Mostly written while listening to several extended pieces by Ryuichi Sakamoto. 1 it’s in the water living, breathing, dreaming water rain falls tears fall waterfalls drops run down the lines of the tarps covering the boats in moorage joining to form a single stream before running into the lake before becoming the lake 2 some [...]
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Deep peace (with theoretical harmonics) (a poem)
Written while listening to Frank Perry’s ‘Deep Peace of the Flowing Air to You’. Ritual distortion with bells and bowls Comfort without strings Unspoken rhythm slipping under deepest layers meeting no resistance Wind acquiesces with a bough The first fallen leaf of late summer touches down Within weeks it will crackle Here the meditation ends (14 [...]
Paper silences (a poem)
Bonus round—another take on the blank page… Paper silences are the worst Every other type of silence has its own cast hangs in a slightly different way heavy menacing gloomy tense foreboding Paper silences are brazen in-your-face vicious taunting The inscrutable blank of the empty page sits there in front of you saying nothing but [...]
They have an underst&ing (a poem)
My irrational hatred of the ampersand taken to a logical conclusion. S& & slippery slopes are everywhere now The form has become literary &rogyny & discomfort in 42 lines & change & those whose h&s put words to page & screen are making a st& & having an impact Art & text in t&em are [...]
Concerto for detached cello and dramatis personae (a poem)
An observation while watching the ‘Broken’ episode of House. The ache rings from the strings that hum the melody into the room Tears fall but not me those depths are inaccessible by mortals and disembodied sound The bow continues to coax sounds from the strings too far removed from the here and now they cannot move me [...]
Bookstore Poem #362
Written while at a reading earlier today. Our way is but a scratch on the surface of history It is the future that suffers the gash (11 August 2018) I have books available. Links to more information here.
only now all I hear when you read is the ampersands (a poem)
Another day, another ampersand poet. Sigh… You speak in full words and complete sentences but the effect is the Far Side ‘Ginger’ panel with ‘Ginger’ replaced by ‘&’: blah blah blah blah & blah blah & blah blah blah blah & blah blah blah blah & blah I imagine [...]
A reckoning of silence (a poem)
It’s almost too hot to write—but I took a breath, and, partly inspired by the painting I did today, this is what I got: A forest of trees gathered here stands in silence No judgment but what sticks to your clothing or lives behind your eyes An explorer trapped in the dunes digs—frantic, panicked A [...]
Bookstore Poem #350. Considering my recent obsession with bodies of water
I wrote another poem today that I like better than this one—but it’s already spoken for. So… ‘A drowning person is not troubled by the rain.’ I feel this to be true but the heaviness of the downpour gives me pause It is fair to say I have an inclination to express myself in terms [...]
Faces change, maybe the eyes shut, lips part, baring teeth (a poem)
Written while watching this interview with Keiji Haino. They’re not necessarily connected; I was responding more to his quiet manner of speaking… Explosions Silence Echoes in between Sound escapes wanting to be free Silence thinks it’s free but is trapped in the same prison Both exist in the margins and the intervals worshipped as ideals [...]
