Sunday, September 12, 2010
Feather
There was this thing that happened.
Life took off my flesh my meat my blood my nerves my filament
moss&lichen replace marrow
being awake replaces being taken.
being awake replaces being taken.
50 ravens.
Throwing up my/wings/ arms.
Astonished.
Bats.
flippy floppy swishy swooshy I’ll never forget those things that happened
the difference between deep green and black is now
the difference between watershed&vein.
You.
Never.
Coming.
Going.
No.Yes.Maybe.
Never
hymn,
not now. not
ever.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
ode to margaret goldsmith
Intrinsic coolness.
The very tiny tips of maple leaf caught on fire.
Flame
Cliff dwelling dashed for mountain top
Sunset dashed for the sea the color of a pearl
you know what ?
I once thought I knew everything or at least something
anything
but now no now
life
bears
haphazard
fruit
figs
the color of persimmons
offspring disguised as birds of prey.
you know what ?
I once thought I knew everything or at least something
anything
but now no now
life
bears
haphazard
fruit
figs
the color of persimmons
offspring disguised as birds of prey.
this.
The upanishads become oracle&salt becomes blood here this here.look.
“”When people depart from this world, it is to the moon that they all go. By means of their life breaths the moon swells up in the fortnight of waxing, and through the fortnight of waning it propels them to new birth. Now, the moon is the door to the heavenly world. It allows those who answer its question to pass. As to those who do not answer its question, after they have become rain, it rains them down here on earth, where they are born again in these various conditions — as a worm, an insect, a fish, a bird, a lion, a boar, a rhinoceros, a tiger, a man, or some other creature — each in accordance with his actions and his knowledge.” — Kausitaki Upanishad
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