“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 entanglement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label entanglement. Show all posts
Monday, October 28, 2019
Forts
Broken down, the All
was noplace, collectively
rather-scattering
That there is no longer
meaning
there is no there there
no such thing as a moral hunter
there will never be
a thing
that is
wholly itself alone
and shatter-proof.
There was nothing to see
that would help us
recognize entanglement
as a knot to be undone.
Artwork by Salvador Rosa (1615-1673) in Public Domain.
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Cords work
Cords work
themselves into fetal knots
while dust collects
Itself.
Boxes commonly contain cherished contents
to be kept out of touch, like death and memory.
Musicians and writers make notes
and draw out descriptions,
Artists picture
new sound, reason,
and likeness in the jagged line
that makes connections.
Verbs hang in midair proposing movement;
chores, change, promises, and poetry
for nouns to untangle.
Electricity junkies,
trying twisted ways to say
what was entangled worked.
Painting by Hans Dahl, 'Girl in a field knitting' c. 1879 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Tuesday, July 18, 2017
X traction
The pen becomes a scalpel,
gleaming with precise intent
on sterility and removal, via
extraction from entanglement,
in order to sever-ate the corrosion
before it seeps through to stain
repellent gesso with black tears.
And although the layers piled up
their rolling waves of light,
it was the implementation of movement
through space that fills in the blanks,
we went further
discontent with no white way
to think this through
with outlines.
Image credit via Wikimedia Commons, in Public domain (Gift of Felix M. Warburg, 1928), dated 1605.
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