Showing posts with label aqua vita. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aqua vita. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Famished (i am)


Drink as though you've dreamt
in cool streams of aqua vita.
Devour what you crave
under red flame and red raw.
Indulge in your ingenious ideas,
swoon in the sweet murmurs
of language and lingering lyric,
encouraging and nourishing.
Listen to those.
Ingest for pleasure,
erupt with contagion
-for that I came-
-thou art that-
but You.
Just Now
meaning
Everything.
There is nothing more.



-for that I came- is from the poem What I Do Is Me-For That I Came by Ray Bradbury and -thou art that- is used often by Aldous Huxley (I am certain the all other words have also been used before by someone somewhere sometime somehow in some(other)way as well).


Image of painting by Ramon Casas i Carbó [Public domain],c. 1892 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.


Saturday, July 25, 2015

Swelter in the Sun


The air hung nailed to the sky
like matted and framed art
imposing its image
on your view
Everywhere 
tiles of a mosaic landscape
are blurred by blocky pixels

The sun was closer
over there
and tasted like
drying butterflies
fluttering afloat
on wafts of wind
shifting its salty scent
under the stench of seaweed
seagulls plead
for more
humid places to hide
in plain sight
behind blankets of fog
rolled into the corner
banked against the wall

Prickling sweat seeps
out of pores 
through toes, by feet, notches
sand measuring your senses
by the multifaceted grains
Counting into delirium
the ebb and flow 
of aqua vita replenishes
reflecting brightly
blinded by pale optimism
of new beginnings binding me
I glare
back
parched
and drenched
moving on.


Image credit: By CopyrightFreePhotos CopyrightFreePhotos.HQ101.com (Own work by uploader [1]) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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