Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
-HE SAYS:
our hero is
walking
he has always
been walking
he will always
be walking
when all
points of the compass
are de-registered
and functionless
he continues on
with a relentless
weary
stride
-SHE SAYS:
our hero is a
black crow
flying along a
stretch of rocky
coastline
existing as fragments
its ancient
black feathers
are reflective
composites of
the jagged rocks
below
its wingspan is
a texture that can
only be understood
at the intersection
between sea
and sky
-HE SAYS:
our hero's
hand made leather
boots
have absorbed
an eons worth
of the earths
energy
-SHE SAYS:
our hero has no
concept of migration
but in its abstract
actuality
inspires all other
feathered beings
to such
aspirations
-HE SAYS:
our hero
does not
meet
our eyes
-SHE SAYS
our hero is
nourished by
fractal geometries
-HE SAYS
the story ends
with the outstretched
hand
of the hero
in
friendship
-SHE SAYS
no
when our hero
learns to
circle
is when
the story
ends
-HE SAYS:
holding patterns?
-SHE SAYS
yes
holding patterns...
our hero is
walking
he has always
been walking
he will always
be walking
when all
points of the compass
are de-registered
and functionless
he continues on
with a relentless
weary
stride
-SHE SAYS:
our hero is a
black crow
flying along a
stretch of rocky
coastline
existing as fragments
its ancient
black feathers
are reflective
composites of
the jagged rocks
below
its wingspan is
a texture that can
only be understood
at the intersection
between sea
and sky
-HE SAYS:
our hero's
hand made leather
boots
have absorbed
an eons worth
of the earths
energy
-SHE SAYS:
our hero has no
concept of migration
but in its abstract
actuality
inspires all other
feathered beings
to such
aspirations
-HE SAYS:
our hero
does not
meet
our eyes
-SHE SAYS
our hero is
nourished by
fractal geometries
-HE SAYS
the story ends
with the outstretched
hand
of the hero
in
friendship
-SHE SAYS
no
when our hero
learns to
circle
is when
the story
ends
-HE SAYS:
holding patterns?
-SHE SAYS
yes
holding patterns...
Friday, January 23, 2009
the essence of
inherent worth
is found
in my Labradors
motions
as he
wrestles
the rope toy
from
my
fingertips
eyes unbound
and indirect
furrowed brows
shoulders
reverse hunched
and straining
against
collapse
the prize is
invented
and worthless
without the
chase
the prize is
everything
there ever was
and everything
there ever will
be
inherent worth
is found
in my Labradors
motions
as he
wrestles
the rope toy
from
my
fingertips
eyes unbound
and indirect
furrowed brows
shoulders
reverse hunched
and straining
against
collapse
the prize is
invented
and worthless
without the
chase
the prize is
everything
there ever was
and everything
there ever will
be
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
if I am clean cut
if I am reserved
if I am unable to recall the
moment with precision
then this place is here to remind
me
when I stood among the
almond trees
and sang songs
to
invented monsters
(calling them robots)
and chased after
my grandfather
while he stalked
trespassing
birds
I smell the black
oil
in the distance
and
find the courage
to plunge
onto
green
(monster filled)
waters
if I am reserved
if I am unable to recall the
moment with precision
then this place is here to remind
me
when I stood among the
almond trees
and sang songs
to
invented monsters
(calling them robots)
and chased after
my grandfather
while he stalked
trespassing
birds
I smell the black
oil
in the distance
and
find the courage
to plunge
onto
green
(monster filled)
waters
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
rephrased
as a question
the answer
falls off the
edge
it falls
for a thousand
years
it is still
falling now
it falls past
continental philosophy
it falls past
all converging lines
it continues
on
falling
even while I
contemplate
eating an apple
I have long since
lost any sense of
ownership
of the answer
and I would contest
any outstanding
responsibilities
for it
as a question
the answer
falls off the
edge
it falls
for a thousand
years
it is still
falling now
it falls past
continental philosophy
it falls past
all converging lines
it continues
on
falling
even while I
contemplate
eating an apple
I have long since
lost any sense of
ownership
of the answer
and I would contest
any outstanding
responsibilities
for it
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
terminus
lines converge
an isolating experience
like sightseeing
amongst the clouds
for lost associates
swooping down
with lithe movement
for the fumbled
ticket stub
i feel the swing
in my arms
legs
spine
in an arch that
encapsulates
all being
even though the
gate number on the
stub is
obscure
even though
I have no sense
of destination
I find myself with an unexpected sense
of being
grace
self
under
Southern Cross station's
undulating roof
indefinite direction
infinite possibilities
terminus
lines converge
an isolating experience
like sightseeing
amongst the clouds
for lost associates
swooping down
with lithe movement
for the fumbled
ticket stub
i feel the swing
in my arms
legs
spine
in an arch that
encapsulates
all being
even though the
gate number on the
stub is
obscure
even though
I have no sense
of destination
I find myself with an unexpected sense
of being
grace
self
under
Southern Cross station's
undulating roof
indefinite direction
infinite possibilities
terminus
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 09, 2009
fragmented movement
in the air
the leaf punctuates
its frames of
reference
via
a series of
/elaborate
/dance
/patterns
in the summer
breeze
if I could understand
what it is saying
then I would also
be able to
pretend
you out of your
/programed
/illusionary
/existance
and we could
pretend happily
together
that a valid
from of communication
is just to
fluctuate
in the summer breeze
in the air
the leaf punctuates
its frames of
reference
via
a series of
/elaborate
/dance
/patterns
in the summer
breeze
if I could understand
what it is saying
then I would also
be able to
pretend
you out of your
/programed
/illusionary
/existance
and we could
pretend happily
together
that a valid
from of communication
is just to
fluctuate
in the summer breeze
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
down Victoria St
surfaces
what she was
seeking
at four in the mornng
in the department
store
is really beyond
me
her hands
faintly
caressing the
painted metallic surfaces
of espresso machines
her eyes
sunken
staring blankly
forward
it was as
if
she way listening
for each machine
to give up its
secrets to
her
who knows
perhaps at four
in the morning
(under pressurized
fluros)
they are apt
to do that
seeking
at four in the mornng
in the department
store
is really beyond
me
her hands
faintly
caressing the
painted metallic surfaces
of espresso machines
her eyes
sunken
staring blankly
forward
it was as
if
she way listening
for each machine
to give up its
secrets to
her
who knows
perhaps at four
in the morning
(under pressurized
fluros)
they are apt
to do that
Friday, January 02, 2009
lean
I lean forward
thinking
that if I miss something
she says
I will regret it
latter
I angle my
toes
towards the edge
suspecting that
an opportunity
to parry
will materialize
soon
I run the indents
in the cardboard
across my
fingertips
assuming that I
can 'read'
them
the choice of
paper
is important
thinking
that if I miss something
she says
I will regret it
latter
I angle my
toes
towards the edge
suspecting that
an opportunity
to parry
will materialize
soon
I run the indents
in the cardboard
across my
fingertips
assuming that I
can 'read'
them
the choice of
paper
is important
Thursday, January 01, 2009
soap scene
the shot of the
hourglass
has resonance
the line of the shadow
reflects back to
us
an earlier scene
where the hero
performs
an
emergency appendectomy
so
when she turns
away from the
hourglass
to look though
the window
there is an
understanding
that this string
of coincidences
that has brought us
all here
is indeed
tragic
these children
playing in the golden
light
and framed
by white picket
fences
belong to them
in
secret
and...
just out of shot
/we assume
the sands
falter
hourglass
has resonance
the line of the shadow
reflects back to
us
an earlier scene
where the hero
performs
an
emergency appendectomy
so
when she turns
away from the
hourglass
to look though
the window
there is an
understanding
that this string
of coincidences
that has brought us
all here
is indeed
tragic
these children
playing in the golden
light
and framed
by white picket
fences
belong to them
in
secret
and...
just out of shot
/we assume
the sands
falter
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