A New Ræ Moon

I have stamps for the postage.

The ferry leaves the same time over here.

I checked the mail and I don’t think City of Revelation is here yet.

Sometimes, I silently swear I can sensate an-other/s, holding my head,

three fingers of pressure and support to my forehead.

My hair sweeps down and closes around my face like a curtain drawn across a stage.

Breath is

Rest

I learned to sleep whether my eyes were on

the open or the closed.

A nap in blink. A relative delusion.

The pull of fo/u/rces up-on me.

I am force moving through and enlivening the body I wear.

Or

Maybe that is you.

Maybe I am your optimal conditions.

The intersection of wave patterns with which your waves may coalesce.

Converged

Attenuation

Reattuning

A’toning.

A ton/n/e.

A ton.

The current ether capable of manifesting your revivification.

I entreat catalyzing. I desire catalyzation.

Cathartic enzyme.

I see from the Vacuum and

It-is lonely even though you are not alone,

A lone,

Or, a loaned.

I want to draw your energy

To magnetize your electricity.

Resonate and then shall I feed you some of

Yours with mine.

We will digest and rebirth ourselves in juices charged.

Rings of /re/comings

/un/becoming.

I may want to circle you a while yet,

Even a long time.

Finding out while up-on the vortex again.

Teach me to live well yet simply.

I will teach you gladness.

My adoration of discovering you through you

Raises a moon-day sun.

A Brief Attunement

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].

The poetics of “defamiliarization”: Umberto Eco’s On Literature.

The poetics of “defamiliarization”

Representing something in such a way that one feels as if one were seeing it for the first time, thus making the perception of the object difficult for the reader.


“Ratios of revision”

“Nonextraneity of structure in art.”

extraneous: irrelevant or unrelated to the subject/of external origin (Concise OED, 2008)

Structure of words in a poem/story become art in that they are a looking-glass house, a skeleton key, a scaffold.


An example of the aesthetics of structure creating art in unexpected places. Like the table of contents of a book on aesthetics.

Luigi Pareyson’s Aesthetics (Milan: Bompiani, 1988)

Section 3 of Chapter 3 is titled: “The parts of the Whole”

Chapter 3 is titled: “Completeness of the work of art”

subsection 10 of Chapter 3 Section 3 is entitled: “The essential nature of each part: structure, stopgaps, imperfections.

“In this sense the relation that the parts have among themselves do nothing but reflect the relation that each part has with the whole: the harmony of the parts forms the whole because the whole forms their unity.


As regards “stopgaps in literature”:

“It can be a banal opening, which can be useful for finding a sublime ending.”

July 2 not – quite Mandala

Watch “Pink Floyd – Raw and Live 1972” on YouTube

No rights, just homage.

I howl for stripped down classics and supergroups.

Good jams for toast.

Parçigal Dreams of Sleep

Until three days ago, Parçigal had not slept well, no more than three hours in a sitting. Her mind ran busy moving invisible, imaginary things.

She was not tired. Her eyes unfocused but wide ovals.

Had she dreamt it all?

Maybe she had it confused: was she awake for those three hours, and, in fact, actually sleeping right, exactly now?

No-mind either way. Sleeping and waking became less distinguishable to her a decade ago. There was just lucid and sleepwalking.

She plods herself with aloof-nonchalance that conceals a passionate heart (smart or not). She can look until something appears.

Then the sleep will always follow.

Trivia: she says “thank you” aloud every time she yawns. To remind herself.

What a strange breath is a yawn. Inhalation and exhalation are required to breathe and live. Sneezing cleanses. Yawns seem like alarm clocks to wake you up from real life and let you know it is time to lucid dream. Yawns are the only type of breath that appear to be contagious.


What Parçigal found three days ago:


“The immediate source of Eschenbach’s poem [sic. Parzival] was a Provençal romance written by one Kyot or Guiot. Of this writer nothing further appears to be known.”

Mr. Price Preface from History of English Poetry from the Twelfth to the Close of the Sixteenth Century. By Thomas Warton, B.D. With a preface by Richard Price, and Notes Variorum. Edited by W. Carew Hazlitt. Volume 1.* London: Reeves and Turner, 196, STRAND. 1871.

Capricious as she had not been seeking it. But, sometimes she can see things when she believes them.

Curiouser and curio-user.


*Incidentally, “Of this Edition 500 copies are printed on small paper,

and 50 on large.

What are we to make of this?

Means and Ends: The Way of CHUANG TZU

As is a practice, I flipped through a book snapped from the shelf at random.

There was a metro ticket from a trip taken.

It fell before the start of this reading.

It fell at the end of the other reading included.

As an investigator of method, Tao, mysticism, I found it of interest. Surprise, right? Giggle.

A couple of extra quotes from different readings included below.

MEANS AND ENDS

The gate keeper in the capital city of Sung became such an expert mourner after his father’s death, and so emaciated himself with fasts and austerities, that he was promoted to high rank in order that he might serve as a model of ritual observance.

As a result of this, his imitators so deprived themselves that half of them died. The others were not promoted.

The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten.

The purpose of the rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten.

The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.

Where can I find a man who forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.

[xxvi. 11.]


THE USELESS

Hui Tzu said to Chuang Tzu:

“All your teaching is centered on what has no use.”

Chuang replied:

“If you have no appreciation for what has no use

You cannot begin to talk about what can be used.

The earth, for example, is broad and vast

But of all this expanse a man uses only a few inches

Upon which he happens to be standing.

Now suppose you suddenly take away

All that he is not actually using

So that, all around his feet a gulf

Yawns, and he stands in the Void,

With nowhere solid except right under

each foot:

How long will be he able to use what he is using?”

Hui Tzu said:

“It would cease to serve any purpose.”

Chuang Tzu concluded:

“This shows

The absolute necessity

Of what has ‘no use.'”

[xxvi. 7.]


Keng’s Disciple

The disciple got some supplies,

Traveled seven days and seven nights

Alone,

And came to Lao Tzu.

Lao asked: “Do you come from Keng?”

“Yes,” replied the student.

“Who are all those people you have

brought with you?”

The disciple whirled around to look.

Nobody there. Panic!

Lao said: “Don’t you understand?”

The disciple hung his head. Confusion!

Then a sigh. “Alas, I have forgotten my

answer.”

(More confusion!) “I have also forgotten

my question.”

Lao said: “What are you trying to say?”

The disciple: “When I don’t know,

people treat me like a fool.

When I do know, the knowledge gets me in trouble.

When I fail to do good, I hurt others.

When I do good, I hurt myself.

If I avoid my duty, I am remise,

But if I do it, I am ruined.

How can I get out of these contradictions?

That is what I came to ask you.”

Lao Tzu said: You are trying to sound

The middle of the ocean

With a six foot pole…

You have got lost, and are trying

To find your way back

To your own true self.

You find nothing

But illegible signposts

Pointing in all directions…

If your obstructions

Are on the outside,

Do not attempt

To grasp them one by one

And thrust them away.

Impossible! Learn

To ignore them.

If they are within yourself,

You cannot destroy them piecemeal,

But you can refuse

To let them take effect.

If they are both inside and outside,

Do not try

To hold on to Tao–

Just hope that Tao

Will keep hold of you.”

The disciple asked:

“Is this perfection?”

Lao replied: “Not at all. If you persist in trying

To attain what is never attained

(It is Tao’s gift!)

If you persist in reasonsing

About what cannot be understood,

You will be destroyed

By the very thing you seek.

To know when to stop

To know when you can get no further

By your own action,

this is the right beginning!”

[xxiii. 3-7]

Merton, Thomas. The Way of Chuang Tzu. Shambhala Publications, Inc. Boston & London. 1992.

Copyright 1965 by the Abbey of Gethsemani

Accrass

Clicking another bullhorn

Tapping.

Not getting cold.

I don’t forget to remember

Nor do I remember when I forget.

I collapsed once, a/broad,

Trying to fit a key

In a lock.

Only to come to

In the room which

I tried

To unlock

Imagine a Pendulum

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When a pendulum is displaced sideways from its resting equilibrium position, it is subject to a restoring force due to gravity, that will accelerate it back towards the equilibrium position. When released, the restoring force acting on the pendulum’s mass then causes it to oscillate  about the equilibrium position, swinging back and forth.

The time for one complete cycle, a left swing and a right swing, is called a period. The period depends on the length of the pendulum’s swing.


In the same vein, “when we hold our breath at the end of inhaling and before exhaling, we experience a state in which the process of becoming seems to be suspended…It gives the impression of a break from the past, quantum leap. For Sufi’s, time is ever recurrent rather than linear.”

P.58 The Ecsatsy Beyond Knowing. Pir Vilayt Inayat Khan.

“What seems to be coming and going is really the result of becoming and manifestation. ”

P.58 The Ecsatsy Beyond Knowing. Abu’l-Hasan al -Hujwiri.

“When the owner of waqt (the instant of time) comes into possession of hal (that is: it becomes a permanent state) he is no more subject to change, and is made steadfast in his state.”

P59 The Ecsatsy Beyond Knowing. Abu’l-Hasan al -Hujwiri.

“Witnessing only takes place when two lights come together.”

Muhyiad-Din Ibn ‘Arabi. quoted from The Sufi Path of Knowledge 


I call out for you to breath back and forth against my lips. The light upon light of eyes into eyes.

Quicken the periodicity.

Today’s Mandala

http://vm.tiktok.com/R6P9gB/

A link to see a short little loop of them in motion.

Parçigal’s Tao

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.

Circular

Desire is the alchemy of magic.

A free hunter in the court of knights.

Golden arrows.

Circling long time.

Desire is from < L. desidero de, from + sidus (sider-) star

“Do you know how to get out?”

“I did not know there was an ‘out.’

Did you know they sell

Forever stamps?

The post office and cockroaches will remain.


I adore discovery and savor savoury.

I let you show yourself.

I reveal.

While I build momentum to cross into an unknown more

Fearsome freedom to be new.

Dealing with the defamilirized world.

Do look over

I saw the truck before and after the Air Stream.

That dog barks outside again.

I feel alone and surrounded by people hoped to be alone with.

Goodly strange.

One moment full

One moment empty. Pendulous. Diabolical diabolos diabolus.

We are full of shit.

Do, dear. Relentless. Malleable. Interminable.

Hard C, soft c, Mid-c.

Do you require feedback?

Someone to laugh uproariously?

Should I hold you back in order to urge you forward?

Am I all bark with no bite?