03.30.2005

The lit lead the lucid; no one leads the lit; desire eats darkness
A world must exclude things; each life burns; worms wriggle & feast

Don't waste all night sating desire, put dreams to work
Nothing's purer than air's blue-print drawn into the lungs

03.29.2005

I like it a lot I really like it I do — that's my opinion!
The provider gets paid, the dreamer gets worshipped

History sucks your declarations into its vortex, if you know what I mean
Your Georges devolve from goodwood to twigs, if you know what I mean

03.28.2005

This time, rain ripped down at the hour of your death
Misread change for chance — can it matter at this point?

03.27.2005

My mother came into mine eyes
And gave me up to tears — Henry V; Act 4, Sc. 6

03.26.2005

To talk about the world you must know yourself
You can't return, time moves on just like a river

Fate wears out the world
Drama mourns & mourns

03.25.2005

No one did it to you or for you; you found no friends above or below
And so he died; we all die — all forsaken save for life's small sparkles

03.24.2005

'Tis safer to be that which we destroy
Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy — Macbeth; Act 3, Sc. 2

Stumble or travel? Each "trip" reveals an aspect of false realism
Pure beauty: so ephemeral it refuses to show its face — Barbara Guest

I guess you could say it was cost effective, as was Hiroshima
Modern icons of beauty: the bomb, the prop, the gleaming machine

You need to sleep, your heart wont allow it
He closed his eyes, seeking a small spot in night

03.23.2005

When wild animals hesitate, it reveals some wilderness we also contain
The season hesitates, after heat, after rain, after knocked down petals

Spring: trees own their confetti of petals such a short time
The beautiful changes: we are permitted to witness earth's hesitations

Dumb luck: petals and seed spores taking wing . . . Birds seeding a sky . . .
Cruel beauty: boisterous raindrops knocking hard through trees in blossom

Water rhythms: tumbling, streaming, in droplets, falling from faucet, pelagic
Stream of consciousness: explanation averts seeing & waters down meaning

03.22.2005

The business of love is cruelty — W.C. Williams
I miss what I remember and have forgotten all I miss

03.21.2005

Death begets beauty and beauty begets cruelty
Cruelty, like art, may appeal to all 5 senses

03.20.2005

The source of poetry is wonder wedded to the emptiness in words
Joy of song: she began to sing & crossed from being in time to containing it

03.19.2005

Stasis shares solitude
Stimuli situate self

Minimalist: it is immediately there, outside discourse
Immortality: unglossed meaning unchanged

Image of the human: stone cross; abstract brushstroke; sail full of wind
To forge a form in the plume of language is more fate than discourse

03.18.2005

The beauty of spring is the bounce between sweet heat and green rain
Even when rain comes down and plans go south you remain wholly alive

03.17.2005

Prose: liquids and humors come out of you; dunes shift in your mind
Poetry: time that pries you open and sees all swallows the earth

Who among us never stops to ask why am I here? Who dares do less?
Toil & trouble wont be undone, sweeten your hand stirring colors of spring

No more than hate is heat responsible; nor certain dread will get you dead
Small things bounce off; big unmoor us or worse; when others call we stall

03.16.2005

Beached streams carried riversong into the sea
A sort of fulgor as of stereotyped lightning filled the air – Thoreau

Destruction is fuel but the bride of Frankenstein rubs you wrong
Stone towers standing on the hill continually bully the brain

Hearing the word castle, do you think first Disney or Kafka?
All words connect to something that becomes another word

Lovelorn foreigner pines, as words forlorn and oddly ordered spill forth
Translating the idiom wrong, he wore a risqué body part on his sleeve

Tonight my heart and the rest of me have gone their separate ways
As when the large landfill leached out, leaking lead into lots of local lives

A green mid-day heat is left over in tonight's cool smell
Talking thus gets you back to nothing that was there before the talk

Naming things returns you to words, and where do you go from there?
Old world, all words: in the beginning world was naked, not bodies in Eden

Safe places our hands go to rest in the middle of the night, such Paradise
Misreading outlandish for outrageous does not change our fortune

How is the word sea joined to its green? Desire to its cruelties?
The trouble with thinking is it doesn't work for everybody

As one by one the cookies crumbled, Dr. ____ was building Rome in a day
"Bleached dreams" is a strange idiom that began the tale signifying nothing

03.15.2005

We must divide time to see a moment, know a truth
Even miserable mortality failed to convince him

03.14.2005

Between the beginning and the end, many beginnings and endings
On the other hand, revenge is not always the last resort

03.13.2005

She lives her manyness, but you are married to your one self
And yet, a recurring reckoning delivers dreams at different levels

03.12.2005

Silver sides of stippled olive leaves, rippling bay-sheen, this hot winter wind
Bewildered doe crosses green residential street in mid-day heat of March 11

03.11.2005

There is a sound like heat when fate loosens the heart's fat
More wing-nuts, a little glue, daily bread, drink and luck!

Embroiled in the flesh, he fell for heated, brutal beauty
She was locked in a box, no one was saved, flowers blew over the grave

03.10.2005

During our lifetime hope has turned to vinegar
On my walk, sunlight haloed the hallowed ground

"Piece of mine heart," he gasped and stumbled off stage
The cemetery flatters and flabbergasts the peace of these hills

Peace of mind healed her heart and blurred her vision
The klepto was stoned on pleasure and memory loss

03.09.2005

His uninduced solution mimicked broccoli florets
Her undeduced din urged all to moist pleasure

More howdys than rowdys zinged the crowd onward
Loud reckonings inevitably attract big crowds

03.08.2005

We stood on the road watching time and space have a dustup
Less mustard allowed him to savor his complex pickle

Look at you, your feet are flat and your nose is running
His legs pumped so hard his heart began to flutter

Don't give it thought she said, and forthwith swallowed her pride
Make your every wish come true, barf red white and blue

03.07.2005

They require a man who will train well under them
Consequently they have not in their employ any but small men — Thoreau

03.06.2005

That's the cat on the roof, we sleep under night life
Speaking of which, I've begun to dream about her dreams

Cut out branches to let in light for faster growth
Nobody yells at you, leaves and sky just whisper

03.05.2005

If words are not the culprit, why the endless talking?
The beginning got written, that's what got it started

03.04.2005

That something exists not nothing: astounding — Parmenides
That dust evolved to imagine eternal consciousness—amazing

His sister's fury's flared, now he must practice too to quell his fear
A steady rain comes down, and that gentleness is the day's best gift

Consciousness is always consciousness of something — Husserl
The essence of a glimpse is the promise of a blueprint

03.03.2005

Gin's cold gurgle on the migraine soul
Who owns that smooth face now buddy-boy?

Let's check to see if we've a quorum
Now, let's carve our gods into a totem

I misread stratum for scrotum, but the moon kept shining anyway
Awake above the skirmish of his heartbeat, hard in the dark

Canine: he's back, with his tell-tale heart between his legs
True fame eludes them, but they're googled and archived

03.02.2005

Memory moves things, but juice, juice nourishes
Wind so mean it blew rain right off the ground

Cheese fruit and marriage: blood pearls and sin
Things are the common denominator, night sky an eternal foretaste

03.01.2005

Stars no longer appear in the window when I awaken
Last year rain came down so hard the yard trembled