Wednesday, January 30, 2013

kevin looking at a balloon

I wonder if I wrote that down later,
would I remember it had 2 Ls?

Yes. I would.

bell beaker

Small graphs, 5cm squares, profile cups.
The outlines of desire.

Were there milk cows?
Beer? Medicines?
Perhaps even tears to be drunk, a common, crying grail.

I wonder about abundance and loneliness.

I wonder about their teeth and the shape of them
revealing bloodlines, age, the frail sweetness of life.

I wonder about a man protecting a child in death,
different faces, their graves
a diffusion of different faces.

See here-
each one sitting round the boiling fire pots, sipping cool in summer and warmth in winter.
Every day, repeating rounds, circles, until something happens, a cup or a body breaks, is buried.
Then the wait - needing another to love, to hold, to drink.


Other buried drinking beakers are fine, perfect, prized, waiting with the broken bodies for something else too. Something hoped for, to be held in the clay, to be held eternally.

Look there. Nothing but the thirst for paradise.



whether

Marry doubt to choice.
Admit to what?

Reject suggestion.

With one word,
I appeal to your
uncertainty,
judgement,
stubbornness.

weather

unseasonably warm.

snow.




Friday, January 25, 2013

one stone

make things
build
every day
a bow
a brush
a word

make things
mind cannot

build a life
                           here
                           now
one
stone
one stone
one stone
at a time

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

journal notes one cold day - slight snow


in cursive

left    patience

    generosity
                                             right   discipline

    joyous exertion

____________________________________

D O N ' T   T O U C H
- the finger pointing at the moon
____________________________________

blue tape
copper leaf
ivory black
_____________________________________

The recollected go forth to lives of renunciation
as
1   "wild swans leave one after another"


2   "grey bones (149 of the 206) 
      cast aside like gourds in autumn -

     what  pleasure will there be in looking at them?"

3   the world

     wake up!               don't be careless!

s  t  i  l  l  i  n  g    t  h  e    f  u  n  c  t  i  o  n  s

_____________________________________

practice active listening

________________________________________________________

diminishing what?
________________________________________________________

playlifeplaylife  life   play   P   L  A  Y   life

________________________________________________________

trust yourself
trust the world

lucifer among the dark angels

his  light
eats away
the cloth of existing
things
illusory, defiant -
prodigious fertility.

suffering
terrible suffering

his light
eternally starved -


infinitely surrounding him


the dark angels
those hungry ghosts
beat their ragged wings -

impotent,
small as motes
a mad pestilence
stuck, weightless,
doomed.










anger

on the bus
you refused to let me pass

defiant
your face so full
your mouth biled up
rising, rising.

shouting.


stillness inside me.
present but not hurt.
i saw you.
i saw you did not see me.

every hurt and indignity suffered you blurred into me.

okay anger.
follow me out of this
man
into the cold

and
leave
him
be.



northern route

finding  detachment valued
as one moves north to cold.

i am unfocused
in this storm.

the eyes
the mind
are useless.

listen to the materials!

what is spirituality
but the fundamental
mindlessness
of
things.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

two foreign students writing in English

she
needs t.

he
k d e. 


each learns to

(w)r i t e

silenc(e) -

(l  i  s  t  e  n)

her(e), her(e), and her(e)

(k  n  o  w  l  e  d  g  e ).

bright

day.

You are

too.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

for m.b. - winter 1969

Little sister falls first.

Then snow.

Moon low

so rise together, run 

the odd hour home. 


Sisters - 


eight cold hands,
one warm heart.
 

remind

soon

pass
through

it all
will







another

There,
not Thy.

Lem
becomes them.

You
clearly
another,
brother.