Snow Showers

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

Word Drunk. Like Birds. (or, noises from a cabin)

Pornography

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.

Polysemic Stupor

Greetings all. Well it has been a while hasn’t it! Over a year, wow! And what a year. Here follows a renewed attempt to process being with scribblings. I never find a way for text editing software to recreate how language emits through me – so I’m attaching a PDF file and an image of the opening page. Hope you are all staying healthy and safe.

“Now” “again”: or, desire in times of control

The times are not easy.

Time never was.

Yet we insist

on enumerating

our lack of control,

unknowing…

.

“God,” we say, (in 3 digits)

“atom” at four, or the “facts” being five,

“knowledge” (as 9) over

“wisdom” – contrived in 6 letters

resembling “power” (which is slightly less-than) –

.

pretending we’re nearer

a “truth.”

Splintering this countless discourse

making babble –

pathways dividing again and again

.

Not to worry,

No-One,

least not here,

never there, nary hereing

we strive to forget –

.

the small fractions

we are,

even increments fail –

our instrumentation –

excrement turning to soil.

.

We say on,

calculating

in terms.

Splits on a dial

or bits switching voltage

to light

and/or sound –

inexplicably deafblind

we human – perceiving,

depleting, reduce.

.

The times never easy,

or real,

and all barely broken apart –

what we call the “fantastic”

(9 marks) nearly actual

.

what goes on

is a “now” and “again”

without ceasing…

a particle-waving

at sea

and to stars

.

an endlessness

born of its end.