this is the action of now (and forever
the mindless generation of lines
lines of symbols
without which there is no ground for the vision
the interpretation
that is the world as given
and becoming
the action of consciousness
before awareness
mind as the inside of nature
made surface
ok
so i know
this life
comes to
nothing
yet
i plan
for the future
today
the books
i will read?
i assess / reassess
memory’s
dodgy record
and i am
at any moment
aware
of how i
appear
inside & out
I turn
from
the end of things
and focus
on
now
it’s a coward’s act
perhaps
& a courageous
one
too
this
is a mark of the unknown
a revelation of proposal
the world as it is /
every proposal in play
there is no grasping
with the hands of God
we move in a complex
as centres of consciousness
(where there is no centre)
infinities enclosed
in moments of nature
continually swept
to a conclusion
of awareness
text demands a delicate touch the sweet
dance of letters to words & reality is given a sign
& people are impossible / to predict to deal with
to determine to know phantasms masking as
flesh & blood / the world as this ever changing
artistry there is no master the energy from the
heart
like changes in the weather slow motion
the elegant Spanish lady /
in the library
reading room /
side on / her profile
eyes / deep & loving /
(she is a mother)
my babies
have left me
& become others
fearful /
is everything lost?
the treachery
his black heart
what I should have done
what I could not do
intense focus /
plans within plans
within plans
the endless
mathematics
of living
what can you do?
her eyes shrug
and a gentle smile
pure & true
and for a moment /
acceptance
I am of this
the peasant woman
to her little grand daughter
her arms outstretched
"come here
soul of flowers"
girlness in red
with camera
a supple thing
tanned to
white sand shoes
her eyelids
cast down
I think there is no
history
to this world
(or only for
the wretched)
beauty
is the mark
of time
you pay
for your sins
even before
you know
they are sins
and there is no
retribution
in the passage
of time
and regret is
the failure to face
hard realities
and what you
have
are (your)
small deaths
and this living
with
uneasy
facts
yes
the point must be
that the image
is never
fixed
said she
O I don't know
he said
looking right
at her
so /
we run with either /
or
at times
I just don't believe
the clouds
of my
history
or should I say
memory
(there is nothing
inside)
and the out
well let's just say
open to
question
(i expect it all
to stop
as if nothing
was)
one can get heartless
the more you explain
and yes
eyes will penetrate
and seek
a kill
the death of a bird
ancient winds
ancient ghosts /
remembering
ancient ghosts /
as far back
as can be gone
and on this marble floor
footsteps
crisscrossing
to infinity
we are never lost
the nets are intricate
and would you say infinite?
the complexity
beyond grasp
nevertheless
pain & sorrow
& really
a question of
geography
in the end
position
& the impossibility
of knowing
what
is coming
&
from
where
.
we do so well
to fake it
here
the supremacy
of our eyes & hands
the spirit
brightness
& all to
the grand
shuddering
collapse
of time
into
dust
.
I watch
between the fall
of these words
the girl crying
in the corner
& the arms
reaching out
to hold
the world
as forms
floating / intersecting
the logic
as best can be said
is what you see
how you describe
account
and we are deceived
by our focus?
as if
there is a fixity
behind it all
revealed in
shapes
and substance
an essence
still
beyond
the showing
.
and this is
everybody
I have ever known
the impossibility
of a definition
that holds
and in this
I say
the utter joy
of being
in the mix
demands
courage
you need space
in passion
to wander aimless
to know only
the outside
to see
to explore
the world
in the absence
of self
she
moves quick
determinate
in the ground of
indeterminacy
the field of stars /
this girl
jet black hair
eyes
diamond sharp
heart beating
red
her mind
(God
working out
the ever moving
form)
tight / clearly
defined
bod
dressed in
black
on this
melbourne
street
the dropped
coin
lonesome
was
the beat
yes
walking man
the dust bowl road
(out of
texas)
it's actually
a world of
luminous
quarks /
quark
the shaping of
the wind
it's math
in blue
the ones who know
will tell you
any way / the way
to go
sugar
throw off
them clothes
cloud
hearts bright
too bright
wherever
you may
look
perfection
just
any point
in one's
experience
without
reference
to
another
I avoid the shadow
of my heart /
days gone / faces
lost
dante's deal
the whole world picture
(snap shot 1472)
prose or poetry
(the loss is perfect)
and there is no need
the drunk man
in the park
every scenario
is played out
resurrection
the great failure
of vision
out in the garden
wild and endless
beauty
we live uncertain
in blood
& breath
mind & heart /
can get broken
irreparable souls
I have lived
in a madness
of my own
construction
the horrors
& delights
I have chosen
as my artifice
have served me
as they have
the continual
creation
of each step
(on this day
I am
a shadow
in the sunlight
searching
in the brightness)
.
the history
of substance
forms
the apparent
stability
undermined
in the deeper logic
of the eternal
process
generation
and decay
generation
and decay
.
there is nothing
to uncover
we are
what we
propose
tell the truth /
or be silent
honour your father
& your mother /
obey the laws
of the land /
be realistic
re: your virtues
& vices /
know
what empowers
you
& do it /
don 't be
sentimental /
acknowledge
wrongs
done to you
& wrongs
you have done /
move forward
do not hold
a grudge /
do not regret /
greet the new day
an innocent
among innocents /
realise
you can always
choose
what you think
how you feel
& how you act /
blame nobody /
be responsible
for your pain
& your pleasure /
& w/ other people
as w/ yourself /
keep an open
mind /
avoid judgement
be cautious /
hold to
another heart /
(only one)
& be true
the curious
thing
is
the complete
absence of
necessity
nature
in all its forms &
expressions /
runs structures
logics /
of survival
none of which
are inviolable /
the best
you can point to
is persistence
(within limits)
this afternoon
elle and I
nearly collided
on the corner of
swanston & lonsdale
she
head down /
mobile
in hand
me
walking blind /
a head full of
thoughts
re:
philosophy
of science
love is hard
it must persist
it must persist
against
the whirlwind
of pain
that is this world
beyond the rush
of blood
to the heart
and brain
the ignition
and extinction
of passion
on a lonely street
it must persist
as the leaf
of grass
that sprouts
on cemetery
ground
it must persist
if you ask
your father
for his love
you will be
spurned
his love for you
is the very being
of his life
he has forgotten
its reason
and should you
call for it
he will
punish you
punish you
for your failure
to see
your failure
to understand
delight and forgetfulness
le bai
the prevailing presence
of emptiness
wang wei
alchemy and taoism
the deep core
of loneliness
fallow and frustrating
times
du fu
(vikram seth
on 3 Chinese
poets)
thinkin' on
the mathematics
of untangling
headphone
leads
jude and eleena
talking
the secret history
on the street
a river of
autumn leaves
flowing
wild thoughts
in the wind
29.5
you can't help it
the redhead's eyes
follow you /
it's a deep heart
that runs wild
play that piano
sweetheart
just like jerry lee
the ghosts at the G7
pose for the cameras
/ what are we to do?
this world /
an exhaustion of
energy
and the winds
have nowhere to go
john lee says
boom boom
gd/s of
tech
as /w
Aristotle's /
bye bye
blackbird
(the world)
in british
isles
/ the great
ya ya
of self
absorption
&
mindset
brand
insular
ity
leprechauns
at 20 ft /
hokusai
my eyes
wear out
/ red headed
girl
(white
sand shoes)
slate tiles
squared
yes /
existing is
without foundations /
we make /
for the moment
gone
you can't help
but laugh
really
I may as well be
outside myself
observing
for all the good
introspection
does
anyone think
that thinking
about thinking
reveals
anything
at all?
the sun is warm
this august day
keep your eyes
open
a delight will appear
crossing her legs
for no reason
on the library steps
other people
are not hell
they are separate
& uncertain
universes /
points of contact
are illusory
& real
we must & do
imagine /
the significance
of touch
& the meaning
of word
one thing is clear
the yearning
in eyes
& the delight
in its
recognition
(emily)
she
was
sitting
on
a hill /
beach
or
where
ever
&
dream
ing
up
the
words
randomly …..
the landscape of
farmland / hills
& trees /
a structure for /
delight / despair
your body defines
its worlds
moment to moment /
any face will show
the infinity
of emotions
possible
within a body's
chemistry
.
(we cannot pierce
the universal
to a unique / ness
every attempt fails)
.
and so we live
without a grip
(floating
in meta spaces)
nevertheless
the need
& hands make
bread
.
the question
is not God /
rather how to get
outside / around
and beneath /
so / yes
we are constructs
within constructs
transforming
& there is only
motion
opaque
.
a metallic red car
on the freeway
defying
blue rotunda
/ footsteps
fall
on nothing /
(or
everything)
it's a toss up
dependent on
your mood :
this firefly
existence /
simply a word
(or two) /
spoken in good
faith /
& gone again /
(her
wild eyes
looking
back)
every image of /
fleeting
only time
stretching it out
against
the pressure
of
a collapse
into
permanence
or quite simply
what
we have
come
to know
as
the lost
article
this
unity thru time
thing
(& space
another matter
altogether
dis -
unity
(i think))
a meme of
me or
u
current state of
conscious
ness
shall we say
the whole world
is here NOW
only a question of
which
point
oftheinfinite
no.
to focus
upon
squint
(a question
of
fast & loose
bearings I'm
afraid
to say)
it rolls on thru ..
it rolls on thru ...
(without the rolling)
a mythical
present
necessary /
frame & work
4
identity = sanity
(if you can call it)
that
'holding things together'
merle said
nothing is
straight up
& down
here / there / &
everywhere /
illusion
big or small
grabs the brass
ring
full stop.
OK
( ... let's just have
a cuppa ...
& plan
that trip
to)
russia
I am the wave
I am in the wave
the wave in me /
everything
is white /
white bright
excruciating /
silent
& moving away
fast
how is that you can
disappear /
without leaving?
let's call it
a way of lost dreaming
/
or then there's
the new kid on
the block
go
(that is of course
if you've got enough grunt
left /
otherwise)
it's just another
Saturday night
ballroom dancing
(marge & herb)
/ hey
the thing is this:
it's only the pain of
place & time
if you can shake that
anything fits
the puzzle
&
standing outside
yr/ self-world
is a can do
I recommend
Nietzsche
& Spinoza
at least as a
breather
sanity
when all is said
& un-done
is a gift
you must
protect
the Abyssinian
maid
I will revive
in me
the good poem
it's ending up
where
you never expected
or imagined
to be
in a sea of flowers
floating
in the absence
found
you must understand
it is only a battle of
prejudice /
the experimentalist
the faith healer
the lover /
the philosopher
you can only
extricate yourself
from
this endless battle
of belief /
of authorities
of pretence
of delusion
with forbearance
tolerance
& enlightened
resignation
suspend judgment
and where you must
act /
do not pretend
truth or
certitude /
every thought
every emotion
every action
open
to question
open to doubt
uncertain
chpt 37
precision in expression
plain jane's
diamond true
I have run with ratbags
honky tonk heroes
& dead philosophers
and addiction is
just a clever side step?
to alternative pain
who can tell the depths?
there are those
who abandon caution
to the wind /
and those who
just
play out the days
it's epistemology
one way or another
random journeys
in the ether
(no points of reference
before you start
and disappearing
as you go)
& I who searched
in ecstasy & horror
have found
the embrace
of a gentle order
here
in the quiet
beauty of
my jude
everyone's brave at the end
the landscape lives without knowing
torn jeans & a pair of girl legs
all motion is relative to what?
you are the rider
/ it is the secret of
of /
no resistance to
the
(moment)
do not try to pin
down /
to stop.
or
hold
the flow
(for want of a
better term
or no term
at all)
or /
deconstruct
with account
/ explanation
theories of /
(the world is
this infinite
generation
of)
avoid
the trap of history
there is no ground
to
fix
to
& expectation /
is the delusion of
escape
Hindu priests
Zen
Buddhists
Carmelite nuns
& Sufi mystics
know
the endless argument of
what /
the hours / days / years
of
should /
the wear & tear of
when
one
day she just
found herself
there.
without
angst /
and no
why
bright eyes
& red high
h
e
e
l
s
(in Mexico)
the little prince
is everywhere
so Lynn tells me
& what to do if
you have no place
to be?
) the world is wide (
we are all refugees
home
is any embrace
this woman I
know
colours her hair
w/ the change
of each season
today
white & a streak of
purple /
in the library
foyer
casual conversation
with FS
is to endure
a moving feast of
confabulation
my only defence
logic &
silence
winter's
claws on the
heart
& I am
in a Swiss
army great
coat /
&
as uncertain
&
as unpredictable
as /
anything
I hear
see / or
touch
yet / the gift
I say
of another day /
the
blessing
this pale grey sky
is outside me
or
am I just it's creator /
its
representor
a brain state
construction
to the appearance?
(or any other way
you want to say
it) / so
in truth /
there is no absence
reality
is complete /
everything said
done / imagined
believed
the endless fulfilment
the constant creation
the ontological argument
with / or without
God
that which ...
I am without knowledge /
in the eyes
microscopic systems /
& celestial mechanics
histories flow /
rivers of ever changing
reserve
to underpin the sky /
& to give ground
to ground
these fashions of the day
of any day
the necessity for
we float in these myths
& so be it
expectation /
as dark / as
black stone
shone
& prized
or /
the freedom of
a
heart young
the blessing
of no fear
in a bright
sun drenched
field
(years ago)
against / /
a silver boundless
/ before space
divided into rooms
&
perspectives
steel trapped
the essence
the endless roulette
spin /
& time has not
its quiet explosion
into glass
(forever)
september
I am without
defence
(as if just born)
or / a history
I have no use for
a dead limb
dragging?
/ on the other hand
I will say to others
"embrace everything"
embrace /
carry the complexity /
as a mark
of the world
given & made
no glory /
only the unique fact
of /
& what does
any response to
the question of
living / of being
hold?
another hope
to disappear /
as it will
as it / should
into a light
pale & bright
into the garden
of ancient textures /
colours / scents
bloodless / bloodlines /
a tangle against
nutrient / & death
life / a mindless logic
dynamic striving to
no end /
& no reason for
I see / imagine / dream
as if apart or above
the watcher
(bound) within /
without /
in this great
ignorance
of /
wittgenstein
led me
to
london
grammar /
that
track-suited /
nightingale /
cutting through
to essence
& beyond
to indefinable
beauty
bodies define
desire /
body to body
the wholeness
prefigured
as if an ancient
knowing /
an eternal form
defied
in the splitting
of an atom /
the making of
space
separation &
emptiness
mathematics
1, 2, 3 ...
still the hunger for
communion
consummation
& unity
annihilation
in rebirth /
in shadows of glass
the rain swept disc
we have placed
our things
upon
a young girl's eyes
turn to blank
tree branches drop
in sorrow & defeat
this day
I am buoyed
the heart is silent
I travel
in / through
shudders
of light
there is no soul
to picture
beyond hands
eyes
strange shapes
of limbs
& the head &
heart
in different
regions
there /of
trees watch / stoic
& hearts battling
where there is no
space
(the invisible roar
blood red)
& the anguish of
the winds
(the withered
dead)
as if
in a frenzy
to escape
Euclid's axioms
& yes
(I have lived on light
from one hotel to another
and why not another?
it is when madness creeps
close to
the locked cell
insanity
they say I kicked a hole
in the door
but they let me back
anyway /
ah the beauty of the Prince
& residents
drunks drug addicts writers
whores musicians saints
all of the above
alcohol days
alcohol nights
10 years)
my old friend glenn
believes in ghosts & aliens
& we talk metaphysics
epistemology
ontology
& ethics
even so
the indefinable of a good
heart
& decades of knowing
each other
too well
I am a preacher
with no god
no church
no flock
be careful
I give too much
& can mesmerise
perhaps I am a thief
after all /
I have taken hearts
September Song
an empty proposition
/ the wind /
its mad tangle
& watery rage
out of context /
driven &
(lost)
there is no knowing
to be had
it's the roaring of
the heart
the roaring of
the earth
the trees know
affectations /
vibrations
the knowing
without knowing /
today I play
the language game
manuscript editing
the sublime sculpture
to the immortality
of dust
devils & dust
before a silence
is drawn across /
I wish a better self
for a better world
I think
of Mary O
often
when I am doing
philosophy
why?
I don't know /
..
& I love
the tumbling music
of poets
I am made intimate
in the pure silence
of beauty falling
in the stillness
of the great
endless
expanse
..
the history of days
for me
begins & ends
with jude
her joy
her laughing
eyes
her loving heart /
..
yes
& this world of ours
a chaos of desires
& needs
supposedly held
in place
by iron clad
laws /
what do you say?
..
at the continental club
in Austin Tx
right now
there's three drifters
at the bar
(larry jack & me)
some truckers
playing pool
& a fool
who is about to be
shot
the barmaid
has just called
the cops
(this event repeats
randomly)
..
welcome to
the hotel victoria
there is a move
afoot
to let the guests
check out
/ on the other hand
in the lobby
a couple of ex pms
arguing for
the greatest
suffering
for the greatest
number
..
outside
sweeping grey
rain
the foothills
of the strzelecki
ranges
the odd & marvellous
truth is
you can make
any point
the ground of all /
& yes
there will be issues
of consistency
& deductive neatness
yet
depending on
your bent of mind
everything
will proceed
as if /
and so
this rational game
a joke
we play upon
ourselves
knowing / full well
nevertheless
old west
a stetson hat / on the stand(s)
with dignity / the beauty
of content = form /
/ cowboy boots in the corner /
facing away / ever ready /
supremely confident /
stillness
as the meditation / (shared
motion is imperceptible)
Galileo / & the gift of
anamnesis / (& necessary too)
for how would it be otherwise?
in the distance thunder /
an unsettled spring day /
even so
I am in space & time /
without reference
I do have pretence &
therefore / knowledge /
only the history of what
has been proposed /
things exist / & they
do not / question
this jagged glass
past /
remembrances
my inner eye /
is turned to
with no warning
I will not
review or rewrite /
or allow
contamination
of
the focus now /
on this day
the pain
& the absurdity
words that hold
still /
(ghost syntax)
the joyous voice
& laughing eyes
how can you possibly
describe
the nature of
the full ramifications
of
a smile /
except to say
it defies
the natural horror
of being /
(always behind
the perceptual screen)
and transforms dirt
into
the sun's essence
light
there just is nothing else
to go on
appearance /
you cannot see what
is not manifest
by all means imaginate /
theorise / spec
ulate /
(here
you make apparent
by the action
of proposing /)
also
change of place / time
yes
the action of eyes /
renders any image
obsolete
and this is the def
shifting focus
as if there is
an
unchanging
(we persist)
(hank) 3
the eyes behind
the wind
electric
intelligence
(trouble
at the centre)
the mountain
is evil
heart torn
railroad lovin'
road kill
bleeding
banjo dancing
into / out of /
a dream of
hell
frank (lovece)
certainly
in the
indeterminacy
structures
are given
a run
.
the basis or
reason for?
I say
whatever
is said
by whoever
whenever
(that's the range)
so
.
explanation
is what we do
=
the occupation
of space
and time?
markings
on the ground
or
(the way of trees)
.
behind all colour
(the colourless)
how else can it be?
.
syntax
is the game
is the action
(without sound)
and forever
reshaping
trackin’
every
if
walkin' /
desert (red)
time (less)
I &
trees lined
up / shakin'
any capture
lost w/
the motion?
the motion
movin' 2
still (ness)
girl hips
defy
mind
stamps /
(no out
side obs //)
physical
the reach /
we are
the gods
pro
ject
ing
you need
the absence
of
horror
(that's all)
yes
the infinity of signs /
their forms /
is all we sense
& think
stillness /
the gift of time
to human eyes
we live in endless
intricate
mathematical
constructions
continual
creation
without touch
to groundless
ness
March
girl voices
silver birds
flying
a pure blue sky
the endless
embrace
jean genet’s girl
that keen intelligence
of bright eyes
(yes sweetheart)
a background
of galaxies /
is just what it is
however described
from whatever angle
C
.
we ramble in possible
worlds /
it is the nature of
joy
still /
the diamond heart /
regardless
of the motion of
shapes
.
there is no penetration
only
restatement
poetry
the inexhaustible /
creation
of light
.
in sth sudan
black ghosts
at war with
black ghosts
.
I have no
explanation
for who I am
what I have become
or why
.
the best I can do
is
reserve
judgment
& watch
w/ clear eyes
the traffic
of days
.
it is the place
of desert
knowing /
only wraiths
&
spectres
out of dust
14.56
in order to
deal with /
the possibilities
of pain
I have had to
stretch my vision
further and further
beyond
the contingencies
of experience
(daily dealings)
& place myself
in the endless
domain
of unknowing
just before dusk
this light
is pale-ing / diffusing / distracted /
unsure
fever like & losing
its world /
of trees
of fields / of hills ...
& the eternity behind
untouched
(the deep unknown)
I am /
of this light
I am
of this world
turtles
poor little fuckers
like us
didn't ask
to be here
or have a choice
of form
or function
just an existence
slow walking
in time
for no reason
to extinction
gurrumul
in your voice
the chanting
the smoking
ceremony
blue sky heaven
red dirt world
black spear men
& black girls
dreamtime
ghosts
in rapture
dancing
the song
of the serpent
yes
don't be trapped by words
these logical figments
that shape
vision thought dream
& every action
the real knowledge
is before
the onslaught
or / in the silence
between
every lover
knows
before the velvet hour
time
is broken
in his
eyes
& she
can only
walk
backwards
(stick figure
staccato)
thru dream
curtains
flowing
w/
breath
she walks to quick in black tights
decent people
everywhere
& don't be fooled by
confession
(Augustine
was a head kicker)
be aware
the careful heart
the underlying
is what
is not said /
(and you talk about
infinity?)
nola forgets
/ and as for
the dead & gone
who doesn't envy
the simplicity?
southern cross
a long piece of standing
before the purple
cylindrical column
no smoking
God is red w/ a blue stripe
undercut with white
hiding in a grey / yellow
airport hanger /
the essence is diffusing
into / and out of
every pair of legs
walking
I didn’t catch everything
I didn't catch everything
it was always just
a reach for
the beauty
that could be found
& unbound
in a tangle of
words
like the tangle
of limbs
the passion
the inspiration
the construction
the accident
the release
and of this need
I have no idea why
I am tired of analysis
of reasons
& the fabrication
that is history
weary my friends
still the precision
in search of
essence
scientists
philosophers
poets
lovers
every man & every woman
on any street
with each moment
of awareness
stop.
the snow is falling
the purity of light
a beautiful voice
lost in silence
avenues & flowers
(for eugen gomringer)
the poem
says nothing
syntax in emptiness
semantics
the interpretation
of the symbol
whatever
you bring to the table
to the feast
the infinite possibility
of meaning
the wandering of souls
or how to catch
a shooting star
the poet is the blind
beggar
on any street corner
waiting
the rapid approach
& (gentle hearts) /
a miracle / (frankly)
in the face of
.
/ there is no accident
the essence holds
.
we fall through
eternity
reaching for
fragments
.
the mirror broken
we start with renditions
yes /
I will give to your eyes
the unknown
you recreate &
manufacture
into
a variant of
the world (as it is)
in the flow
of time to space
the moment
in moments
surrounding
only the histories
of awareness
a virtual infinity
way back to
nothingness
where the air is clear
TRUE BREATH
& the question
something essential
behind the changing?
you would think
it’s in everyone’s
grasp
yet no one can say
pin it
ok
unto thee
(jessi colter: piano & vocals)
/ the object view
essential to
individuation
(the subject)
the eyes
seeing out
/ & the inside
what is not said
we are given
the grace
of time & space /
& the imperatives
mixed
there is no law
behind
simply
the possibility
of now
a stable uncertainty
to the touch
permanence
the reach
of desire
& of course
structures made to
fend of
the disintegration
the walking away
from the homestead
psalm 75
fields of corn
singing
in sunlight
& the righteous
man / woman
standing
at the centre
forgiveness
a winter’s day
madness
in the passing eyes /
walking
on Euclid's axioms /
the dreaming
hapless
in defiance
a to b
a to b
is all it is
the dreaming
in between
bitter moon
I am given to
the heart of things
on any surface
touched
no mystery beyond
only the question
an open heart /
an open mind /
or the closing down
to darkness
trump
is there any beauty
seen
in his eyes
in his heart
or is his world
just a grey theatre
of action & reaction
with only
the possibilities
of triumph or
defeat
determined by
a harsh action
a cruel thought
the loudest voice
a gesture of
disregard?
yeah so despite everything
he was thrown
into a vat
of dark chocolate
orange
.
("Mr Spitzberger
has died
I do not think
it is funny")
.
the important
word is
ORANGE
.
at least 4 boys
have left plato's cave
(update: 8)
.
reflections
come & go
(the wall
is the illusion)
.
we are all shadows
bright or
dark
.
discordant people
strange universes
.
within the frame
(everything
is out of kilter)
.
every
intonation
a unique
sound /
signifying
nothing
(that's the rub)
.
centrifugal force
is all that holds
you together
.
you don't have
a choice
relax /
.
gravity
is ground
zero
(that should be
enough)
so stop
the tick-tock
.
& does the old
testament
tell you anything
different?
.
there is no one
to thank
& nothing to be
thankful
4
(who would have
thought?)
.
we just reach for
& need love
to love
&
to be
.
(forget the rest
it is just
the confusion
of context)
.
spatial
co-ordinates
(necessary
constructions
against
eternity)
never quite
right
tho
.
(things still work)
I don't know
why
.
the cloud
of
unknowing
wherever
you look
.
ain't that a shame
.
Fats
@ the R&R cafe
millie
jude &
you know
who
.
(still kickin' /
well dressed
in good form /
sharp as a
tack)
.
I know what ya thinkin'
there's no justice
& I agree
it's just a fuck-up
call it
luck
I back off these days
I have no truth
to tell /
the others
I leave
to their own
machinations
I don't
assume
a pre-eminence
I have only
the value
given to me
& I take that
with a grain
of salt
rumi in the agora
thinking
maybe
it's the silence
between
people
that is
the connection
broken
with words
to jules
you're softer now
gentler
your eyes
are loving & kind
but remember
where you came from
what you came from
who you were
people in addiction
& in recovery
are hard
vigilant
determined
resourceful
perceptive
& sharp
so don't forget
what you learnt
the skills
of unmasking
deception
of surviving
in a war zone
of dealing with
the devil
you are
in a different place
now
nevertheless
don't be blind
to the dangers
there are liars
there are con artists
heart scavengers
don't be taken
taken for a ride
you already know
where it takes you
you know
how it ends
truth & lies
it is a question of
persuasion
propaganda
power
(of whatever kind)
seduction
by whatever
means
pray
the old doctor
told me
pray
even if
there's nothing
there
pray
my father
in my heart
at its centre
my dad's eyes
the brilliance
of his love
travelling
the patterns
the sensations
at my core
the fix
stability
through time
the necessity
made
contingent /
on the run
& so
I wander in signs
& symbols
in the translucent
forest of dreaming
constructions
& the need for
foundation
in every action
(the need
is the foundation
it is the passion
for being
the exhaustion
of living /)
the situation is
hopeless
nevertheless
we find joy
unexpected /
unexplained
a metaphysical
relief
in the silence
between words
spoken written
however represented
the secret place
we all discover
perpetually
/ & against this
the hapless reality
of one place / one face
one state
physical / mental /
emotional
to another
the wind is cold
the leaves are dying
& today
there is no
sun
she
(for peg)
a spirit
ever flowing
who's eyes are
the blue
sky
the darkness
never
descending
(in her
small frame
the world
is born
& dying
each day
& night)
in this garden of
beauty
(untouched
& forever)
birds
speak & sing
the hieroglyphic
of delight /
in the time of extreme prejudice
you probably don't see it
coming
in your eyes /
just try embracing
the opposite
/ or step out of
your
point of view
leave the group
stand
alone
in the street
think
without
the net
what happens with intimacy & people (a look back)
the vision is endless & open /
in spite of obstacles
one can endure great suffering
and in this endurance
forgiveness & renewal
(reincarnation /
the theory of forms)
when it ceases to exist
& there is always a question
(no fixed point
in motion)
there is no argument left
though arguments
may still play
as when you hear
& listen to
the echoes
of the dead
the red caravan
in a stillness /
we are told
/
relative to
a perspective /
as if God
is every
point of view
when all
is said
& done
(now there’s
a thought)
.
parmenedies
or
heraclitus
=
(nothing
to be said)
the world
as given
true
.
space & time
variables
proposed /
for
reference
here
& now
the essence
on display
.
you can (& do)
live
outside this
picture
(the infinity
of infinities)
without
any commitment
to
an atom
or any other
fiction
proposed
.
(brackets)
determine
the length
of breath
the rest
) the world (
is open
to question
——-
delight
.
another Spring
the seemingly
endless
cycle
.
I am just this:
a function
when stripped of
pretense
reason &
its off shoots
without
description
bare
.
the clouds
are dreaming
the fields
fresh
with rain
how would we do
without
blue
without green
and a white line
to forever /
.
I do this
marking
as if
there is meaning /
as if
there is
reference
and in so doing
make it
true
(that is the best
that can be
said)
re:
possible
worlds
.
it's the days
of wandering
carefree
in the sun
young & strong
with no
direction
known
.
&
the gift
of
being
touched
by
beautiful
eyes
all through
the years
.
there can be
no
regret
small woman with sun glasses
the reason is /
indiscernible
& really just a prop
for integrity
that vagabond
from town to town
every beggar’s
pretence
this
you already know
serious souls
miss the point
the grand facade
necessary
& laughable
children
running about
chaotic / with glee
have figured
it out
o the loss
time
never fails
to run
down
STANLEY
was his name
construction
was his game
a bleak day
september
song
painting in flat black
& tell me
why the jump
to the world?
hey
everybody
does it
enough said
(no argument
from this point
on)
ROAD CLOSED
still
there's always
one
who won't
STOP
turn back
let's call him
JIM
.
yeah
talk about tough
philosophers
play for keeps
even little
weedy guys
like kant
& a j
ludwig's
strange walk
(plato
carried
a glock
nietzsche
a razor
in his left
boot)
I could go on
it's a take no
prisoners
capper
not even God
got out alive
.
what's it all come to?
but image
on image
we fly through
space & time
the dreamscape
is just whatever
we find
or
become
& history
of necessity
to be
forgotten
who can carry
the load?
the horrors
.
the flat black beauty
of syntax
from
empty characters
the world is
given
form structure
content
a voice
in silence
& in noise
& we are made
in this ever-changing
chaos of order
.
only
the uncertainties
of
existence
or not
& the knowing
it all folds back
to absence
.
& separate
hearts & minds
souls
flying through
objects /
there is nowhere
to go
& so
every point
the destination
true
and of this place
no one can grasp
encompass
with thought /
we have fallen
to minuscule
entanglements
as if in retreat
from the space
to survive it
the never never
the spirit / dust
we abolish it
in petty eternals of
dispute &
small mindedness
the great &
passionate
shrinkage
little hatreds
against
little hatreds
(some think
light the sky)
old political feuds
their only energy
regurgitation
& the media
a vicious circle
within
a vicious circle
bitterness
at the heart
it is not
the futility of
existence
just a burrowing
into
an inwardness
an ordinariness
that is
recognisable
in each other's
walk
& talk
the infernal
argument
to defeat
the silence
a black bird flying into space
the landscape /
the geometry
the fixture of eyes
hands etc.
solid in biology
& the healthy mind
regards
as true
what could be
false?
our interactions
a given
indeterminacy
the play
of hearts & minds
only expectations
disappointed
unfulfilled
and the fact of
pain
the mark of loss
of strength
& inevitable decline
and so
against
harsh realities
we imagine
possible worlds
alternative realities
truths
that withstand
space & time
& the eternal winds
of change
everywhere
thought lines
structures
ideal machinations
can only be
/ deduced
from what is made
in matter
we reach
not with hands
but ideas
we love
not with bodies
but with souls
impassioned
out of nothing
life
the world is flat
and still
& we are of
the surface /
the internality of
consciousness
the deception of
depth
& meaning /
the full catastrophe
of indeterminacy /
against
the appearance of
an objective field
'the world is my world'
& yours & yours ....
without beginning
or end
a timelessness /
our lives
defy
an endless flow
the inter-relation of
shapes / minds
shifting motions /
colours
the true art work
is never stable
even the frame
& foundations /
an uncertain hold
we manufacture
stability
(if not permanence)
& probability
the game played
against
the unknown
there is joy in this
& terror /
& that body
traversing the street
a history of
contingency
that is all
there is no appeal
to true /
no ground to stand on
that is not corrupt
or dream that will not
wither
in its conception
even so
we proceed /
in a cavalcade
of illusions
(dark & bright)
necessary
& essential
to any day
or night
bourke st
three passers by
were stabbed
one died
& he
who died
was a gentleman
a well-loved man
a good man
the facts
are blank
theories
will be proffered
(the usual suspects)
however
no
interpretation
no understanding
will
explain or account
for
the atrocity
the murder
& the police
shooting
in response
we will not
get a hold
on this terror
on this horror
on this loss
& we are left
reeling
unbelieving
lost in sorrow
lost in anger
& as defenceless
as the dead
I got a train sittin’ waitin’
my passions I fear
have lost
the iron grip
of desperation
& I think
reason's reach
admittedly
a background action
has corroded
their hold
(still
the usual suspects
loiter)
however the ground
is flat
colourless & silent /
actually
a place of peace
existence
before
characterisation
being
in the absence
of illusion /
at least
at this time
on this day
in the year of
red dreams
the great mind
in every action
(trees in the wind
a sign
yes) /
& we
scattered loci /
eyes / hands / feet
bods
in /
motion against /
background
of
uncertain
fixture
there is no grip
or /
vision from
an out
side
bunker
or hotel room
no 60
we are the gods /
if gods
you want /
(who can stand
the dissipation?)
no glory or
right way
that is the
path
either / or
the ethereal
construction
of
number
systems /
translucent
worlds
resolving
dissolving
(an eternal
action)
the infinity
of
maps
the son
I am western hard
& stripped down to
skin bones & boots
logic is the game to play
against the confusion of
hearts heads & eyes
that will not / cannot
be sharp to stillness
new specs
anxious dark eyes
a traffic of red legs /
do we colour
or is it coloured
anyway
how would you know
this industry of bodies
the ever passing
parade
you might think
has meaning / if so
what
& will anything do
in answer
at rest or in motion
a point of view
(to be fashionable
a la albert)
but where is that
and at what o clock
& who is to say
I am fading into the
metaphysics of
spinoza (with nothing
better to do)
it is the blood that
resists
it is the bones
that succumb
(a question mark
at last)
the world is a broken heart
fence posts &
dreams
the pretence of
truth &
justice
in the hands of
the privileged
& wealthy
how long can we
tolerate
the corruption?
& people battle
the uncertainties
& even so
there is goodness
immaculate
joy /
with no transaction
eyes
drenched with
the colours of
the world
.
& there is forever
the spirit
reaching beyond
stone & sky
the madness
of being
essential for
sanity
you cannot be
fixed to
co-ordinates
mathematics exists
to be defied
rewritten
in each thought &
act
of vision
forget
the background story
it's only there
as fallback
until you launch
again
& again
no end
every prayer
an answer
.
I have lost count
of everything
the numbers
have dissolved
this folly
of being
has no substance
as such
countless accidents
is the law
& we try to defeat
the fact
with knowledge
science
texts purporting
essence
plato was a fool
or like descartes
a con artist
.
I should leave
at this point
walk away
& say my best:
love
& suspend
judgment
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