Monday, June 30, 2014
digt
Svækkelse
ord,
svækkelse
fugle,
falde i havet.
Jeg
svække.
Forstumme.
Falder i havet,
dette hav,
dette digt,
mig.
________
Weakening
words,
weakening
birds,
fall into the sea.
I
weaken.
Silence(d).
Fall into the sea,
this sea,
this poem,
me.
dream
After midnight
a thunderstorm
passing swiftly
cleans the air.
I walk through the early morning,
into an emergency room,
peeking into consulting cubicles.
Doctors are treating injuries -
a geographer half smothered by nightmares,
an amber gatherer with burnt fingers,
and an oil rig worker,
coughing in endless eruptive spurts.
Weirdly, the only
sounds are birdsongs -
the white crowned sparrow,
(geographer)
a chickadee,
(amber gatherer)
a robin
(oil rig worker).
Sunday, June 22, 2014
An apparition (2006-2014)
which is a repossession of
an interior residential development
close, with a certain smell
awakening memories
involving musical aptitude
and food,
including
revolving references
to anniversaries, births, deaths
(together with other events)
and tastes
not quite audible.
Welcome to a neighborhood of half-lit streets,
two-thirds of it unknown.
an interior residential development
close, with a certain smell
awakening memories
involving musical aptitude
and food,
including
revolving references
to anniversaries, births, deaths
(together with other events)
and tastes
not quite audible.
Welcome to a neighborhood of half-lit streets,
two-thirds of it unknown.
my garden in early june 2006 - before leaving for Korea
plums have both blossomed
pear and pin cherry in full glory
new green unfurls
currants, sweet box, maple
a carpet of galium
violets - purple, freckled, white
the roses reach the second story
iberis, called candytuft
cimicifuga
leopard's bane
lamium
brilliant gold, pale pink, red-violet
bleeding heart
columbine
sedum of all sorts
lovage
mint
marjoram
melissa
pear and pin cherry in full glory
new green unfurls
currants, sweet box, maple
a carpet of galium
violets - purple, freckled, white
the roses reach the second story
iberis, called candytuft
cimicifuga
leopard's bane
lamium
brilliant gold, pale pink, red-violet
bleeding heart
columbine
sedum of all sorts
lovage
mint
marjoram
melissa
Friday, June 20, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
1
Four months ago, in early afternoon, it was very cold.
Yellow sun flooded the white room.
Today it rains, rains, rains.
The garden grows in your signature yellow.
I'm wearing yellow today - yellow
4 death
4 happiness
4 you
4 the root, earth.
You were white and yellow - my bright, gentle king -
jaundiced, bruised, anemic, white in light, the cleanest man in the house,
surrounded by love.
You were the purity of last things, death's wisdom.
This yellowed view (I've colored it so) of you remains-
those half closed eyes,
white (never blue again),
and slightly open lips.
Your used body, sighed,
under cotton the color of marigold.
You died.
2
You're resting.
You're whittled bone ash
out
out
out of a body
into a black box
on a white dresser.
You're waiting.
The white room is waiting.
I change the flowers -
chrysanthemum
lily
snowdrop
ornamental spurge
muguet
jasmine.
3
Parting you - a recipe
Take you
(yellow, black and white) cats
open boxes
mix bone
throw together
flow together
into 2 oceans,
water of rivers, seas
This is mixed water you
missing parts of you
giving parts of you
returning parts of you
reserving parts of you.
4
You wanted this -
to be a little everywhere
and not at all.
You said love's ashes
should be separated,
anxiety-free.
You're
the man
asking oceans to divide you
so no shore
or other shore
can interfere with your
Liberation.
Four months ago, in early afternoon, it was very cold.
Yellow sun flooded the white room.
Today it rains, rains, rains.
The garden grows in your signature yellow.
I'm wearing yellow today - yellow
4 death
4 happiness
4 you
4 the root, earth.
You were white and yellow - my bright, gentle king -
jaundiced, bruised, anemic, white in light, the cleanest man in the house,
surrounded by love.
You were the purity of last things, death's wisdom.
This yellowed view (I've colored it so) of you remains-
those half closed eyes,
white (never blue again),
and slightly open lips.
Your used body, sighed,
under cotton the color of marigold.
You died.
2
You're resting.
You're whittled bone ash
out
out
out of a body
into a black box
on a white dresser.
You're waiting.
The white room is waiting.
I change the flowers -
chrysanthemum
lily
snowdrop
ornamental spurge
muguet
jasmine.
3
Parting you - a recipe
Take you
(yellow, black and white) cats
open boxes
mix bone
throw together
flow together
into 2 oceans,
water of rivers, seas
This is mixed water you
missing parts of you
giving parts of you
returning parts of you
reserving parts of you.
4
You wanted this -
to be a little everywhere
and not at all.
You said love's ashes
should be separated,
anxiety-free.
the man
asking oceans to divide you
so no shore
or other shore
can interfere with your
Liberation.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
names of
because we cannot say it
because we cannot see it
our enigmas have names
we've abandoned the lexicon
the lens
to a vast yellowing field of paper
our westerly nets shifting east now
our names too
ground down to days
said spelled sifted
shaped
not wholly ours now
these ruins
these roles
because we cannot see it
our enigmas have names
we've abandoned the lexicon
the lens
to a vast yellowing field of paper
our westerly nets shifting east now
our names too
ground down to days
said spelled sifted
shaped
not wholly ours now
these ruins
these roles
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