Through most of this roar
Paying more attention to the book as the cavity that maintains that poetry in one place. As Joshua spoke how so many things are actually a bowl.
it was hot and harmless. / Before I burned up and rolled away, (Simone White)
In certain circles certain questions are the main event. Can an idea before the poem maintain its precarious beauty? Must the windy beach fire come first? Sometimes it is obvious who the I is.
Is it time yet to declare short sighted moving in ever warming circles. A path the first time takes longer than the next.
Distrusting the reality / Of every note. / Half - real / We blow the sentence pure and real / Like chewing angels. (Jack Spicer)
I think you are stuck on getting it. Mental and physical, I get my groceries, as in, “I get it.” I ask for you to care with one foot out the door.
I pull books down as if they were clovers. Are you sure of my vision yet?
What makes it down onto the screen as letters, words, phrasing, seems after the fact. It is the desire to filter the language that we have captured continuously. (Cedar Sigo)
Some days I wake up and completely trust things will work out. Then, I am pretty sure I am failing, falling, flailing… The roof leaks. I have not accessed every edge of the attic.
Bumper cars are made to run into each other but that is not an allowed goal. Bounce off obstructions. Be the first across the dead line. No race here that I will be gone soon for the current moment is a good baffling.
With a sentence I go forward only to double back, not as clean as a switchback not as muddled as a pile. Two pieces of bacon, a coffee and a water please. Usually 20% on food and a dollar a drink. Those nights I am a fountain of expertise.
then another time he was at my side / they stood back a respectful distance (SW)
It is easy to continue ignorance when presence changes the surrounding immediately. To say, “I have never experienced that,” is not an attempt to see passed your moderate wall. There are things that don’t make them less true.
Tye knots across mediums, the danger of learning (believing) a certain history. Similar lines haunt me always unable to remember their pair. The left side of my notebook will begin to shape the asides. Later I find lines that are similar to this time. The other ones sit together. I need satisfaction from drawing in different time and place when personal satisfaction is not good.
we scraped the / sea monsters off / the maps and / proceeded to / the boiler (CS)
it changes the way we speak, how we speak. there is something of that in here for me. I want the words dealt with rather than a goal to understand only, an easy sense has short wind. I think, at least for now to protrude like an artifice, deep red carpet in the hotel lobby, a long insulated space with no place to comfortably pause.
You begin to realize the mammoth importance of each small act. Tense arrangements make the world.
And so we walked, uneasy, wondering / If there were justice anywhere / Within this midnight city (JS)
