Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Thursday, October 14, 2010

On Negative: Illumination

as you have eyes (to see) set focus over this expanding scene
look [as the sun sees testing the neat edge of dawn]
this light presses hands
with splayed fingers
firmly over the

" ancient solid ground having been before existing and now birthed by knowing {a new world} one broken from the whole -first the sands .uncounted. spilling inwards to the (2.) shoots of long leafed grass and trace up the vein to the tips tinted silver and higher over the field and up (3.) the length of the tree who's boughs feel out towards his brothers where leaves brush inquisitively the leaves of (4.) another this one similar (but distinct) and the same for the rest - unique by grace of similitude - this forest of separate trees leading further and thinning (separating) at the plains "
...and when the sun ceased to climb [resting at centre] the universe wound tightly its cog and the heavy tick followed the click screeching...

...when counting destroyed eternity
......when measurement necessitated lies


this thing is not the other
this moment gone; this moment still to come

Thursday, October 7, 2010

on negative: everything I am not

At Curtain: the sound uttered (nasal and with inflection) was the first name given [and adjectival preceding all nouns] and he named it before any other had provided for him the same appellate significance and so predicated [this thing] without predicate (non-no thing).

and before having known the second distinct from the first all had been [singular] he had not known himself apart from the scene and this narrative a retrospective conceived long after the exposit groan the cry that began all time comments in full knowledge that its facility is fallacious its facticity a lie.

And yet we are compelled to let the story {tell / choking} peel itself from infinity (where not knowing time) and bind itself tightly to inception ab demise.

"so he (the first to be our lord)
\substantiating without substance/
came hunched and naked from the litter 
that rolling mass of whelping soul(s)"

each lacking definition : each preceding being each 


thus the words of the lord: words never said (not heard) having none (not spoken) for our lord has no tongue and his flock empty ears so he lifts his head (upwards) creating there the sky and dropped his gaze down where the earth came to be here at the beginning with the eyes of god cast towards the ground and the bleating fold screaming silence - soon to make a sound.


these and many things did our father bring to be before he himself had being before he had need of he when the light drained slowly from the fresh blue sky when the first day ended 

having finished
finished before it began

the great god became darkness
the unknowing deity
soon to be (a) man

Monday, September 20, 2010

on negative: the argument

what is most clear
[penned neatly and follwed by elipses]

~had become a constant of concern deep beneath these sinking brows~
that some image or thought might scream from its own device

.its very want for wanting.
                                           and the foolish demand [some function]
                             and the loved assume the same

the loved - those loved    (and wanting)
and the foolish - the very same.

so so between these pregnant strides
(these being to strive and to be deprived)
sits constant 

having been.

constant .(resting?). constantly .(resting in between).

lament as follows o filling cup     ;     dry beneath the drip

Sunday, April 11, 2010

house of fires

01. traced caustic. traced frail. and withheld in dissolved refrain these sometime wishes caught fast in a flame let loose of the prayer and hollowed their theme to follow up this hopeful spire and utter fiercely
{to their dreams}
I once held these in cares these once were my replies
and fell out this purpose for the lack of regard I stained graciously the mast feigned hopelessly the bow

}and grasped{


02. when thought in despair created and famously spent this coloured stone weighed neatly in the prime cellos and crowed fairly by sallow shores for these following chimes lulled deftly to sleep the chewing crowd [when will stubborn retorts offer whimpered replies] became the source of the play the object of the game

this tapped that on its broken design
pressed so firmly
it pressed the mired crawling reprise

03. forbidding the trampled disguise and casting a line to the pooling sky for the solid echo of relief that fosters empty homes beneath its craning wing and sings full melodies of wanton minds:

 ~laugh deep you metal fawns and come bitter from your folds~

"that we might settle calmly amongst your supple cares and burn secretly the edges of this desire," smother and stoke and tender this reubuke.

04. rake out the tested frames but here suspends the summation for only in the clearest of screens are caught the most slender rhymes bristling frankly in furrowed divides and kissing their lips [cold still] on the precious constancies raised in sordid assumption and torn from some other storm and place in the show for the similar astonishment placed side by side each more troubling than the first each more free than the next until as one final element they will be raised shining above the openly debated frozen plastic

(05.) crane [(stooping low and holding those dreams melted in her creeping claws) and funnel down towards the old oak base] where in the useless years the poet played a copper harp and told some false account of a candles journey in a torrid heart that raced and reached and ran its course from town to city [from pulse to pulse] it rattled furious and rumbled dull and spilled its light here on the floor the solid stone / the broken hearth

(a) and there for hours
the story met its blind old friend the hostile jar
and filled its careful womb with a wincing pure disease
and cleft open the polished sides
and spewed once again its pretty lies
on and over and into the well
and down and under the penitent town

(b) seizing in light the molten appeal hollered up to the tower and past the clocks face and over the moon and beyond the night where patience feeds the bellows.

the bellows that blow. 
the bellows that blow restlessly.

.that blow. 

.that blow air.

07. wish ever to drink great draughts of this feathered air
that winds through mottled hours
hanging heavy above our heads
we'd be grateful for even a thimble-full
we cry
arms outstretched feeling cool on our fingertips the icy current
but seeing nothing but our heads
our mouths
our lips
our bellies denied
and we wait without grace for the white-stone guard to loosen this lock
make light this chain long and how fair is this sentence this gift this page..