ce livre)
Each line wants to go off somewhere
far away
sit there thinking about itself
but we all have noisy neighbors
we lean on one another for the touch
take strength take weakness from each
other
even feebleness is reassurance
touch is contagion
but we are here together
tangency is defilement
one line bleeds onto another
you belong to the next thing you say
and to the thing that came before you
then you’ll belong to what they
finally hear.
263.
Wait for the sun to pry the rose open
then petal by petal take it in the
mouth
so delicate it is you have to chew a
while
chew to let the taste come in
for these are dark times in
personland
animals cull the flowers in the night
animals leave us only the names of
things
only things like color shape texture
size
things like reason things like belief
that are not things at all only you
are
and I am we are the last of the
flowers
we grew up before the end of things.
Mar 16, 2015 | Uncategorized
258.
The other place than where it is
a gleeful mistake like a dog running
away
penny in a pocket sun behind cloud
everything is allowed
when you were a tree I held your
leaves for you
when you were ocean I was your waves
the flight attendant listens to the
sky
the word is out there just below the
plane
when you were a city I did not know how
to earn
glamorous ignorance of well-fed
tourists
animals are different inside rocks
are the same
their brown eyes open in amazement at
the snow.
259.
So much to remember and no need to
quiet wise men correct the weather
witchcraft is too natural she said
too much about fertility
being fertile is not the point being
now is
no one ever did that in my dream
before
cloud lift sun back mad at me up
there
for I have sought the gods beneath
the hill
the little gods who promised nothing
but to be
nature is the part of me that’s
someone else
birdsongs inking lines through trees
always coming back as usual to some
flower
I climbed the stairs to where you
almost were.
Mar 16, 2015 | Uncategorized
A
sad people
who
never will know
what
this world is —
taught
by religion
to
look away.
To
be joyous
we
must look through.
Put
that in your ragged gospel
music,
reverend,
rush
out of the church, rush
through
the trees.
Through
the tree.
Mar 14, 2015 | Uncategorized
255.
Protect this fading image from all the
angry images
this image I made as me
I am the one who thinks myself to be
bad think bad god
to make this double little world of
me and it
make the other be one with me
or one of me or I am none
and where are you in all these trees
leafier this year than ever I’ve
known
after the locust trees blossomed all
spring
the basswoods our lindens blossomed high
summer
their fragrance fills the house all
night when the wind moves.
256.
Once I wanted what would walk through
the door
because the guest is god I am an
atheist
some pollen fallen from another’s
tree
grows an absolutely different kind of
grain
go inside time to its relenting
suppose I were rain along your spine
would your mind turn rain into
someone else
the way not even the weather is
personal
smoky breath of an old friend
the taste in someone else’s mouth a
word is
once you have seen the picture you’ll
never stop
we have to keep talking to the world
to make it go?
257.
The snail shells move in the night
like ship
who knows where the copper is that
breathes the blood
scratch of a pen on an ancient map
here are the islands of the ancestors
listen and you’ll hear your fathers
calling
they are praying for the clouds to
let them through
they have a name for you a permission
survival of the fastest
dark dark the word gouged in wet sand
they were here before you they’re the
fathers
you think at first it is the traffic
or the birds
but deep in your belly you know
better.
Mar 13, 2015 | Uncategorized
253.
No one can read it all the way
through
even a single sentence is infinite
a verb is an abyss
he talked about language till it
silenced him
humidity abolishes conversation
it is the sea come back to claim us
escapees
our local habitation golden trowel
round the town
hedges of Donegal all gorse and
fuchsia
map the country where my body lives
wherever cold is comfort
half the folk you meet aren’t really
there
vanish into that lush green hill.
254.
The home I never had is you
the god of communication is the god
of secrets kept
power of the hermetic axe with two
blades
wings on his heels he shows and hides
wherefore set we down words on paper
hoping substance hides what meaning
says
every language foreign to a thing
we live in darkness with skins of
light
where Hermes is heaven is a letter
you can’t yet read
spend all your nights deciphering
this touch
brutal answer of a cloudless day
it must mean something if it is.
Mar 12, 2015 | Uncategorized
251.
Let’s do it yesterday
for music’s sake the angel facing
backwards
there is something of sulfur in the
rose
a petal fallen laid along the skin
no other fact can slip past it
natural affinity of rose with flesh
of thorn with mind
the prick of thinking
trickle of blood along the flesh
break the sentence open it will bleed
Scriabin saw his word in color in the
sky
a fatal rose that knows so many.
252.
Something true about defilement
wrong tool for the right job
or dawn full of feathers fallen
from some legendary bird you never
saw
but these things fly their kind is to
come
close and touch you while you sleep
you say O my dream but it eats you
disdains your sorry meat
touch defiles
that’s why we need it
we come into this dance so pure
no one can remember his father.
Mar 11, 2015 | Uncategorized
249.
Where there should be a road
I write with what I gave you gave me
back
all exchanges spiral into one
this is the point the start the
target the soul
will you get to the point I am the
point
there is no other a minute is my
mother
trees look away today don’t dry on me
I need your perfect beauty in every
line
some people get no older it is a play
retrieve the rain that washes the
rose
cistus or labdanum brings the dying back
to life
offer this resin in the temple and
see what god appears.
250.
To Venus Virgin Mother of the world
he wrote
shaky Latin his mind on something
else
because nothing is born it all is
here forever
love makes us turn our notice to each
thing
though things appear to enter the
world they were here all along
I like you will you like me back the
only song a child knows
I will lick your back of course of
course
each of us is apt for every need just
find the way
if you believe that you’ll believe
anything
I believe everything because I know
but what he knows he wouldn’t say
leaves it to you to find the right
word.
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