Monday 16 December 2013

5. And Then?



This is what you do – isn’t it?
Don’t you pick it up & carry on?
Where else would you take it to but here?
And what do you expect from this then?

Why isn’t this shut down as pleasure?
Isn’t this wavelike repetition much too formal?
And why the fuck the fighting stallions then?
Aren’t you here dark & lost again?

Why doesn’t the outsideness press in more?
How come this heap of stones is the world?
And is just whatever comes good enough then?
Is that the wound you’re talking about?

Are all these ridiculous people really lovable?
Didn’t they turn some world into this heap of stones?
Why the fuck do you carry on accepting this?
And isn’t that wound what you are then?

Sunday 15 December 2013

4. To Heal & Hold



to shut down at last
         this pleasure
           grow around
         this
             other
             opening some
             little bit
             sufficient
             formal like a wave
                                    it
  grips & bites
                               see the fighting stallions!
                               some dappled
                                    dark & lost
here!                                    we may be
                                    dark and lost
an outsideness
some map of what it isn’t
unfigurable                         a heap of stones
                                    a heap of words
and                ?
      out of it
    a world                         whatever comes
                                    to be just
 let’s open all our hearts
 wound unhealed or held

Saturday 14 December 2013

3. The Joyful Message



OK then let’s open all out hearts
to a world welcoming whatever comes
and after that? oh really, this is so mysterious
unfigurable & blatant, yeah, a heap of stones
an outsideness that closes us into the necessity of fun
here! bouncing about in borrowed clothes we may be
or splintering in city light or some dappled glade
that’ll last us until the garrotte grips & bites
shutting down to engrave our last entoptic patternings
multifarious & formal (like a wave or dancing bear
 
oh this is a dear little bit of our universe, yes?)
if I don’t know any other, please tell me more
how our shared illusions enmesh & we grow around
our damaged hearts may heal & hold

Friday 13 December 2013

2. At the Beginning, Again



& here we are
all of a sudden
in this new land
playing like little kittens

Petrus means the stone
a cruel bomb exploded
modern life’s conveniences abound
time to write now!

and what comes after?
sunshine, sun and rain
fluffy clouds bubble up
being human ain’t everything

you could end this
could end it now
you won’t will you?
dumb like a stone

pietro duro e brutto
I love this language
sunshine bouncing off cars
time dilation for ever

borrowed clothes, big strides
money in my pocket
wearing my lucky coat
howl at many fashions

poetry is a relief
not to resemble oneself
light bounces bright & low
did I invite photophobia

at this it comes
shaking out gory locks
I didn’t imagine it
the end of days

the little bears play
I like their music
nearly time to stop
the light bounces too

any wave will break
let it all bounce
we’re near the end
just ask which one

Thursday 12 December 2013

1. D10 HUM



Here, in this world
first play
then a wait

Cock of ages
crow for me

The people who would come after
would not be real

You could end this at once
                      - or

Questi frammenti . . . certo, ed anche gli aforismi

He strode out in Sean Bonney’s clothes
finding then one stray tenner in the pocket
the dark neat jacket suddenly blessed
extraordinary how the mimetic functions!

“But in the case of poetry it’s often a relief not to possess that old desideratum, ‘a voice’, and not to resemble oneself.”
Denise Riley, The Words of Selves: Identification, solidarity, irony (Stanford UP, 2001), p 62

At this point in our ending
here comes the spatter pattern
– I always imagine it
don’t you?

Bouncing on the bed with bears

At this point
in our ending
a bigger crash
following thru
to backswash