Jul 22, 2015 | Uncategorized
Be arbitrary. Be anybody.
The world of capital
forgives every choice
just keep choosing.
Only the hermit is villainous,
probably verminous,
disagreeable, old.
All the wrong things. He
of all men is not arbitrary.
He has chosen nothing
and nothing has accepted him
as her bride.
They live together
anywhere far away.
Sometimes I have dared to climb
the easier rock slopes of their abstruseness,
could even hear them talking from far off,
a man saying nothing with all his heart.
Jul 22, 2015 | Uncategorized
twice I was a Christian
no matter what they said
I loved him because he is a door
he said, because he knew himself
better than I knew me,
when knowing is the same as being
Enlightenment is not about light
it’s about ment, the mind
behind light and anything else
Jul 21, 2015 | Uncategorized
Last days. I feel you love
we are only still beginning,
Eden in the rearview mirror
closer than it appears.
We are beginning.
Every archaeologist knows we just woke up.
There seems a pressure in the air
that silences the ears.
Crickets or tinnitus who can tell,
we are newborn always,
immaturity is my sword and shield,
Jul 20, 2015 | Uncategorized
Lady, did you see my fugue?
It ran this way,
it said it was finished and I believed it,
it took advantage of my credulity
and ran away, this way,
its nature to flee and mine to follow,
did you, Lady, hear my fugue?
It favors underbrush deep ravines,
hilltops, ruins, crowded streets,
it knows more names than it can touch,
it tries to wrap you in its changes
Jul 19, 2015 | Uncategorized
For there is anger in the human world
and hymn tunes don’t help
need a bolder potion,
ah, I have made a mousetrap for the moon,
now I am him but who cares,
a new slant on every story
but nobody cares,
that leaves me free
for alternate alchemies galore
next year I’ll catch the sun
and pin her to the door —
why not, it’s the house that speaks, not me
Jul 17, 2015 | Uncategorized
Escape the consequences. Born big
or born small, it is your genius
building you out and out and out
from the thought you are. I, Paul,
a citizen of Rome,
tell you this, do not conform
to the system, but renew instead
your first mind.
The mind that makes you
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