“Mind Rest Metaphors”7/23/06
The aesthetics of beautyConfound meAnd according to an old manAre worth tipping for:Quarters in a cup,On his half of the tableI work for.
My mind restsOn a sink carpetedBy floating tomato headsAnd the red, red, redThat begs a picture, bobbing,In a frame of stainless steel.
And my mind restsWith the sleepingGirl-child, the firstborn,Tuesday, love-of-our-life,Black-haired treasure.My [...]
“Word Flood” (”Stitch the Seams Together” 
Stitch the seams togetherIf you canWith thoughts ofWithered, winter treesNothing to do withThe summer breeze,My windows downGrey storm-skyChased by bowing leavesAnd a thousand thousand greens.
Stitch the seams togetherIf you canWith the words that finallyTorrent down from mySea-soaked hairDripping to the brainFrom a page,To a page, singingMy way home.Ah, the reliefOf [...]
This one is unedited, inspired by a character I met under odd circumstances after a long day at work. I went home and scrawled these shortly before falling into a hard sleep. May they make sense, or have at least one image transpire…
“Chaos and the Water-Whisperer”(written 7/12/06)
I met a man todayWho speaksTo his water.Whispering to [...]
In my foolishnessI cleansed the body of one manWith the body of another
I began to tally my human contact.Twice a weekI pay a man to put his hands on meProfessionally, not sexuallyHe rubs his brow, widensHis eyes, runs his mouth,Fingers pulling my armsHolding my handsRunning down my spine,Around my neckAcross my buttocksAnd hips
My beads, threadedAre [...]
This is going to be a sort of hodge-podge post, I think. I have been itching to write here for a while, but have had nothing uplifting, nor particularly (positively) inspired to contribute. The world has been a bit too perplexing and cruel for my understanding in the past days. In a [...]
Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi was a Persian poet living in the 13th century, in modern-day Turkey. His poetry is absolutely AMAZING…and is only now being translated into English, some eight hundred years later. [...]
When I look back, I am so impressed againwith the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense ofmyself in the world, I would do that again by reading,just as I did when I was young.~ Maya Angelou ~(*le sigh* if only i could make [...]
intuitive illumination.
satori.
wu.
Satori. Satori. Satori. This is a new word for me. It is one I encountered today while reading, of all things, a book on personality disorders. (i read whatever doesn’t read me first.)
I like it a lot.
Rather than a goal of “enlightenment”…a state of enduring euphoria, understanding, peace, what-have-you, satori is everywhere, in everything, [...]
The poetic embrace like the carnalwhile it enduresforbids all lapse into the miseries of the world.-Breton~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Random-esque thoughts…I enjoy fireworks for two reasons:1) the rattling of one’s ribcage…the mimesis of death, the feeling of sound…is both mildly terrifying and exhilerating…2) i don’t like the way the colorful, lighted display itself looks, so much as the smoke-spiders [...]
“Words Come in a Orange, Plastic Bottle”
Late evening, summered lightWarm, wet, dark hair,Browned shoulders.
(Rattle, rattle,shhhh—Like the pacificationOf a baby—The sweetness of soapBecomes powder and soured milk.Put your first finger in her mouthJostle her a bit,She will sleep. )
Twenty years passed.
Rattle, rattle, still—Her hair tracing floral scent,Rivulets of waterMap a basin down her back—Trace grace—nape of [...]
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