08-29-2007, 07:22 PM
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the snow was tipped with mt. fuji there
were shakey long lakey legs that
Swim swam swum in your pools and fitted fingers clutch
Snow soft clutch
With a cloudy silvery lining
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to leak through to a
only through to a
core.
to spill upwards to a
heart that chokes
an art that chokes.
a filter.
a great regressive substance swallowing through to a
deeper fragmentaryfeeling
a binding coreno blinding core
the necessary bind.afraid to revisit
afraid to revisit.
a quarkfarboundary
and now we too
to bindthrough to some
boundless area.
Braided forests
climbs and leaps heights and heaps shallows and deeps sinks and seaps
Part I
You don’t want to know
(I think)
You don’t want to know
What happens here
She doesn’t do well she falls
In tumbles well—
Splish—crash!
Into a big screaming splash
Head and fingers first
feet always last.
And it’s hard
To climb climb climb out
When your feet are always
last.
(she was already there
she was already there
she did not care
she was
already there)
Part II
They don’t know why
They don’t know
They didn’t know how
they don’t know now.
They simply Do Not Know.
You don’t know
You didn’t know then
And you don’t now
Because I didn’t tell you.
Part III
No option was failure
All those Japanese
Without parachutes but with two swords
Just throwing themselves out.
Big red fabrics
Big red sadness
Big red success.
Part IV
If you don’t know
Just let me go.
Don’t purpose(fully!)
Breakbreakb r o k e n
It will get better soon
Be a bit better soon
Soon you see?
And throats won’t get stuck
But throats do get stuck
In the belly in my belly
And in your belly
And they make wretched noises
Slits clits spits he
Spits on slits
He spits on clits.
A day in the park
Sometimes people need to see things move
In order to know they are alive
The same way that
Other people need to hear
someone else say something
In order to believe it.
Sound Sleep
So to sleep
So to go
Go to sleep
now sleep
You go and I will follow
Go now to follow
(but all these sounds!)
we might not sleep
Now to fall into
fall to
fall in
too
The sound falls
sounds too
You go now
I will follow
We might sleep now
You go I will follow
'Electricity is an experience before it is a fact, a dream before it is a science'
Yesterday, the mountain was bare and blunt. Overnight it's head and torso became clothed in ceremonious white producing extemporaneous gasps from those of us who watch it everyday. We watch the way the mist continuously rises and settles on it, the way cars pour underneath it, and the way it changes color against the pliable Icelandic sun. My two favorite subjects are electromagnetism and fractal geometry. Electromagnetism because of those gingham fields of crosshatched currents yielding relative power and respective sound. And fractal geometry, not entirely but in part, because it was conceived in a dream. I have been thinking about how amazing people are and selfishly of my friends in particular who continue to astonish me. One is a turtle seraph, she turns them to the sea so they can escape their otherwise march to death. Another friend owns a remarkable bravura in her writing and also has a talent of sniffing out hemorrhaging hearts, patches them with wool stockings and enlivens them with warm tea and fiction. My exquisite little sister just flew from LA to Louisiana to help hurricane affected animals as they seem to have been overlooked in all the discord. One of my best friends from college is a physicist and quasi-transcendentalist (although he would never admit that)...we continue to exchange self created axioms and talk for hours about the relation between science and interpersonal relationships. I feel so blessed to have these kinds of people as part of my jaunt and the privilege of being a part of theirs. This week has been a bit of a tumult for many close friends, hurt in different ways yet seemingly from the same source. Their lassitude resembling stretching radii all connecting at the same point, an area consisting of dispirit. I guess the only thing we can really do is try to listen carefully to the undercurrents shaping and carving our hallways...with tepid fingers today and tender tendrils tomorrow...some days hostile and some days accomodating...but know that everything owns it's respective counterpart and is withstanding
the snow was tipped with mt. fuji there
were shakey long lakey legs that
Swim swam swum in your pools and fitted fingers clutch
Snow soft clutch
With a cloudy silvery lining
Untitled.02
to leak through to a
only through to a
core.
to spill upwards to a
heart that chokes
an art that chokes.
a filter.
a great regressive substance swallowing through to a
deeper fragmentaryfeeling
a binding coreno blinding core
the necessary bind.afraid to revisit
afraid to revisit.
a quarkfarboundary
and now we too
to bindthrough to some
boundless area.
Braided forests
climbs and leaps heights and heaps shallows and deeps sinks and seaps
Part I
You don’t want to know
(I think)
You don’t want to know
What happens here
She doesn’t do well she falls
In tumbles well—
Splish—crash!
Into a big screaming splash
Head and fingers first
feet always last.
And it’s hard
To climb climb climb out
When your feet are always
last.
(she was already there
she was already there
she did not care
she was
already there)
Part II
They don’t know why
They don’t know
They didn’t know how
they don’t know now.
They simply Do Not Know.
You don’t know
You didn’t know then
And you don’t now
Because I didn’t tell you.
Part III
No option was failure
All those Japanese
Without parachutes but with two swords
Just throwing themselves out.
Big red fabrics
Big red sadness
Big red success.
Part IV
If you don’t know
Just let me go.
Don’t purpose(fully!)
Breakbreakb r o k e n
It will get better soon
Be a bit better soon
Soon you see?
And throats won’t get stuck
But throats do get stuck
In the belly in my belly
And in your belly
And they make wretched noises
Slits clits spits he
Spits on slits
He spits on clits.
A day in the park
Sometimes people need to see things move
In order to know they are alive
The same way that
Other people need to hear
someone else say something
In order to believe it.
Sound Sleep
So to sleep
So to go
Go to sleep
now sleep
You go and I will follow
Go now to follow
(but all these sounds!)
we might not sleep
Now to fall into
fall to
fall in
too
The sound falls
sounds too
You go now
I will follow
We might sleep now
You go I will follow
'Electricity is an experience before it is a fact, a dream before it is a science'
Yesterday, the mountain was bare and blunt. Overnight it's head and torso became clothed in ceremonious white producing extemporaneous gasps from those of us who watch it everyday. We watch the way the mist continuously rises and settles on it, the way cars pour underneath it, and the way it changes color against the pliable Icelandic sun. My two favorite subjects are electromagnetism and fractal geometry. Electromagnetism because of those gingham fields of crosshatched currents yielding relative power and respective sound. And fractal geometry, not entirely but in part, because it was conceived in a dream. I have been thinking about how amazing people are and selfishly of my friends in particular who continue to astonish me. One is a turtle seraph, she turns them to the sea so they can escape their otherwise march to death. Another friend owns a remarkable bravura in her writing and also has a talent of sniffing out hemorrhaging hearts, patches them with wool stockings and enlivens them with warm tea and fiction. My exquisite little sister just flew from LA to Louisiana to help hurricane affected animals as they seem to have been overlooked in all the discord. One of my best friends from college is a physicist and quasi-transcendentalist (although he would never admit that)...we continue to exchange self created axioms and talk for hours about the relation between science and interpersonal relationships. I feel so blessed to have these kinds of people as part of my jaunt and the privilege of being a part of theirs. This week has been a bit of a tumult for many close friends, hurt in different ways yet seemingly from the same source. Their lassitude resembling stretching radii all connecting at the same point, an area consisting of dispirit. I guess the only thing we can really do is try to listen carefully to the undercurrents shaping and carving our hallways...with tepid fingers today and tender tendrils tomorrow...some days hostile and some days accomodating...but know that everything owns it's respective counterpart and is withstanding