Tag Archives: Dream Notation

vibrant violet light

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “… neither whites nor blacks, for excellent reasons of their own, have the faintest desire to look back; but I think that the past is all that makes the present coherent, and further, … Continue reading

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fields of metastasis

ultrasound pinnacles lost in the ultrasound pinnaclesthose monochromatic ridgesstriations of organic skronk get away with your revelatory aweslide down those valleys of cancerous scree& talus fields of metastasis let us palliate the darknessfestoon it with fairy lightsthis is monstrous lustrous … Continue reading

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shadow only shadow

Here, Hear Here Here are the doldrums. Here is sickness and listlessness. Here is shadow, hear the shadow. Here is formlessness, hear the formlessness. Here the auger of an augury bores a hole— into darkness. Hear it! Here the quicksand … Continue reading

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simplicity defies resolution

Call and Response Here comes sickness. Here comes balance and counterpoint. Here comes call and response. Here comes death. The simplicity defies resolution. What I’m Reading: “we who stay in the ruins are secureagainst enemies and friends” — Richard Shelton … Continue reading

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don’t you see

The Sapling Purr Sometimes known as the naked monarchy purr is a truly remarkable little ravage. The only mediators that keep the tenets checking certain boxes and benighting surly apparatchiks. This is not intended to be confusing. It is incontrovertibly … Continue reading

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to be home

Medium-Density Amorphous The longing for home—as darkness descends & sickness and death lurk at the peripheries. The new ice—the medium-density amorphous ice. The geophony of home—how the wind howls at 212 feet elevation. It’s good to be home—wherever that is. … Continue reading

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pale ash gray

A Day Gray February (redux) Dark thought on a gray day —gray in every gradation: 18% gray card graythe ideal photographic gray of wet city streets& shards of east river gray the cold of gainsborogray rain dead-eye graypale ash gray … Continue reading

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an inky air

The Best Stuff I Read This Week “Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never … Continue reading

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nothing is true

Languor (redux) His word, his breath,Are merely synecdoche —Ephemeral. Nothing is true in the trueSense of the word. He drifts on the Lethe,Intoxicated by water that transforms —A trip into languor —And never sets foot on the other shore. What … Continue reading

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are wandering rogues

No Longer Required (redux) When Hortensio awoke his arms were on vacation. A note stated that his left arm was touring the Costa Brava, visiting the sites where Joan Miró sketched a biomorphic vision or two—while the right arm was … Continue reading

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