Thursday, January 13, 2011

Lonely Rivers


Only you & me
& our emergent properties

remind as to why,
say, children know it all,

like a picture of mountains
as clouds part.

Verbs, sun & water,
loosen heads,

noun-stoned
on park benches;

whole fragments

turn
(do you remember when)

to
the sea
(we used to sing)

to the sea...

and time can do so much.
In the twilight -- BQE clogged

to
the malls,
seawant,

bacon-eggs-cheese
in caves fluourescing

into tomorrow
night -- we build

our homes
from nonbiodegratables.

Ah, the ferris wheel looks so holy
from here,

but we do not sleep
to get somewhere.


***

...the valleys in which it is spoken...


***



"'Twas rehearsed by thee and me a billion years before the ocean rolled"




Covered wagon




baby-changing station




Harvest Moon Cafe






Terra firma





"How strangely we are made!"



sometime leonine eye



letter from a distant state






the printing-office
all over the world



history's tortoise



"end of America's deference to Europe"




and after we crossed that bridge, we left A to return to E




"There are so many houses




WALKING DOWN THE STREET

two friends
--one pale, the other dark
--each with the others' eyebrows



FRAGMENTS FROM THE CITY MUSEUM

plastron, stockbreed

posthumous naming

anonymous bird

cloud & crane

tangled bough & lotus

animal mask patterns

character combinations

(synthesist)

deep bowl with clouds

fish, toad, bats

bank kiln

oil-saving lamp

pattern of guiding cattle

through the valley

boat returning
through rain & wind

meetinghouse

Madame sun
worships the River





"as if bird's wings... and butterfly's... have been put together"


5:00-->5:15


"crown ornament"


"hung on ear with animal skin ornament"


indanthrine



--inscribed on a projected arm... upstream.. man... tiger... rock.. mask...
double-ring... lozenge... wave... hunting life... fertility... cavalcade...
--navigating... dragon and human... inscribed in the age of...
seeing from the content of the rock picture...

"tri-legged cauldron, with inscription of [xyz]"




-polished dagger


***

POEM

...journey...
in the manner...
of his tribe...
...cross-country Kazakh...
--deepdark puzzle...
went to a park
...to figure it out...
...one of those... smiles...
folds... wrinkles... spirals



end of America's defense of Europe



Corporal Clay

Newyorkland


"Oh my Captain! Away with me! Let us fly these deadly waters!" (MD)


TALES OF SLAVE HEROGLIPIDS
& AMEGO ILINDS


in the written

the secret is written
in the written


"What had been so long composed" (WS)


What is meant by the "Inscriptions"?


"Making love is hard to do"
But let it brew thicker
--the right (kind of) rest
--tea for time


Rules of (Being On) the Road

--Coeur-DNA-eats
--store-ease
--UK-rain
--LI-briairy
--monk-keys
--Shan-gorilla


"typical elements"


--"..blew from a faraway meadow" (MD)





--Spartak's Book of Important Words


-friend
-tomorrow
-cow
-nav
-arch
-zoo
-pole
-wire
-vine
-wine
-powerline
cove



***



On refrigerator mountain
or in the cowgoat car




new metal dinosaur



bus, temple


offerings


(gas/gustation)



CHEONMACHONG



"mobile home"




motorbike to the temple
"flowers... even as far as the ruined tower"
"ends and long-ago beginnings"
"and the reeds that grow there"
the old desires




--cattle in a field by Grand Central

--riverine places where they first wrote us down

COMEDY v. TRAGEDY

C: a miraculous comingtogetherness,
morphemes of mutually interested lightsources

T: Somehow the things that were well
together forgot the other's language,
or some other force fell through the ceiling,
broke both.




"give me a moment"
doesn't happen 'overnight' that
a gecko can come from a stem




somehow the movement to sun becomes self-generated
--the little suns in the wheelworks of the cells



numberless dreams




"He philosophized and recited baseball statistics in a Brooklyn argot that was fast-fading."

Other places (Roma)




O where is our Mother of Peace
Nodding her purple hood?
For the winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
I would that the death-pale deer
Had come through the mountain side,
And trampled the mountain away,
And drunk up the murmuring tide;
For the winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood,
And our Mother of Peace has forgot me
Under her purple hood.

[[-Yeats]]

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