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April 2005
04.30.2005
The road to hell is braved with new inventions Offer more and consume less
Fences claim a limit is more than a mere thought There are many exact things, but few good examples
Words need authors more than readers, listeners more than books The writer works ear and tongue into the alphabet of darkness
04.29.2005 |
So much green so many roses all the rain all the clouds all the light the sky Where is the anecdote in the world of eye candy?
A myth predicts the heart in stories it preserves Distance comes into view, rationality rushes out to claim it
Analogy of language: this cloud resembles others we've known Analogy of mind: the carpet is cleaned but the old stains return
Tabula Rasa? Anonymity was never in the cards Prediction separates science from art
Time is never interrupted Thoughts are never complete
04.28.2005 |
Dance w/Death: step over her grave, step back, over again & back (silence) Whoever the I was in me became some other watching a newfound who
Shambles shambles shambles shambles shambles shambles ramble on It turns out all life might be lyric and articulate, we stammer to connect
The hammer and sickle of love rebuild joy The juice of rejuvenation flows into solitude
Why, Lord, do I see red when I've always got the blues? Circular: I can't go on; I must go on (your witness Mr. B)
04.27.2005 |
"He made contact at the sweet spot and really ripped it" "Parents always sway that way, you must have children"
The imagination must be stretched again and again and again and again If they feel her death as a physical, not only emotional, loss, it makes sense
The whole known world exists only in each separate mind A, E, I and all the vowels bask in the glow of moral decay
04.26.2005 |
Downhill to work mornings, bay to the right, south straight-ahead, 130 mpg Uphill coming home, silver waves & Golden Gate on the left, must downshift
04.25.2005 |
Spring storm (fierce color, cruising light) sisterhood of wings, unleaving wind Around stand hills in sunset, holding windows walls and gardens up to glow
04.24.2005 |
Our reward is in the genius of the place, not something from afar Things that won't take no for an answer gather in the dark
Big ark of daylight sails in and out of clouds Chaos of time retreats as sprinklers spray and faithful pray
04.23.2005 |
Rock 'n roll; in-n-out; tongue-and-groove Love the whole body of the world, every chance a choice
04.22.2005 |
Best poet alive: Death; beauty's the worst reader, & best; best poem: things Poem: rainwet ledges where sun don't go; the places a tongue loves to tread
04.21.2005 |
Zeus (juice?), coppery lightning, footfall and dance, beginning Before you begin, let things be themselves at least try
What's at work and working where you see your work beginning? Disclose that thing she did that took us by surprise
04.20.2005 |
Bceusae hte mnid cmpeolets eht wrod u can raed tihs Cogito ergo morte
The darkness drew a line The vowels egged me on
Spanish rain vanished Bells spangled hills
Spanglish peppers the flats y El Norte returns to la casa What is "Paradise" (Dickinson asks) Maybe "Eden" a'n't so lonesome
A flurry of flirts wordlessly augments conversation His mind clung to a monogamous phonics
Of all the squirrels, it's the squirreliest Unlike Doc, Nurse is soft, hygienic and safe
People don't know the size of a portion A situation gave rise to a baffled hunger
Blunt flesh; fresh rose Blunt rose; fresh flesh
Word made flesh, eat your meat World made fresh, make your peace
My fortune's made of words, and my exile We'll do what words suggestwe won't even realize it
We are shown many deaths but live just one A loud cloud stalls over outer bay waters
04.19.2005 |
The words are occluding examples The marriage of instinct and technique
A line is a way Set limits to move on
04.18.2005 |
Misread vanish as varnish and saw shine in absence Galvanized, absence is nailed through the middle
04.17.2005 |
Absence is axis, around which the mind spins Because so much depends on absence, inquiry is limitless
04.16.2005 |
Words are conjunctions, the germ of infinity Time circles as eternity spins on its axis
04.15.2005 |
Words don't illuminate they occupy absence Life comes and goes; time goes and goes
04.14.2005 |
Every word promises something it cannot deliver Each word reveals something it does not intend
Bipolar: words to cover emptiness & words to light experience Being there: can't stop but must check where you're headed
04.13.2005 |
To make an image that cannot be removed, reserved or reused When one is prone to exaggerate, what will make the true suffice
04.12.2005 |
It has only a little surface but no place that does not see into you It is a mistake to prioritize experience over imagination Clayton Eshelman
04.11.2005 |
Fire & air: the luminous and lucible tease toward eternity Earth & water: dampness and dark call you down to rest
04.10.2005 |
Because all the conditions are met for a thing to happen doesn't mean it will Because everyday is the end times, everyone is always about to go it alone
How do you say what can't be said? O child, how do you say good-bye?
04.09.2005 |
Movement is infinity which failed Brenda Hillman The limits of the actual are set some thoughts further off Thoreau
04.08.2005 |
The west wind blows from ten thousand miles Tu Fu Misheard obscenity as infinity . . . in this oblivious world
There are no trials inside the Gates of Eden Dylan Doe at the garden gate, lost from the herd, seeking its fellows Tu Fu
04.07.2005 |
Stain shaped like a foot-long frog swims on the concrete floor Big, sliced-in-half tomato packed with little, reddish lungs
Spain, shaped like a brown walnut (like a skull?), desires a heart of rain They tongue & tongue the liturgy as a new world strains under silver altars
The mudslide of 3 a.m. thoughts rumbles through the pulsing, dark blood Let me pass! Let it stop! Let the car-wreck of choice not ooze blue snakes
Not a native speaker, she mistook hot-rod for a sexual vulgate They know they go to the mud of numbers and laws Lorca
04.06.2005 |
Moonlight woke me in a redeemable darkness Water cooled me down to time's eternal rhythm
Anaphoric lyrics in the fat loins of air tone-down the angels Re-cognize re-think re-visit re-veal re-spect & eat the world
04.05.2005 |
"Infinity" was incorporated, and the science of meaning collapsed He drove off in his Infiniti FX, headed south, toward the freeway
The "real" infinity is never encountered, not even a little Lament: God is dead, and all we got is this shitty infinity
You're bluffing, I'll see your eternity, and bump you two infinities Where some saw truth, others saw only abstraction Camus
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while Dylan
Infinity spit you out and refused you You are condemned to choose and die
04.04.2005 |
Eternity wants people, infinity's just cloned numbers Infinity's sterile parallels; eternity's turns & trumps & spawn
04.03.2005 |
Construction site's chain-link fence grown through by purple lupine Last year's shriveled apples on the branch with this year's blossoms
Love is trouble Hate throws in the towel
Stamina won't make it Tongues can't say it
A rubber band holds secrets together Among the things a heart compares with is a drawer
One monument rubs it in, another asks forgiveness A believer never refuses the soul's private counsel
Numbers enabled the system Thinking nourished the insurrection
Thinking was like bushwhacking Looking was easy, but seeing needed luck & discipline
Let me love what dawn destroys We never settle for mere understanding
04.02.2005 |
Life gets confused with meaning My heart leaps when icons vanish
The flames of art frame its fluctuation Rapture wrecks havoc with words
Style evangelizes Fundamentalists despise
Mysteries demand explanation Birds delight an audience
A crate of hammers is thoughtless and dangerous Concrete flakes & chips, but smells stable in summer heat
The jungle is alive and quick and endangered Jungle vinca in the purple undergrowth helped him fall in love
04.01.2005 |
Without voice there could be no signs Never trust a picture you can explain
Success: he disappeared into the words he spoke Failure: the longer he talked, the more fleshy and vain he appeared
The museum of grammar is small, but the permanent collection is large A city of dogs barking in moonlight has already been given the truth
Meanings change; faith is timeless Oil & water: reason & faith: men & gods
Reproduction evolves, a need to be seen emerges Which came first, the pollen or the bee?
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