11.
BETWEEN 'REAL' AND 'APPARENT'
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
The main hope in
the literary arts is not
to turn up at any
.
time in the pages of
the history of it: Poetry
should remain unfinished
.
because of death in
feeling the finger of
your non-existent brother
.
reaching the incendiary
state of sheer appreciation
on reaching the summit
.
that is too high for
birds to be heard, and all
you have left is the mother-
.
of-pearl interior smoothness
of the inside of a snail -
where the vocables are
.
kept from the public except
when singing alone - along
with the interior colonoscopic
.
images Doctor Jeffrey Potter
made in attempting to determine
whether I have cancer. Original
.
occurances happen every day
in which love is a perpetual
form of uncompromising
.
Marxism trying to ally itself
with 'Oriental' authentricity
to guard against a particular
.
form of metaphysics of which
each individual is already
the center point. Bolshevism
.
simply missed the picture.
Originality within the supreme
accidentalism of daily
.
occurance has only to do with
knowing the altitude where
you and 'truth' conspire.
.
.
.
*
12.
‘The Flowering Flame of Flourishing’
[Gali-Dana Singer]
‘Just to think that the only way to temporal salvation
is not to let yourself to think,’
thought the Cockscomb flower,
using the loose analogy between
the cerebral convolutions and its own
peripheral routes of cognizance.
^
‘Problem solving can be that problematic, as you,
probably, know’, quickly added Celosia crestata
burning with secret desire to disclose
the origin of the genetic data stolen
long before the ancient Greeks
used to say κήλεος
^
Nothing is there when you look for it.
Stop looking and nothing will stop being there.
So close your eyes and wait for a kiss
coming for each three of them.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing. Got it?
13.
ALL PERVASIVE
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
'Deduced but not perceived'
but do they not work together.
always? A name is deduced
.
from the quality of a thing
that may yet have no existence
but a given name, how can
.
that be? Nature is a loose
adaptation of itself, as love
to a kiss and the reverse.
.
There are rivers that can flow
two ways at the same time.
From where I come from, we
.
call metaphor 'exact change.'
['projection cylindrique'] or
that it will happen again, many
.
times, as eternal flame felt
for as life, the pride of
a rooster's crown, or simply
.
feel it for what it is, in another
language, κήλεος, or Carthage
could be seen burning from
.
the mainland, just as 'Celosia
crestata's flames can be easily
seen on the other side of a
.
garden path. Always make
yourself obvious by hiding from
what is with no doubt inevitable.
.
An expedition requires no baggage
that you have to carry. It will
accumulate its own. Problem solved.
.
.
.
*
14.
MUCH OF A MUCHNESS
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Make yourself oblivious of the time
you are living through, living in the end times
is a too often reoccurring incident
to be much thought of. ‘You should
no more think of going to a dinner
without the knowledge of this art,
^
than you should think of going
without your shoes,’ state ‘The Laws
of Etiquette: Or, Short Rules and Reflections
for Conduct in Society’ (By Gentleman).
While the author, not given to displays
of emotion, yet giving too much thought
^
to a process of thinking, enters and leaves
a scene of unceasing action, bordering
unto the slapstick chaos, without as much
as a stime of a courteous smile or a gleam
of a gracious tear, like an unruly river,
flowing two ways concurrently
^
or even entering itself twice, time after time,
on the pretence of never being the same.
And so is love, gentle reader. Don’t call it
a metaphor, wait, don’t call it, it will come
uncalled and as inevitable as an internal rhyme
only can be in a free verse written by me.
15.
INTIMATE WORKS WITHIN WHICH TO DREAM.
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
The claim of unceasing
coincidence is a coin that is
on either and/or both
.
sides, without value. The 'end
times' keep ending without
notice, aside from the usual
.
apocalyptic presumptions,
which etiquette says we should
never leave home without.
.
Time never ends, or there is
always time enough to fool
yourself into believing that
.
you have some control over
the energies that bring love
into being as a being that is
.
buoyed by its own beauty
with which it is anyway impossible
to interfere. George Gurdjieff.
.
once tried to triple-con me
for a five dollar cab ride in
Cairo, but the hotel manager
.
finally shoo'd him away. Magic,
like poetry, is best left for
those to whom it is disclosed
.
without help in reading the menu
we each are in the process of
writing. I feel no guilt for having
.
caused a scene in the lobby of
the Azjerbaijani Embassy. The only
method to have love disclosed
.
to you is in the language that runs
through your marrow like a river
that runs in all directions into you.
.
and becomes a wet marsh in which
wilds swans slowly wander, as if to say,
of love, only you will continue to be you.
16.
OLD HEBREW SIBYL
EXHAUSTED BY THE MIGHTY SPIRIT OF THE LORD
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Wouldn't I like to tell myself a story?
But who will listen? I won’t.
Anyway the tale of the one-sided coin
was already told. The story
of the three-sided mirror
was filmed in the year 1927.
^
Then there is a romance of the Un-
sidedness, in which ‘an infinitely-sided
polygon, for example, is no longer
polygon at all – at the limit,
it has attained coincidence
or identity with a circle.
^
It embraces the whole series
of n-sided polygons precisely
by being a non-sided polygon,
a circle.’ That one still may be
repeated with a certain flair
while each surcle of honeysuckle
^
forwards anew its sour sweet fragrance
and the crumbs of non-existence
fall unnoticed through its yellowed
fingertips into the early greying air
of the late September.
But why should I speak all?
17
A CYCLICAL VISITATION
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
There is no 'was' in the measure,
for there is/was in or of no need
for any, but that had already grown
.
in place without need for template.
It is as simple as understanding of
'fire sticks' and about a 'central axis'
.
[about which I have some doubt]
although there is the issue of
the spinal column in its nobleness
.
and arete, that I suppose makes no
difference by way of being of the life
of a creature, as giving to gender its
.
status 'in the poetic' which holds on for
'dear life' by remaining in a lifetime
in an almost 'incestuous' position
.
in relationship with all that seems
more-ot-less colloquial and common
in its similar ecstasies. The part about
.
the liver is Promethean, and related
fire sticks are of little matter but to
build confidence that the 'skamba'
.
knows what it's doing as much as
natural growth cannot 'know' digressively
what it will be when 'ripe.' I'll let things
.
go obscure for a moment, not that he
wanted to be Jane Austen in particular,
but was thought by another to wish he
.
was 'the Mistress of Girton' or by his own
admission, or what the other guy said,
was, a lesbian and/or a schoolmarm,
.
just as the first blurted out in the open
air, that he would rather be a plant.
One probably gets a better education at
.
a girl's school, depending on what you
wish to be taught. The Skamba needs only
two lines from axial pole to pole, but
.
as the umbrella effect, the earth is seen
to billow out more fully with many. 'Agni'
is a flame with many petals, like love has.
.
There is no need to measure any growth in
any way but in the way it fulfills its own
terms, which are not for us to know, for
.
we ought not think in terms of the measure
of which the French Finance Minister said in
2008, that what can be measured can be
.
accomplished, after the fruit has already
been picked by the strange disposition
favoring 'aftermath.' Two plus two equals
.
'forget it.' A tangerine, peeled, reveals its own
ley lines, and its skamba or axis is opened as
you break the sections of it along its own
.
ley lines and simply consume the sweetness
as of love, whose juice runs always like
murmuring, out the sides of one's mouth.
18.
EMBARASSING QUESTIONS
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Is there a split somewhere, let us say,
between the phenomenon and the idea
in the fabric of dreams where the light
can squeeze in in an undignified manner
to enter solemnly the room of being
behind the musty plush curtain of corporeality?
^
– Or was it positioned before? Like a spacious chamber
placing itself with every possible comfort
in front of the French fire screen
where two foam-white embroidered Pegasi
romp on the shores of Perseus blue silk?
Does it really matter? – Doesn’t
^
the multitudinous dance of dust specks
starts for a chance spectator only when it happens
to be pierced by a lonely sun ray without
so much as ‘May I come in?’ or ‘By your leave’?
When I will exit the scene, must it be changed?
Whose perceptions will determine that? Not mine.
^
Then the wild guess: should not departure
be the happiest not for those who’ll go willingly
without a farewell glance, as I used to believe,
but for those who’ll look back lovingly,
deserting everything as faultlessly beautiful
as it was when they first become part of it?
19.
WHAT DOES A QUESTION ANSWER TO?
Stephen Ellis
.
Like a slip of the tongue
['belief' in the nature, of
understanding the question
.
as if on another 'archetypal
journey'], the fire chief dies
in the arms of the man who
.
owns the house he was watching
burn to the ground, for which
in steady answer to, is only
.
the unstable leap of the last flames
that finish the structure off. Fault
can never return to original habit,
.
just as 'cause' must always be
invented until another form of
trust arrives to take one to the next
.
'true thing,' as such, such as a real
apprehension of how loss steals
a new life, not from anything left
.
over, but from being left out
and refusing but to mourn but happily
with nothing but to what is no
.
longer present in the lie of having
no reason to live for exactly that.
No one needs to be obedient
.
to trust: It can't be helped, loss
in life goes on forever, and isn't
that the point? One may in fact
.
grow weary in feeling this is
exactly what one doesn't want to
look at, yet being left feeling empty
.
is the exactitude through which
corporeal love finds the dream
that is always waiting in bed for it.
20.
NO TITLE, BUT THE CRY OF SEAGULLS BEHIND YOUR WINDOW
[Gali-Dana Singer]
I remember everything
I do not remember anything
yet I remember this ‘nothing’
more precisely than snowflakes of wild garlic
more precisely than cherry earrings
more precisely than the letters ‘shin’ of their stalks
^
more precisely than not telling anyone about it
more precisely than soapy waves wash away
double names of two girls forgetting
in the white sand
the hearts of three
and all the words
^
Clam memories infer patterns
on slowly growing shells.
Lightning flashbacks repeat off-the-shelf samples
on rapidly growing shells.
Precisely as how the human brain projects
images of its own past into the future,
^
the mantle, sensing the history of mollusk’s thoughts,
extrapolates them to each new layer,
constituting the ornamental relief
of the silently glowing shells.
As long as I refuse to close mollusk’s thoughts
with inverted commas,
^
my own recollections lock themselves out
of their own case into the ocean of air,
losing the keys somewhere
in the approaching kindness of forgiving dark.
Whatever it was you wanted to ask me
may it be answered fully in its own time.
^
Whatever it was I wanted to ask you
may the answer come as a rescue
for a confused mind from a confused mind
or contrariwise.
Using the question mark inadvertently
may it never be turned against us.
11.
BETWEEN 'REAL' AND 'APPARENT'
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
The main hope in
the literary arts is not
to turn up at any
.
time in the pages of
the history of it: Poetry
should remain unfinished
.
because of death in
feeling the finger of
your non-existent brother
.
reaching the incendiary
state of sheer appreciation
on reaching the summit
.
that is too high for
birds to be heard, and all
you have left is the mother-
.
of-pearl interior smoothness
of the inside of a snail -
where the vocables are
.
kept from the public except
when singing alone - along
with the interior colonoscopic
.
images Doctor Jeffrey Potter
made in attempting to determine
whether I have cancer. Original
.
occurances happen every day
in which love is a perpetual
form of uncompromising
.
Marxism trying to ally itself
with 'Oriental' authentricity
to guard against a particular
.
form of metaphysics of which
each individual is already
the center point. Bolshevism
.
simply missed the picture.
Originality within the supreme
accidentalism of daily
.
occurance has only to do with
knowing the altitude where
you and 'truth' conspire.
.
.
.
*
12.
‘The Flowering Flame of Flourishing’
[Gali-Dana Singer]
‘Just to think that the only way to temporal salvation
is not to let yourself to think,’
thought the Cockscomb flower,
using the loose analogy between
the cerebral convolutions and its own
peripheral routes of cognizance.
^
‘Problem solving can be that problematic, as you,
probably, know’, quickly added Celosia crestata
burning with secret desire to disclose
the origin of the genetic data stolen
long before the ancient Greeks
used to say κήλεος
^
Nothing is there when you look for it.
Stop looking and nothing will stop being there.
So close your eyes and wait for a kiss
coming for each three of them.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing. Got it?
13.
ALL PERVASIVE
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
'Deduced but not perceived'
but do they not work together.
always? A name is deduced
.
from the quality of a thing
that may yet have no existence
but a given name, how can
.
that be? Nature is a loose
adaptation of itself, as love
to a kiss and the reverse.
.
There are rivers that can flow
two ways at the same time.
From where I come from, we
.
call metaphor 'exact change.'
['projection cylindrique'] or
that it will happen again, many
.
times, as eternal flame felt
for as life, the pride of
a rooster's crown, or simply
.
feel it for what it is, in another
language, κήλεος, or Carthage
could be seen burning from
.
the mainland, just as 'Celosia
crestata's flames can be easily
seen on the other side of a
.
garden path. Always make
yourself obvious by hiding from
what is with no doubt inevitable.
.
An expedition requires no baggage
that you have to carry. It will
accumulate its own. Problem solved.
.
.
.
*
14.
MUCH OF A MUCHNESS
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Make yourself oblivious of the time
you are living through, living in the end times
is a too often reoccurring incident
to be much thought of. ‘You should
no more think of going to a dinner
without the knowledge of this art,
^
than you should think of going
without your shoes,’ state ‘The Laws
of Etiquette: Or, Short Rules and Reflections
for Conduct in Society’ (By Gentleman).
While the author, not given to displays
of emotion, yet giving too much thought
^
to a process of thinking, enters and leaves
a scene of unceasing action, bordering
unto the slapstick chaos, without as much
as a stime of a courteous smile or a gleam
of a gracious tear, like an unruly river,
flowing two ways concurrently
^
or even entering itself twice, time after time,
on the pretence of never being the same.
And so is love, gentle reader. Don’t call it
a metaphor, wait, don’t call it, it will come
uncalled and as inevitable as an internal rhyme
only can be in a free verse written by me.
15.
INTIMATE WORKS WITHIN WHICH TO DREAM.
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
The claim of unceasing
coincidence is a coin that is
on either and/or both
.
sides, without value. The 'end
times' keep ending without
notice, aside from the usual
.
apocalyptic presumptions,
which etiquette says we should
never leave home without.
.
Time never ends, or there is
always time enough to fool
yourself into believing that
.
you have some control over
the energies that bring love
into being as a being that is
.
buoyed by its own beauty
with which it is anyway impossible
to interfere. George Gurdjieff.
.
once tried to triple-con me
for a five dollar cab ride in
Cairo, but the hotel manager
.
finally shoo'd him away. Magic,
like poetry, is best left for
those to whom it is disclosed
.
without help in reading the menu
we each are in the process of
writing. I feel no guilt for having
.
caused a scene in the lobby of
the Azjerbaijani Embassy. The only
method to have love disclosed
.
to you is in the language that runs
through your marrow like a river
that runs in all directions into you.
.
and becomes a wet marsh in which
wilds swans slowly wander, as if to say,
of love, only you will continue to be you.
16.
OLD HEBREW SIBYL
EXHAUSTED BY THE MIGHTY SPIRIT OF THE LORD
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Wouldn't I like to tell myself a story?
But who will listen? I won’t.
Anyway the tale of the one-sided coin
was already told. The story
of the three-sided mirror
was filmed in the year 1927.
^
Then there is a romance of the Un-
sidedness, in which ‘an infinitely-sided
polygon, for example, is no longer
polygon at all – at the limit,
it has attained coincidence
or identity with a circle.
^
It embraces the whole series
of n-sided polygons precisely
by being a non-sided polygon,
a circle.’ That one still may be
repeated with a certain flair
while each surcle of honeysuckle
^
forwards anew its sour sweet fragrance
and the crumbs of non-existence
fall unnoticed through its yellowed
fingertips into the early greying air
of the late September.
But why should I speak all?
17
A CYCLICAL VISITATION
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
There is no 'was' in the measure,
for there is/was in or of no need
for any, but that had already grown
.
in place without need for template.
It is as simple as understanding of
'fire sticks' and about a 'central axis'
.
[about which I have some doubt]
although there is the issue of
the spinal column in its nobleness
.
and arete, that I suppose makes no
difference by way of being of the life
of a creature, as giving to gender its
.
status 'in the poetic' which holds on for
'dear life' by remaining in a lifetime
in an almost 'incestuous' position
.
in relationship with all that seems
more-ot-less colloquial and common
in its similar ecstasies. The part about
.
the liver is Promethean, and related
fire sticks are of little matter but to
build confidence that the 'skamba'
.
knows what it's doing as much as
natural growth cannot 'know' digressively
what it will be when 'ripe.' I'll let things
.
go obscure for a moment, not that he
wanted to be Jane Austen in particular,
but was thought by another to wish he
.
was 'the Mistress of Girton' or by his own
admission, or what the other guy said,
was, a lesbian and/or a schoolmarm,
.
just as the first blurted out in the open
air, that he would rather be a plant.
One probably gets a better education at
.
a girl's school, depending on what you
wish to be taught. The Skamba needs only
two lines from axial pole to pole, but
.
as the umbrella effect, the earth is seen
to billow out more fully with many. 'Agni'
is a flame with many petals, like love has.
.
There is no need to measure any growth in
any way but in the way it fulfills its own
terms, which are not for us to know, for
.
we ought not think in terms of the measure
of which the French Finance Minister said in
2008, that what can be measured can be
.
accomplished, after the fruit has already
been picked by the strange disposition
favoring 'aftermath.' Two plus two equals
.
'forget it.' A tangerine, peeled, reveals its own
ley lines, and its skamba or axis is opened as
you break the sections of it along its own
.
ley lines and simply consume the sweetness
as of love, whose juice runs always like
murmuring, out the sides of one's mouth.
18.
EMBARASSING QUESTIONS
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Is there a split somewhere, let us say,
between the phenomenon and the idea
in the fabric of dreams where the light
can squeeze in in an undignified manner
to enter solemnly the room of being
behind the musty plush curtain of corporeality?
^
– Or was it positioned before? Like a spacious chamber
placing itself with every possible comfort
in front of the French fire screen
where two foam-white embroidered Pegasi
romp on the shores of Perseus blue silk?
Does it really matter? – Doesn’t
^
the multitudinous dance of dust specks
starts for a chance spectator only when it happens
to be pierced by a lonely sun ray without
so much as ‘May I come in?’ or ‘By your leave’?
When I will exit the scene, must it be changed?
Whose perceptions will determine that? Not mine.
^
Then the wild guess: should not departure
be the happiest not for those who’ll go willingly
without a farewell glance, as I used to believe,
but for those who’ll look back lovingly,
deserting everything as faultlessly beautiful
as it was when they first become part of it?
19.
WHAT DOES A QUESTION ANSWER TO?
Stephen Ellis
.
Like a slip of the tongue
['belief' in the nature, of
understanding the question
.
as if on another 'archetypal
journey'], the fire chief dies
in the arms of the man who
.
owns the house he was watching
burn to the ground, for which
in steady answer to, is only
.
the unstable leap of the last flames
that finish the structure off. Fault
can never return to original habit,
.
just as 'cause' must always be
invented until another form of
trust arrives to take one to the next
.
'true thing,' as such, such as a real
apprehension of how loss steals
a new life, not from anything left
.
over, but from being left out
and refusing but to mourn but happily
with nothing but to what is no
.
longer present in the lie of having
no reason to live for exactly that.
No one needs to be obedient
.
to trust: It can't be helped, loss
in life goes on forever, and isn't
that the point? One may in fact
.
grow weary in feeling this is
exactly what one doesn't want to
look at, yet being left feeling empty
.
is the exactitude through which
corporeal love finds the dream
that is always waiting in bed for it.
20.
NO TITLE, BUT THE CRY OF SEAGULLS BEHIND YOUR WINDOW
[Gali-Dana Singer]
I remember everything
I do not remember anything
yet I remember this ‘nothing’
more precisely than snowflakes of wild garlic
more precisely than cherry earrings
more precisely than the letters ‘shin’ of their stalks
^
more precisely than not telling anyone about it
more precisely than soapy waves wash away
double names of two girls forgetting
in the white sand
the hearts of three
and all the words
^
Clam memories infer patterns
on slowly growing shells.
Lightning flashbacks repeat off-the-shelf samples
on rapidly growing shells.
Precisely as how the human brain projects
images of its own past into the future,
^
the mantle, sensing the history of mollusk’s thoughts,
extrapolates them to each new layer,
constituting the ornamental relief
of the silently glowing shells.
As long as I refuse to close mollusk’s thoughts
with inverted commas,
^
my own recollections lock themselves out
of their own case into the ocean of air,
losing the keys somewhere
in the approaching kindness of forgiving dark.
Whatever it was you wanted to ask me
may it be answered fully in its own time.
^
Whatever it was I wanted to ask you
may the answer come as a rescue
for a confused mind from a confused mind
or contrariwise.
Using the question mark inadvertently
may it never be turned against us.
BETWEEN 'REAL' AND 'APPARENT'
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
The main hope in
the literary arts is not
to turn up at any
.
time in the pages of
the history of it: Poetry
should remain unfinished
.
because of death in
feeling the finger of
your non-existent brother
.
reaching the incendiary
state of sheer appreciation
on reaching the summit
.
that is too high for
birds to be heard, and all
you have left is the mother-
.
of-pearl interior smoothness
of the inside of a snail -
where the vocables are
.
kept from the public except
when singing alone - along
with the interior colonoscopic
.
images Doctor Jeffrey Potter
made in attempting to determine
whether I have cancer. Original
.
occurances happen every day
in which love is a perpetual
form of uncompromising
.
Marxism trying to ally itself
with 'Oriental' authentricity
to guard against a particular
.
form of metaphysics of which
each individual is already
the center point. Bolshevism
.
simply missed the picture.
Originality within the supreme
accidentalism of daily
.
occurance has only to do with
knowing the altitude where
you and 'truth' conspire.
.
.
.
*
12.
‘The Flowering Flame of Flourishing’
[Gali-Dana Singer]
‘Just to think that the only way to temporal salvation
is not to let yourself to think,’
thought the Cockscomb flower,
using the loose analogy between
the cerebral convolutions and its own
peripheral routes of cognizance.
^
‘Problem solving can be that problematic, as you,
probably, know’, quickly added Celosia crestata
burning with secret desire to disclose
the origin of the genetic data stolen
long before the ancient Greeks
used to say κήλεος
^
Nothing is there when you look for it.
Stop looking and nothing will stop being there.
So close your eyes and wait for a kiss
coming for each three of them.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Nothing. Got it?
13.
ALL PERVASIVE
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
'Deduced but not perceived'
but do they not work together.
always? A name is deduced
.
from the quality of a thing
that may yet have no existence
but a given name, how can
.
that be? Nature is a loose
adaptation of itself, as love
to a kiss and the reverse.
.
There are rivers that can flow
two ways at the same time.
From where I come from, we
.
call metaphor 'exact change.'
['projection cylindrique'] or
that it will happen again, many
.
times, as eternal flame felt
for as life, the pride of
a rooster's crown, or simply
.
feel it for what it is, in another
language, κήλεος, or Carthage
could be seen burning from
.
the mainland, just as 'Celosia
crestata's flames can be easily
seen on the other side of a
.
garden path. Always make
yourself obvious by hiding from
what is with no doubt inevitable.
.
An expedition requires no baggage
that you have to carry. It will
accumulate its own. Problem solved.
.
.
.
*
14.
MUCH OF A MUCHNESS
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Make yourself oblivious of the time
you are living through, living in the end times
is a too often reoccurring incident
to be much thought of. ‘You should
no more think of going to a dinner
without the knowledge of this art,
^
than you should think of going
without your shoes,’ state ‘The Laws
of Etiquette: Or, Short Rules and Reflections
for Conduct in Society’ (By Gentleman).
While the author, not given to displays
of emotion, yet giving too much thought
^
to a process of thinking, enters and leaves
a scene of unceasing action, bordering
unto the slapstick chaos, without as much
as a stime of a courteous smile or a gleam
of a gracious tear, like an unruly river,
flowing two ways concurrently
^
or even entering itself twice, time after time,
on the pretence of never being the same.
And so is love, gentle reader. Don’t call it
a metaphor, wait, don’t call it, it will come
uncalled and as inevitable as an internal rhyme
only can be in a free verse written by me.
15.
INTIMATE WORKS WITHIN WHICH TO DREAM.
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
The claim of unceasing
coincidence is a coin that is
on either and/or both
.
sides, without value. The 'end
times' keep ending without
notice, aside from the usual
.
apocalyptic presumptions,
which etiquette says we should
never leave home without.
.
Time never ends, or there is
always time enough to fool
yourself into believing that
.
you have some control over
the energies that bring love
into being as a being that is
.
buoyed by its own beauty
with which it is anyway impossible
to interfere. George Gurdjieff.
.
once tried to triple-con me
for a five dollar cab ride in
Cairo, but the hotel manager
.
finally shoo'd him away. Magic,
like poetry, is best left for
those to whom it is disclosed
.
without help in reading the menu
we each are in the process of
writing. I feel no guilt for having
.
caused a scene in the lobby of
the Azjerbaijani Embassy. The only
method to have love disclosed
.
to you is in the language that runs
through your marrow like a river
that runs in all directions into you.
.
and becomes a wet marsh in which
wilds swans slowly wander, as if to say,
of love, only you will continue to be you.
16.
OLD HEBREW SIBYL
EXHAUSTED BY THE MIGHTY SPIRIT OF THE LORD
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Wouldn't I like to tell myself a story?
But who will listen? I won’t.
Anyway the tale of the one-sided coin
was already told. The story
of the three-sided mirror
was filmed in the year 1927.
^
Then there is a romance of the Un-
sidedness, in which ‘an infinitely-sided
polygon, for example, is no longer
polygon at all – at the limit,
it has attained coincidence
or identity with a circle.
^
It embraces the whole series
of n-sided polygons precisely
by being a non-sided polygon,
a circle.’ That one still may be
repeated with a certain flair
while each surcle of honeysuckle
^
forwards anew its sour sweet fragrance
and the crumbs of non-existence
fall unnoticed through its yellowed
fingertips into the early greying air
of the late September.
But why should I speak all?
17
A CYCLICAL VISITATION
[Stephen Ellis]
.
.
There is no 'was' in the measure,
for there is/was in or of no need
for any, but that had already grown
.
in place without need for template.
It is as simple as understanding of
'fire sticks' and about a 'central axis'
.
[about which I have some doubt]
although there is the issue of
the spinal column in its nobleness
.
and arete, that I suppose makes no
difference by way of being of the life
of a creature, as giving to gender its
.
status 'in the poetic' which holds on for
'dear life' by remaining in a lifetime
in an almost 'incestuous' position
.
in relationship with all that seems
more-ot-less colloquial and common
in its similar ecstasies. The part about
.
the liver is Promethean, and related
fire sticks are of little matter but to
build confidence that the 'skamba'
.
knows what it's doing as much as
natural growth cannot 'know' digressively
what it will be when 'ripe.' I'll let things
.
go obscure for a moment, not that he
wanted to be Jane Austen in particular,
but was thought by another to wish he
.
was 'the Mistress of Girton' or by his own
admission, or what the other guy said,
was, a lesbian and/or a schoolmarm,
.
just as the first blurted out in the open
air, that he would rather be a plant.
One probably gets a better education at
.
a girl's school, depending on what you
wish to be taught. The Skamba needs only
two lines from axial pole to pole, but
.
as the umbrella effect, the earth is seen
to billow out more fully with many. 'Agni'
is a flame with many petals, like love has.
.
There is no need to measure any growth in
any way but in the way it fulfills its own
terms, which are not for us to know, for
.
we ought not think in terms of the measure
of which the French Finance Minister said in
2008, that what can be measured can be
.
accomplished, after the fruit has already
been picked by the strange disposition
favoring 'aftermath.' Two plus two equals
.
'forget it.' A tangerine, peeled, reveals its own
ley lines, and its skamba or axis is opened as
you break the sections of it along its own
.
ley lines and simply consume the sweetness
as of love, whose juice runs always like
murmuring, out the sides of one's mouth.
18.
EMBARASSING QUESTIONS
[Gali-Dana Singer]
Is there a split somewhere, let us say,
between the phenomenon and the idea
in the fabric of dreams where the light
can squeeze in in an undignified manner
to enter solemnly the room of being
behind the musty plush curtain of corporeality?
^
– Or was it positioned before? Like a spacious chamber
placing itself with every possible comfort
in front of the French fire screen
where two foam-white embroidered Pegasi
romp on the shores of Perseus blue silk?
Does it really matter? – Doesn’t
^
the multitudinous dance of dust specks
starts for a chance spectator only when it happens
to be pierced by a lonely sun ray without
so much as ‘May I come in?’ or ‘By your leave’?
When I will exit the scene, must it be changed?
Whose perceptions will determine that? Not mine.
^
Then the wild guess: should not departure
be the happiest not for those who’ll go willingly
without a farewell glance, as I used to believe,
but for those who’ll look back lovingly,
deserting everything as faultlessly beautiful
as it was when they first become part of it?
19.
WHAT DOES A QUESTION ANSWER TO?
Stephen Ellis
.
Like a slip of the tongue
['belief' in the nature, of
understanding the question
.
as if on another 'archetypal
journey'], the fire chief dies
in the arms of the man who
.
owns the house he was watching
burn to the ground, for which
in steady answer to, is only
.
the unstable leap of the last flames
that finish the structure off. Fault
can never return to original habit,
.
just as 'cause' must always be
invented until another form of
trust arrives to take one to the next
.
'true thing,' as such, such as a real
apprehension of how loss steals
a new life, not from anything left
.
over, but from being left out
and refusing but to mourn but happily
with nothing but to what is no
.
longer present in the lie of having
no reason to live for exactly that.
No one needs to be obedient
.
to trust: It can't be helped, loss
in life goes on forever, and isn't
that the point? One may in fact
.
grow weary in feeling this is
exactly what one doesn't want to
look at, yet being left feeling empty
.
is the exactitude through which
corporeal love finds the dream
that is always waiting in bed for it.
20.
NO TITLE, BUT THE CRY OF SEAGULLS BEHIND YOUR WINDOW
[Gali-Dana Singer]
I remember everything
I do not remember anything
yet I remember this ‘nothing’
more precisely than snowflakes of wild garlic
more precisely than cherry earrings
more precisely than the letters ‘shin’ of their stalks
^
more precisely than not telling anyone about it
more precisely than soapy waves wash away
double names of two girls forgetting
in the white sand
the hearts of three
and all the words
^
Clam memories infer patterns
on slowly growing shells.
Lightning flashbacks repeat off-the-shelf samples
on rapidly growing shells.
Precisely as how the human brain projects
images of its own past into the future,
^
the mantle, sensing the history of mollusk’s thoughts,
extrapolates them to each new layer,
constituting the ornamental relief
of the silently glowing shells.
As long as I refuse to close mollusk’s thoughts
with inverted commas,
^
my own recollections lock themselves out
of their own case into the ocean of air,
losing the keys somewhere
in the approaching kindness of forgiving dark.
Whatever it was you wanted to ask me
may it be answered fully in its own time.
^
Whatever it was I wanted to ask you
may the answer come as a rescue
for a confused mind from a confused mind
or contrariwise.
Using the question mark inadvertently
may it never be turned against us.
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