poetry like you will always be a theatre
of music and image. not only some play of numbers
in which the first prime is randomly marched
from the stage and shot, but glory for always.
though we never achieve justice, still
let those who commit violence
live lives of nothing evermore
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Posted in Poetry on July 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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Kant’s idea of morality and god is very simple: if we could somehow remove
all barriers to accomplishing what we feel in our hearts to be loving and noble,
and could know that it is in-deed loving and noble, then we would be what
religions name the divine. The concept of freedom to act nobly carries
the hope, taken to its logical limit for a moment, of a loving and divine
author of her life. In life, how to be and to be, that was the question
that queried he.
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on July 4, 2013| Leave a Comment »
for me poetry is much more like expressionist than representational, art
and i’m not convinced that words are always the most accurate way to describe experience
Judith Nilson, “Cold Spring #101” (2003)
Posted in Poetry on July 4, 2013| Leave a Comment »
imagination can order chaos so i fell
for you because you were meant to be
a guide to myself or so i thought.
brilliant and naive as a student. tough as bark.
actually it was the eyes that had me.
trite i know yet the hackneyed phrase
still speaks the overworn path still leads
and a song you never learned to hate
still soothes over craterous wounds
that other people made on their
way to greatness or what they
supposed was a dream maybe,
even, their way of feeling
casually as warm as i did,
one night in your arms
Posted in Philosophy, Poetry on July 3, 2013| Leave a Comment »
to what extent have you assigned
your happiness to the world?
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the invisible having traded, suffering for a prize,
years ago the author finally discovered what he loved.
that her heart beat
for a moment on his sleeve
is the only thing he won’t forsake.
and she the poetry student begged her sometime prince
if sentries wrote their own orders.
if they’re allowed.
Posted in Poetry on July 3, 2013| Leave a Comment »
how did he do that
what
make it go away
does it matter
to me it does
its just an experience can’t you be entertained
oh i have an inquisitive mind
i just want to be alone can’t you accept that
no more than you can accept my curiosity
that again
yes he made more than just his girl disappear
well i think you’re too sensitive
about this of all things
about this
it was a kiss
yes a kiss
more than a kiss to me
well who made you ruler of the universe
we all have our perspective
and yours is always right is that it
no i didn’t think so
sure you did look, there
she is oh i see her
at the back shes smiling
singing
singing again
she looks so happy finally
she does indeed
i wonder how she found this passion from nowhere
from you silly you taught her to listen
and you taught her kindness
yes i did
no kindness no music
you know you are wiser than i ever gave you credit for
you know i still love your hands
yes i know
good
Posted in Poetry on July 3, 2013| Leave a Comment »
thread
we met one night
under circumstances
(for her) ordinary.
she had been through this
many times. many
times to the hospital
since childhood.
when the needle entered her
skin for the 3rd time, i
already knew i’d missed.
she suggested someone else try.
i think the way i agreed
cemented our relationship
of the following 3 years.
when she died she asked
two things of me. to take
for her a photograph of the coast.
to meet her outside.
for months nothing
was all i could hear.
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Although nihilism has always been
answerable to the inquiries of many
authors, its power was not fully feared
prior to Kierkegaard.
Husserl that joker, he wrote of an infinitely
expanding science that could enfetter an ideal
distinction between self and non self, as
both dialectic and death, it was supposed to
be the only way we could reflect on own actions,
our only entrance to history.
Sybilist contrarian!
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