A Black Sheep
Necessity the mother
..all invention,
so, imagination,
an illicit son.
Bah! an illusion,
say it might I, ay?
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
A Round (Eliot Cardinaux)
A Round – Turn, turn, turn (for the melody of Pete Seeger)
(i.e. a time for war, a time for peace, there is a season, etc.)
– ship, ghostwreck, (introduction)
song:
break , re-
build?
at the heart,
break, re-build
move,
at the heart
quotation
alas –
a
ship, break, rebuild
a song
(the melody)
- world,
- world,
return, turn, turn,
2/06 ’11
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Song (Eliot Cardinaux)
Song
Struggling
to break
come back to
switching spheres
spherical, just a shadow
of a tail
a trail,
into the monotone
swamp
it goes
here, eager
spiritu’l
trail
maybe
crazy
mor-
ib(o)und
tail
call back the old imbecile!
call back!
(the old junkyard tale)
2/05 ’11
Friday, February 4, 2011
Burdens (Sean Ali)
Burdens
Erase the past
Escape into the future
And from the burden of heaven
This is for your dreams and prayers
Your curses and your condemnations
Secretly wishing to see fire in the street
And smoke in the sky
This one is for the blind
Who can’t see where dawn ends
Melody eternal
Anguish and joy in perfect harmony
Melody unheard eternally
Drowning in endless monotony
Monotones murmur
Through the Milky Way
Wrapped around your hips
Our sorrow will ferment
In wine of rose hips
Working for spare change and lousy tips
Songs and incantations
Of desperate men in forgotten destinations
I’ve been predestined for a life of consternation
One tone slides into another
Please return to your cross
For a demonstration
Of the manifestation
Of loss
Erase the plot
Forget the story
And the relentless burden of history
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Climate (Eliot Cardinaux)
Climate –
slow, still, cold
a radiator,
heat, light and vacancy.
lonely lonely lonely lonely
mica walls, shiny water wall,
slowly falls
only only only only
daydream, slipstream,
gardenia petal
on the wall
slowly slowly slowly slowly
see a green
moving planet
on a stream
on a dream.2/03 '11
Thought of Egypt
Thought of Egypt
Distraction,
free flow into another room
with wide open
windows, frost on the edges.
Left home when the mob
started breaking,
always late
I made an arc to fill the
sky,
dark with dreaming.
Saw a fly, on the lightbulb,
exacted its meaning,
something like pencil shavings,
disaster miniaturized
like a ship that’s
breaking
from the shore –
I recognized that feeling,
like an arm in the air,
an Egyptian greeting,
a kiss on the cheek
where the soldiers may be shadows,
keeping them dreaming.
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