Tag: Iiterat

Sister Dream Frag

Just awoke from dream of walking through the woods with my sister.

She told me I cited a quote when I told her: I don’t hate what hurt me; i hate myself for hurting.

A line I thought I made up about a month ago.

Seemed common enough because I read too much but the look in her eyes made me wanna hate myself for it.

We talked again about “simulation theory” and I snapped awake wondering for the first time:

If this is a simulation, of-what is being simulated exactly?

Honest question.

Updated a couple of hours later.

I box things up.

I find this odd card.

True.

What I heard

Young man,

you predict myself to my face.

Giggle-snarl.

And also, you may be right.

But, hush and do not assume

you just keep those precocious eyes closed,

precious.

Pressingly and curiously

like a street legal switchblade,

a switchboard operation.

Useless matter does not

deserve smashing

just a quick slashing.

Diamond cutters crying with

those backseat jumpercables.

I missed the film but

I want to watch the movie.

My cellular telephone

likes to automagically

Prompt me.

It told me, after I typed /i/,

‘don’t get internet culture.’

Howl.

Didn’t you k/no/w the anxious

(ancients) taught music

And, invented time

For others?

They were just counting to eight,

Again and again, and, it

Turns out that this moves time forward

And that this everlasting, temporary

Retrograde is the forgotten remembrance.

This time

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 salt is gone.

Now, I see how large this place is.

The placelessness is almost too big.

Me and these ghosts make good company.

The chorizo finishes.

Eggs and a bottle of white

Microwave hood fan

Setting two.

Discounted granola.

Time to cut meat from casing.

An unused balcony.

The window with the looking-glass.

The other window that is looking-glass.

I drove the perimeter of a street festival.

Ludicrous.

People formed a line at the

Automatic Teller Machine.

I could have walked for my eggs.

But, the milk would

Have gotten spilt.

I arrive home.

My salt is gone

Summer Maize

I made my hair sit straight yesterday.

But, summer has its ways

Of sweating my scalp.

Salt and the occasional breeze.

“You should write about that,” said the girl,

Who stopped for a smoke,

About something else

Entirely.

“Thanks.”

Kind.

A little

Shock ti

Power.

Speak-easys and

Music without lyrics.

Talk of narcissism

And, I wonder,

Do narcissists know they are as such?

The dog was all fur, and

presumably

Sweaty as howl, too.

Fur ball coat

Dandelion-white.

The masters smiled

And said, “her name”

Meant /hair/ in another language.

Doubling the word

In affection and affectation.

Cars pull u-turns,

To go to the street festival.

They hold traffic while invisible things

cross the street.

Huh, huh?

I saw the last five yards of your memory.

You were simply sleepwalking

Lucidity from insomnia.

Asleep and awake at the same time.

Rest here.

For a moment.

You are still

In the field.

Come here but close your eyes.

When

I did write something for you

before we met.

At the little theater you barely

Remember.

Painted stars on the roof

twinkled to indicate

the show was shortly

Underway.

A connoisseur versus a collector.

Coat-tailers and chasers

Partners in crime.

A trail-off of the trellis

Braided-up locks

Flow like tresses

Caught in bureaucratic

Lochs

Being and nothing

Ness

And onto now

Redressed

Address

Add rest

Legs crossed

Edge of bed.

Next move…..

Scorches from Summer Clouds

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.

Another start

Splash the water on your face and remove the split of confusion.

Spit out last night’s sleepy breath.

Open wide into the mirror

Let it swallow all of you into today.

Thump

The issue is psychic unity of intent?

Can you not see your ally, lily, and enemy

In everybody?

Your lover and your birth

And your death?

Fractitiously cohesive

Paradigmaticly nightmarish.

Delight.

Dining with the whale

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.

On Music: Glass Bead Game: Master Ludi Quote

Music does not consist in those purely intellectual oscillations and figurations which we have abstracted from it.

Its pleasure consists in its sensuous character.

In the outpouring of breath.

In the beating of time.

Certainly, the spirit is the main thing.

The invention of new instruments,

altering old ones.

The introduction of new keys.

New rules, taboos, regarding construction and harmony, are always mere gestures and superficialities, as our the fashions of nations.

-Hermann Hesse

Æffect & Cause

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 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].

July 2 not – quite Mandala

Disambiguation: a/opposite & con/inverse

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

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.