Friday, February 03, 2006
Devotion II & III*
Devotion II.
To know
if you can know
the flat portraiture
rectangle necessary
irrevocable memoir
of when we were not separable
Windmills stalk flat flat flat flat
all wind blown at wind push weather
push all mill wind through color the wash
the reeds of a plain and
flat the wind pushed through them
Towering in its gesture
their simple relay
like machines do
The wind conveyed
by points that flutter
drawn by wash
Flat cross assymetric make aerial
make conveyance make
courses through winds graves
flat cross
the mark from an aerial
my sole blank bird
be flat vanished arrow
by cursor pushing which way
What more endemic but wind?
weeds
reeds weeds reeds
weeds reeds
weeds
blank of a cross
pure reed simple move
smooth cloth
smooth cloth
cloth smoothed
What the child looks at while it has vision
of having a flower before its mind
and the flower
the flower holding her
face and breast
mute the start.
The child gazing beyond
the colors of the flower
vibration and eyes deep
If we were young child and
the face young and honest
depersonalized upon
a fold of your hand
clasping
some object
the brushstrokes would show this
With flesh contact
canvas gaze at
a slight bend over which we call landscape
not flatness, not merely time
to the horizon
world
where it begins and ends
Slight bud and bend swell
and blood obsess
alabaster, spirits
equation for making weather
sound as weather does
expansion through it and without
to a cold stretch of green gray land
the cheek to show me my own soft watch
Devotion III.
Ghost Riding
Being beside
others days humans
separate the flesh mass
thunder being beside
suddenly this fence
Sand
an impossible
waterway line
instinct
move for
phenomenal tuft
indiscriminate
a point to
a distance ahead
a distance ahead
a way
On the backs points and
desert tongue
reel from sweet music
memory of orgy
artillery in a distance
without history
madness
without joyful test
Test of truth
league of wish
for infinity
site of flight
savagery
from the photograph of work
there the ink
the screen my thought of it
while it is spilling
would be dark
We cried in games
bad air pact
bird in sub-state (substrates)
places where none march straight
we beat the graves
and covered earth with sound
of the real like a dark stone
between two dark stones
Pray for me too...
from nothing but distance
is each night born
where a mile is not a mile
where a sun’s not a sun
capitalize this refusal
Not the kids
the wrap-around dead
pushed up by car
to ladder
to him
Pushed up put guns
down words
hostage to light
dear deer above
scrape the dust
(more often the place we return to)
... small machines
deer redeemed from context
caption:
to none aimed in fog
Near enough to nearly touch
their fingers, their lapels
women and men in black
sign and small world
preposition is our silence
The eye in the cat’s body
flashes
the face
an animal’s intention
if sickness were grace
Where vision is removed the human
Where vision is replaced our thoughts tend
*composed Fall / Winter '02
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