Another selection of comments and pieces inspired by other’s blog posts or blog comments. (We orchestrate…..)
NOISE
Prayer,
confessional,
creed.
God or Godless,
we ramble to ourselves
within our own bone cathedrals,
echoing with sighs and curses.
There is a completely soundproofed room
in some MidWest University.
No one had yet managed
to spend more than 45 minutes there.
Hullucinations after a few minutes.
We are not designed for silence or darkness.
We bleat and howl in our own jungles,
bleat and howl….
—
GIFT
This body,
This world:
A gift from a million suns.
—
NIGHT RAIN
A rain of words
puddle the page,
tongue-mind umbrella unfurls,
tastes flicker neon image,
dream world,
dream world.
—
MIRRORED
To see ourself reflected in the smile of our love
Is the only mirror should be allowed
Not the rotated smudge of silver window
Nor frozen shadows unbemused, inanimate.
—-
SQUALL
Whose soft words
Sweeping through
My mind’s cool edge,
I wonder?
Sound of distant rain.
Sound of distant rain.
Something seems forgotten:
Cool emptiness,
A taste of sorrow.
A taste of sorrow
For no reason
That I know.
Mantra of compassion.
Mantra of compassion.
Wind and rain
Blowing away
Ephemeral things.
—-
A CAST FOR WORMS
Well better and betterer.
Words for worms!
( Diet of Worms?).
Worm world.
Worm holes.
Cast about, Charles Darwin
( worms, his first love).
Lumbricus terrestris.
The name itself
Segmented, wriggling.
Beneath us all.
We, at last,
Their own dinner.
Earth to earth,
Tasting earth,
Making earth,
Loving earth.
Our Masters,
Squirmy worms,
Fast food,
Slow food,
Love food.
—–
ART OF POETRY
This hybrid birth,
a form of archaeology,
digging as science,
the science of digging,
the art of concealing and revealing,
building and collapsing, that is ,
constructing,
hybrid construction,
a constriction of possibilities,
a constraining of maps,
quantum thisness and thatness,
leaving more out than in,
making a point,
missing any other view,
poetry: the straining for meaning
without even pretending success,
e.e.cummins and e.e. goins,
a vowel,
a vapour,
a string of pearls,
words making doors,
doors opening,
sutras,
stitches,
hints for hunters…..
—
ROBIN
Looking back:
The world-
Bright, cocked eye
—-
GRACE
A small thing
Is not the same
As an inconsequential thing.
A loud voice
Is not the same as
A voice to be followed.
In one second,
In less, even,
The world can be born
Or can disappear
In front of our eyes.
Each person made afresh
Each to see what can be seen
What can be sung.
No wrong notes
If we do not know the tune.
We shall diminish and wither away
Jumping to conclusions.
Falling skillfuly
Is called flying.
Stumbling elegantly
Is called dancing.
Moving gracefully
Is called living.
—–
PERCEPT
Plum saké.
Too much
Slurs the mind
—-
METRE
It has presence and voidness.
It has frozen processes,
exited time,
become apt, concrete,
paradoxically gone.
Here
and both there and elsewhere,
but only inside
does it play a tune.
Lithophone,
bone music,
skeleton key.
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Another selection of comments and pieces inspired by other’s blog posts or blog comments. (We orchestrate…..)
NOISE
Prayer,
confessional,
creed.
God or Godless,
we ramble to ourselves
within our own bone cathedrals,
echoing with sighs and curses.
There is a completely soundproofed room
in some MidWest University.
No one had yet managed
to spend more than 45 minutes there.
Hullucinations after a few minutes.
We are not designed for silence or darkness.
We bleat and howl in our own jungles,
bleat and howl….
—
GIFT
This body,
This world:
A gift from a million suns.
—
NIGHT RAIN
A rain of words
puddle the page,
tongue-mind umbrella unfurls,
tastes flicker neon image,
dream world,
dream world.
—
MIRRORED
To see ourself reflected in the smile of our love
Is the only mirror should be allowed
Not the rotated smudge of silver window
Nor frozen shadows unbemused, inanimate.
—-
SQUALL
Whose soft words
Sweeping through
My mind’s cool edge,
I wonder?
Sound of distant rain.
Sound of distant rain.
Something seems forgotten:
Cool emptiness,
A taste of sorrow.
A taste of sorrow
For no reason
That I know.
Mantra of compassion.
Mantra of compassion.
Wind and rain
Blowing away
Ephemeral things.
—-
A CAST FOR WORMS
Well better and betterer.
Words for worms!
( Diet of Worms?).
Worm world.
Worm holes.
Cast about, Charles Darwin
( worms, his first love).
Lumbricus terrestris.
The name itself
Segmented, wriggling.
Beneath us all.
We, at last,
Their own dinner.
Earth to earth,
Tasting earth,
Making earth,
Loving earth.
Our Masters,
Squirmy worms,
Fast food,
Slow food,
Love food.
—–
ART OF POETRY
This hybrid birth,
a form of archaeology,
digging as science,
the science of digging,
the art of concealing and revealing,
building and collapsing, that is ,
constructing,
hybrid construction,
a constriction of possibilities,
a constraining of maps,
quantum thisness and thatness,
leaving more out than in,
making a point,
missing any other view,
poetry: the straining for meaning
without even pretending success,
e.e.cummins and e.e. goins,
a vowel,
a vapour,
a string of pearls,
words making doors,
doors opening,
sutras,
stitches,
hints for hunters…..
—
ROBIN
Looking back:
The world-
Bright, cocked eye
—-
GRACE
A small thing
Is not the same
As an inconsequential thing.
A loud voice
Is not the same as
A voice to be followed.
In one second,
In less, even,
The world can be born
Or can disappear
In front of our eyes.
Each person made afresh
Each to see what can be seen
What can be sung.
No wrong notes
If we do not know the tune.
We shall diminish and wither away
Jumping to conclusions.
Falling skillfuly
Is called flying.
Stumbling elegantly
Is called dancing.
Moving gracefully
Is called living.
—–
PERCEPT
Plum saké.
Too much
Slurs the mind
—-
METRE
It has presence and voidness.
It has frozen processes,
exited time,
become apt, concrete,
paradoxically gone.
Here
and both there and elsewhere,
but only inside
does it play a tune.
Lithophone,
bone music,
skeleton key.
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