[suddenly (the guitar sound _i hear in my cans_swallows)
hard]
.
Fallen
Or placed?
The best preserved tree.
Shooting down fuzzily.
Psyche-
Delphic
Spots
of colo(u)r.
Saw.
Jumping mouse
Flits under the dragon’s
Mouth
uncaptuted here, hear?
Shots of light. ( Not too )
Briefly.
Ready to root ball.
A /w/hole in my head or
A…?
Needed the same, regardless?
I still need
The gortex, eyelet boots to
Support the bum
Ankle.
The inclination, of the simple persuasion, was insinuation by mild-mannered, kind-natured manipulators.
The blue specks return at
this time of day.
Scepters of spectres.
Spectators of the Spectra.
Speculators and crusty prospectors.
Gold merchants running along-
side the train.
The Highwaymen will
see to
them soon enough.
Yelling: always pay yourself first.
The only people not fearful of
such speak
are snickering kids.
The immortal ones.
How old do you feel most
of-the-time?
The sun will set in the next
five minutes to five hours.
It gets
Tricky.
The dragon is impatient.
Selectively scorching leaves
Such as these
Fading embers still ablaze
Sparks off burned tar.
Shedding hair is ripped.
Old roots know where to look
And look gracefully.
A leaf suspended.
Not alit by wind.
Brambles
Steles revel as Black Pond evaporates.
A lean-to against a cut-down.
A greasy blender rubbed wrong.
You are smooth
Like young skin.
It is this present, separating the two.
Coarse still.
Contained infinitely
Keeps
You always new.
Presently
So í present me as í will and wilt be.
Your grains grew.
Became rough?
Hard to go against.
A backwards shove.
A cat pet the wrong way.
Your backwards glance, surreptitiously noticed.
I told you
I pay attention to your punctution.
Paints dried as fast as grass grew.
But, never as fast as the weather changed.
Everything happened so quickly
In slowness.
Living with punctuated equilibrium ages me in bursts.
The course grain leaves red rubs on skin like indian burns from childhood.
Asked for and still bemoaned.
Like saying: I miss you.
I ran with you in dreams last night.
There was a small bit of lace hiding a bit of my clavicle.
When you lifted it
The notation for
a song was below.
Then I remembered
The lyrics.
“Oh yeah.
I wrote this for you
Before we met.”
The day ran past without a backwards wave.
I found myself, coffee in hand, at four p.m.
Dreams of the red whale re-meander through my mind.
Recall people asking what we do?
You would say: meander, me and her.
I would smile. I would try not to, and I would fail.
I smile right, exactly, now.
The whale was larger than a breadbox
But, smaller than a tidal wave.
Blood red. No variation in shades, as though block colored by a child.
You did not even consider dinner,
the whale said.
I do not want to eat.
Why not?
I don’t know.
Just say you are not hungry.
i/i
Sweet man, they have been telling our story all along. I’ll tell it to you as I heard it so just sit down and:
“Hear the sad rhyme of how love turned to lust, and lust invigorated love, and love shone brighter for the stain it rose above.” 21
Sugrbeat, it is day one and already are you floating in your peaceful, wet c/sea with “all foolish loves of men” and suddenly you said, “Thither I Fled.”
While later you said “Come hither” to me. And, hither I came.
You later told me, “I followed like a dog…tied by some soft bond of twinning.”
I saw your eye sparkle while you spoke it. I hear you in those moments of desire unexpressed, dear. It made me think the “perfect sage could make the perfect lover.” Singular purposed in their craft as I try to be for mine.
( “Fool! Later on. Not to tell her. Triple fool to fly away.” )
We met because “she read-and saw him but a beardless boy…quite powerless to destroy her life’s long peace; the ten year-walled city,
And then I said, “I think the poem is pretty.”
Howl we endeared “under the dim glory in the shrine of Artemis.” She is ally to me as Aura was to my sister. Do you remember that night we stayed over in a b&b? I told you a filthy version just to try to get rise from your denim, button fly.
“The heart’s pulse quickning; the fear; the increasing ecstasy of this. The foolishness of love”. And, yet, we “give love one chance before its wave retire,” and “Maytime shone in us; with words of art.”
“Unless my Alice be the sea,” you kept repeating.
“As you yield you
To love that is stronger than shame, no music but kisses, that pealed you their paean, proclaim: the sound of the sea is made still
The climax shall come unupbraided, obedient alone to our will.”
” it was impossible that she should come,” you said,
“Over the summer-coloured sea, alone, with love and laughter and tears for me.”
Therefore, not fearing anything, I came; lit my love’s candle at my body’s flame and fought with the fevers now that swell.
From Alice: An Adultery
The lost cause of
how you used to be?
The wilted cæmellia
tucked behind the hero/ine’s ear?
Wilt
wither and thither.
Return to stasis,
never static, sugarfoot.
But, what you chew up and
cannot swallow
will feed your
root structure.
Poison returns if you
leave it elsewhere.
Sum it up and send it
Back to the earth
Quake for rebirth.
You saw a wryneck
Hum
In shallow waters of a
Good place to be
Candide.
The best of whose
Possible worlds?
It is how you
See the question.
Just glad to hear
The presumption of my
Body is no assumption.
Getting ready
To be fretted
For being willing
To be the bay-at-sea/c.
A cistern formed by basins of shale
Far beneath and beyond
The pale where
Sun is always shadowed
But for somme.
A car sounds like
a breeze.
A sneeze of leaves
through the noses of
trees.
A quickly pealing pair of
tiring tyres.
Screeching steeple
belles.
Hark or hail.
Who goes there?
Conceal to reveal
weal
Twenty spokes
of the wheel may not
be a’woke;
But, daydreaming
Night-mares
whom you may ride
Up-on.
Tripping your shores of
not-here
nor their’s
Ewer’s.
The center can still hold
or ready, steady, go.
Despite the
quicken-
ingpen hares.
Ewe
turn on cloven toes,
split like the tongues of
Snarling snakes.
Smooth as slick.
Bare, like
plucked
Gnus.
Aria for the ballerino.
[Dreams of the alpaca hotel by the bay].
[Fables of worm farming, chain letter writers].
She’s clumsy. A rushy bumbler who tries too hard and cares too much. Still, she managed/s to be ineffective. She had just been here so long.
She forgot other people could not tell right away.
And so, she had raced in and embarrassed herself with a bit too much gusto, in front of her new acquaintance/s.
Or, so she assumed.
She wanted him to take her dancing, places where real players made analog and live digital music they converted to other mediums afterward.
In a room where people were still allowed to smoke.
Even when they choose not to.
It would be loud, crowded, and their lungs would hurt the next day.
OPPOSITE is to CONVERSE/INVERSE
as
APPOSITE is to CORRELATE/CORRELATION
Apposite: adj. Fitting ; Suitable ; Pat ; to the point
Opposite: adj. placed or set over, against, or in front of ; adverse ; contrary ; in marked contrast to something else
MacMillan’s Modern Dictionary (print 1945)
Converse(2):
n. A situation, fact, or statement that is the opposite of another. > mathematics a theorem whose hypothesis and conclusion are the hypothesis and conclusion of another.
adj. opposite
Inverse:
adj. opposite in position, direction, order, or effect.
n. 1) a thing that is the opposite or reverse of another; 2) mathematics a reciprocal quantity.
Concise Oxford English Dictionary (print 2008)
Correlate: v. Have a relationship in which one thing affects or depends on another > establish a correlation between; n. Each of two or more related or complementary things.
Correlation: n. a mutual relationship of interdependence between two or more things > the process of correlating > statistics interdependence of variable quantities
Concise Oxford English Dictionary (print 2008)
My breath does as it wilt
right, exactly now.
It doesn’t pant; It does not (hold).
But, it breathes
shallow then a sudden, pumping rush of
Air of exhalation.
…strange rhythm.
My emotions are being redistributed,
my memories, now defragged from sleeps processes,
reorient themselves
relative
to their new locale.
Strangers in a familiar region. One they
have only seen mapped.
The world within folded all in-on itself and
Refilled in the converse.
Process
Of
Inversion.
The new in-side
is
the Apposite Opposite
Parçigal learned, nearly a decade past, the powers of appearance and its ability to manipulate others. Howl, all gals did. The power of pretty and/or style was the source of feminine efficacy where she was reared. What she noticed, but no one addressed, was the long-game. Prettification during youth resulted in an aging-self prettifying to remain relevant.
The true Tao seemed to be finding beauty unmasked. Bare-face. No jewelry. Unadorned. So, she stopped staring at her own reflection. Hair pulled up, with a disregard for style. Others treated her differently. They ignored her altogether. The joy of the crone helped her become the gal she became.
It tasted different on the way back down, wielding the power of make-up’s corrective abilities.
The difference between beloved pronounced with three syllables instead of two.
Parçigal lived her dream of art. She reinterpreted Myschkin, finally freeing him from being misinterpreted as a Christian allegory. Don’t tell the critical schools.
Of course, books are more often quoted than read these days.
She writes some notes on index cards:
The enumerable is now innumerable. Hypertextuality.
Apposition: the grammatical relation between two words or phrases that stand for the same idea.
Your load-stone hypnotizes & I become a loadstone.
In Practical, Standard English, consider ‘Licit’
[Latin, licitus, past participle of licere ‘it is allowed’]
Now, Licit is often misused and confused with Lawful; and they are close synonyms. Consider:
[Latin, licet, it is permitted]
Why do we say activities are illicit?
We usually say what we mean and not the opposite.
LICIT: not forbidden by law. It applies to strict conformity to the provisions of law. And that is especially what the law regulates conforming to the requirements of the law.
LAWFUL: permissible; permitted by law; legitimate; constituted by law; valid or regarded as valid [of marriage born of lawful marriage; said of offspring] Having full, legal rights (synonyms include: just, right)
But, when it comes to be law-abiding, Licit becomes clunky.
Most things would, ostensibly, be lawful.
It becomes more convenient to say what is and what is not Illicit.
Illicit is now preferred to Licit in common, American usage.
Dig it.
I step out for fresh air.
A test of a weakness.
An ankle.
Something cut down before ampersand after it grew.
A bit of pink on loam.
Two sets of fox gloves, where before there was one,
for anyone to slip on.
A well-placed curve.
A root-ball as seen from one angle.
Threads of scarf couple with a fallen blossom on the asphalt.
The most-intense yellow mimics the fields of North Umbrian rapeseed pastures.
Juxtaposed upon green.
As seen from a train.
Underground currents,
conducted by Mæstrœs, at
certain key-stone sites where
lode-stones are ritualistic-ally, mystic-ally, and magick-ally
fawned over; and then,
pressed close-ally and
firmly into the lay-line
which will magnetize
the electric charge of
both Keystones & Lodestones,
(grail, cisterns, resevoir, from Latin ‘cista’ chest, arches, Ark, Lantern)
allowing the earth’s current to
be conducted to
those natural lay-lines sites that
just occur;
but, with an
increase in energetic out-put on
the scale of 150x.
Energy is pulled to the key/lode -stones; and,
held or redistributed by:
Maestrœs; Music Masters; Mæcens
using minnesingers; idiotēs; meisters; Mægens.
Magisters. fellows.
Hærlœts; a Lady; Maidens; handmaids; handmaidens
Milkmaids.
Hand
Made.
like a
A lice ntious ladder.
Maven; mavin; matron; knights; diabolūs, sons of Socrates, the ‘diatribe’
(“a private ind’l”)
Hermit. Hermetic. hermeneutics. Vermillion.
roses, swans, graal, gradalis, gra(d)al
scribes that transcribe
rishis, sannyasins, dervishes
Infants,
Mavericks,
Arhats.
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