There was a time when I drifted between reading books of poetry and fiction without a thought for the writer; choosing what to read nextβ there was β¦
Talismanic Identifications and Ghostly Demarcations
Now we scrape away the hair.
this is the act of remembering;
new growth.
Next we explore the beauty –
of women, of plants, of men,
and other things;
of rocks, of beasts, and everything.
This is called rejoicing –
often emitting in sighs, and songs,
and pain –
And so we slice our flesh –
joining the inside with out
through searing and drowning,
the fluids, the ashes –
This is how we mourn.
.
And morning still comes,
the seeds, sperm, germs,
and dawn all continue
their leakage and drift,
And thus we are released –
like tears,
like dust,
And something absorbs
it all:
the hair, the blood,
the love, the screams,
the differences and repetitions
of traumas and loss
such awesome gains
each beauty its’ evening,
And so we reach –
receiving
Sketch of a Sketch of the World
β Read on notesfromaroom.com/2020/12/14/sketch-of-a-sketch-of-the-world/
Snow has a love of detail
like the aged obsessed
with the young
.
every crevice,
nook and cranny,
limb or leaf,
even planted veins
.
all are surface
to snow
which goes to show
about trained attention
.
you get to try
and decide
what is love
and what desire
.
what comes
together
to keep
snow falling
Two moons
in the rock,
one light,
one dark,
one stone,
one shadow,
and a sun,
a sky
for light
to travel
through
like breath
.
as if
we had
the sun
for eyes,
the moons
for thought
It is sufficient to name a βbeing,β and we mean, in a merely approximate yet portentous thinking, the being of this being. We name being along with β¦
It is sufficient to name a ββ¦
many experiences are “good” –
nourishing, satisfying,
even ecstatic and astounding…
.
but at some juncture
you want
to be lying down
.
naked
to another flesh
touching
.
because
.
pornography –
or a species –
that decides
.
to maximize
pleasure
that is,
.
to accumulate
idea-lie-zed
fantasies
.
is a result
of the cause
of desiring
.
sanctity and space,
“scientia” it is called
paradise, heaven
.
Nowhere. Nirvana.
To-be.
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