AS USUAL, NOTHING SUPERFLUOUS (a document)
Approximately
my particular wind ofย has been active
approximately 374,400 hours; 22,464,000 minutes, 1,274,840,000 seconds…42 years & 9 months
hmmmm
worth reading, for everyone
enjoying this collaboration
Webbings
Clotted knots over darkness, what it had all become, and barely holding on.ย Together?ย I couldnโt say.ย I had thought it was my innards: veins, nerve endings, cells.ย Suspended precariously over bleak.ย Clinging.ย Trembling in a void.ย I had thought it was existence.ย An only way to survive.ย Just hanging on.ย In.ย But then youโd said it was โus.โย The precarious thing, the tendentious, the threatened.ย You said our attachments were thin, and weakening, our threads hardly visible anymore.ย But look!ย Look at us love!ย Weโre all woven together โ we connect at many points โ we form a pattern!ย We are webbed things.ย Oh donโt detach a filament, no donโt detach a one, beloved.ย Oh say it wonโt come undone this way?
N Filbert 2012
a little something something
Messages
“…I do not know what to do…
We begin, or end, there.”
“while poetry will be the clear, the fact of the head,ย
prose will be the coming, and going. ย Around.
…It is not a matter of better, or worse. ย There is no competition.”
-Robert Creeley-
current efforts / byproducts
Imagined Hike with Companion
(for S.K.)
Looking at you
as into a tree
full of running water,
that steady,
that moving,
an attempt at description
of cognitive complexity
and integrity,
my friend
you exhibit fidelity,
similitude of redundancy,
my familiar
coupled with surprise
or invention,
the information
your embeddedness enacts
with this world
of flowing waters
and sturdy trees.
N Filbert 2012
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All my Words are Silent 