Philosophy much maligned in the competitive nature of ideas, Held from its purpose by its many purposes. I am no existentialist, much better to define by negation, whittling Down to what is, by strong strokes and checks of what … Continue reading →
You sit in your old age Promiscuous of mind, making the sound of knocking Or is it scratching leagues under the sea like a tourist Looking for Titanic imploding. Some include your relevant details for The New Yorker or … Continue reading →
Turn round, no tricks but time And that but knots in a rope or a pulley downstream, Across the tracks for the water wheel still shedding splinters, Grey wood, diaspora, river. Porous ground, waiting like deep snow accumulating. What … Continue reading →
A little deeper rub to season the meat of ourselves, A rising totem of insolence or is it reverence that makes the heart strong and the enemies fear. Such compromises along the way, a little of this and some … Continue reading →
Shying away from the numen’s name, Out lame to proclaim the bent nature of beauty. Over backward, over easy, falling with the other angels inward. Rosicrucian ecstasy but first The maze, the threat, the cairns and concerns of non-existence. … Continue reading →
Submerging, summersaulting within and without the rudder of the culture To Petrie me, another Juvenal, another Maltese sunbathing on the rock of wrecks. Gas up you million minds on the march. Respect your mother, your earth, your life line … Continue reading →
Pull, pull The string, in Spanish, Greek, Swahili, The fine line, the thin thread of reason equivocating, reverberating As things do, like a plucked note. Grave diggers for the cradle of next mind and Numbers to intuit the circle, … Continue reading →
Pens enough and the time that dribbles the ball down the court With everyone showing up, as appointed or on our own. You poets, musician, mathematicians of correspondence, The body erotica, the mass, the sheer, the plentiful and the … Continue reading →
That old same thing, Nested as the groin, the animal, The urge of one for another and Her high call of existing. Revolutions take time as the blasphemers Recalculate sanctity as useful and ethical when On the run or … Continue reading →
Nothing natural to the mind but other minds, language, color, The subtle string between all things but The things vastly outnumber the mind in specificity But without the mind, be it dog, insect or bird. The things recede, undifferentiated … Continue reading →