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April 15, 2011
Liminal, a god
washes up on the rocks
of everything. Its lightlessness
howls I AM ALL, WHOLE, A PERFECT
ATOM OF CREATION.
It looks about, absently
shuffles the stars, knowing
that it knows that it
knows that it
knows that
it
cannot create relevance.
April 16, 2011
Geodes know
the secret to happiness.
Keep part of yourself
empty. Full,
you cease to be.
April 17, 2011
Holub, eye bleeding absently,
was not surprised
to see an angel
rise from the depths
of his poetry.
Its face was lightening. He measured
the voltage, mapped the looping
currents, observed the terribly
neutral polarity. He diagrammed the
six wings, counted each toe.
The oxygen-to-carbon-dioxide-ratio
was documented, the clotting factor
of divinity.
All around, the atoms
circled their cages like mice.
Salvation can not be measured, and so
Holub's angel, like atoms
or mice, did not know the shape
of a soul, was not required
to save it.
He dissected the angel and then
wrote a poem. The poem became
a knife, which he used
the only way he knew how.
Liminal, a god
washes up on the rocks
of everything. Its lightlessness
howls I AM ALL, WHOLE, A PERFECT
ATOM OF CREATION.
It looks about, absently
shuffles the stars, knowing
that it knows that it
knows that it
knows that
it
cannot create relevance.
April 16, 2011
Geodes know
the secret to happiness.
Keep part of yourself
empty. Full,
you cease to be.
April 17, 2011
Holub, eye bleeding absently,
was not surprised
to see an angel
rise from the depths
of his poetry.
Its face was lightening. He measured
the voltage, mapped the looping
currents, observed the terribly
neutral polarity. He diagrammed the
six wings, counted each toe.
The oxygen-to-carbon-dioxide-ratio
was documented, the clotting factor
of divinity.
All around, the atoms
circled their cages like mice.
Salvation can not be measured, and so
Holub's angel, like atoms
or mice, did not know the shape
of a soul, was not required
to save it.
He dissected the angel and then
wrote a poem. The poem became
a knife, which he used
the only way he knew how.
Literature
cultural dissonance
1.
i have flown around the world and you -
you remind me of home
aunties, uncles, cousins
teta and jiddo
men and women brown
from dry heat and desert sun
but then there are waves
crashing against sandy seashores
and there are palm trees ripe
with falling fruit
fresh at the market
and there are men
fishing at the phoenician wall
it's give and take
and like this land
you are never selfish
2.
i have flown around the world and you -
you remind me of all that i miss
so i'll tell you you're beautiful
when this sense of discord
is poured
down my throat
and dissonance shows up like an eclipse
but you can still find me in the dark
and y
Literature
Split
Run nails down my
arm; I won't let you under
my skin anymore
Literature
Until the Lamplighters
plays and subway cars lurch to a standstill we gather our wits up and methodize and fill our hands with the power they say we can’t handle we vandals and Visigoths wielding our candles ‘til the generators should wake from their slumber| as Broadway casts, acrobats all do a number on the streets set to crumble beneath them with all of the weight of their great ancient feeling like blind tightrope walkers who feel their way forward their bravado follows me up through the gutters and I’ll trail them, listless until the lamplighters come by to help us trim the wicks on the lanterns we keep in our pockets in case we should need them (though just now we haven’t provision to feed them) we’ll sit here carousing by the light of their oil their conflict minerals, immortal coils well, I call that progress I’ll drink if I need to I’ll pay you back later I promise, I’ve got you and just for a minute we’re all trapeze artists affixed at the wrists in mid-air—I won’t drop you a line after
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NaPoWriMo 2011: Everything Becomes Itself
More than halfway through. See [link] for days 1 through 9, [link] for days 10 through 14, [link] for days 18 through 23, and [link] for the final set.
April 15: The truth of omniscience.
April 16: Defining yourself by progress.
April 17: A tribute to my favorite poet, Miroslav Holub. Contains references to his poetry, his beliefs about poetry, and his work as a scientist.
More than halfway through. See [link] for days 1 through 9, [link] for days 10 through 14, [link] for days 18 through 23, and [link] for the final set.
April 15: The truth of omniscience.
April 16: Defining yourself by progress.
April 17: A tribute to my favorite poet, Miroslav Holub. Contains references to his poetry, his beliefs about poetry, and his work as a scientist.
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What form of poetry is this? I cannot say I have seen any like it... very nice