“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label amor fati. Show all posts
Showing posts with label amor fati. Show all posts
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Never a need to wonder
Like a nickel found
behind your ear
it happened so fast
nobody noticed how
it got to where
there was
never a need to wonder
anymore
about any thing.
More than a sleight of handy
to always have the answers
in your pocket,
where change used to go-
you know
billfolds and money clips
(now it's all just strips and chips)...
Tho' for what it's worth
I bet
we all still like to stash some cash-
like philosophic questions
often posed as origami
or in amor plait fati, ah yes-
currency well spent
now
we know,
with nary a query
that goes unsolved.
Yet the soul enigma remains-
have we evolved?
And now
I wonder-
what my smartphone would say.
Image of Don Adams by General Artists Corporation-GAC-management. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Fragmentary figures
crystal eyes
Dis guys
thin and Lethe
soak and sponge
pour us
poor us
more
moor
aqua vita
vita nuova
amor fati
mere our
mirror
image
Imagine
Imagine
image
mirror
mere our
amor fati
vita nuova
moor
more
poor us
pour us
soak and sponge
thin and Lethe
Dis guys
crystal eyes.
Image of painting by Paul Klee [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, Crystal Gradation, 1921.
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