Those things
Unspoken
Then
Add down
Down the camel’s back
Down the axle sunk
Down the heart’s annex
Those things
Add down
Unspoken
Into the minus space
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Benediction for Poets
Commit then
To the endless
Wrangle with words
It is not
That words win
But that such partners
Ever prove
Lack to the task
Commit then
To the endless
Wrangle with words
All we hear
Of the heart’s song
To the endless
Wrangle with words
It is not
That words win
But that such partners
Ever prove
Lack to the task
Commit then
To the endless
Wrangle with words
All we hear
Of the heart’s song
Friday, November 13, 2009
Ten Commandments for Something or Other
I.
The essential religious category is the sacred
II.
The enemy of being is meaninglessness
III.
Being being as extravagant as the world
IV.
Transcendence being the ideal
V.
Which means ecstatic
VI.
And grounded community
VII.
Meaning in the self from outside the self
VIII.
Since the I is the Other
IX.
And nothing is not I
X.
There being no other
The essential religious category is the sacred
II.
The enemy of being is meaninglessness
III.
Being being as extravagant as the world
IV.
Transcendence being the ideal
V.
Which means ecstatic
VI.
And grounded community
VII.
Meaning in the self from outside the self
VIII.
Since the I is the Other
IX.
And nothing is not I
X.
There being no other
Thursday, November 5, 2009
One Woman's Fire
One woman discovered
She could wipe away
Anything with fire
Make it disappear
Irretrievably—her
Husband’s sad fashions
Her mother’s love letters
From someone named James
Even the notes she herself
Should never have thought
Anything she could get
Into the grill and soaked
In sweet burning fluid
And some things she could not
More than a corner
At a time but with
Patience even those
One woman discovered
Could be wiped away
Irretrievably—with
Fire, with flame, even
Memories so harsh
Even those she discovered
She could wipe away
One corner at a time
She could wipe away
Anything with fire
Make it disappear
Irretrievably—her
Husband’s sad fashions
Her mother’s love letters
From someone named James
Even the notes she herself
Should never have thought
Anything she could get
Into the grill and soaked
In sweet burning fluid
And some things she could not
More than a corner
At a time but with
Patience even those
One woman discovered
Could be wiped away
Irretrievably—with
Fire, with flame, even
Memories so harsh
Even those she discovered
She could wipe away
One corner at a time
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Prosody
How many words
Does it take
To make
An elegant
Cry &
What’s an
Elegant
Cry &
How make it
Say
The loss
Does it take
To make
An elegant
Cry &
What’s an
Elegant
Cry &
How make it
Say
The loss
Monday, October 12, 2009
Triolet On the Course (of history)
Persons have made it up
Sometimes in brute force
Others in art but
Persons have made it up
Like pies made of mud
What else was the choice
Persons have made it up
Sometimes in brute force
Sometimes in brute force
Others in art but
Persons have made it up
Like pies made of mud
What else was the choice
Persons have made it up
Sometimes in brute force
Friday, October 2, 2009
After Chiao Jan, Monk
How is it
We talk the end
Before we hit the shore
It is the rowing
Autumn wind
Hard
On the water
We talk the end
Before we hit the shore
It is the rowing
Autumn wind
Hard
On the water
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