[Collaborative Poetic Project Between Gali-Dana Singer and Stephen Ellis. Poems written in alternating lines composed by SE and GDS]
LATELY
AND FOREVER DEEPER IN DEBT
.
.
In
memory lives the presence of unobserved thieves of time
Pain,
penance and self-hatred are their names
all of
them dress a little too nicely
.
for an
occasion of revenge, drawing far too much attention to those
.
or why
not use its energy to attend to the making milk solids
you
might well ask in an attempt to learn the time saving technique
:
Forgiveness can bring rain, even to the dry corn-fields of Calvin Cossaboon in
1957
.
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'HONEY
GATHERERS OF MIND'
.
.
Sleepy
and sleepless are twins, like day and night
they are
indirectly connected by a third element
which is
better left unnamed for the sake of
.
feeling
the quantity of its presence
.
in the
dark and bright translucent enamels covering all the 24 hours
the scattered
colors held in abundance by the pollen specialists of love
who seem
to always forget the last letter of the bee.
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*
MUM IS
THE WORD
The
force that is released in me
is not
the one 'that through the green fuse drives the flower',
but is
of making sense of what has never been said,
like a
dance of road lights seen through a dirty windshield.
How is
that I usually hear what I should see?
In the
same way as a smell appears before a touch?
There is
a terrible shortage of life when the things of it are all given names.
OMNISCIENCE
.
.
Isn't it
mean to ask what does 'meaning' mean?
What we
make naturally, we destroy in asking 'is it real?'
trying
to narrow the field of confusion
.
Yet
letting apparent contradiction live all our lives in a secret place that is the
'double' of ourselves
.
we need
no meaning to mean us well
falling
into reciprocal worlds of not-always-equal function or force
while
the first letter of "radiance" is O.
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HITHER
AND THITHER, CALM AND COLLECTED
.
.
The
passage of time can never actually reveal itself
in the
finite forms of salt and separation
Whither
our lucid melody of love derives
.
not from
the verbal or any other auditory stimuli themselves –
.
yes, the
senses will always appropriate what remains invisible
– but
from the interaction of listed unreasons and a silent listener –
lucid
wave moving always with lucid wave
.
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IS THIS YOURS?
.
.
How different is writing on sandpaper from writing on
sand?
No difference exist: Grammar will always be just grammar
no matter who is scribbling, the letter arrives at its
destination sooner or later
.
The question is, what if 'life experience' is nothing but
a series of 'tall tales'?
.
What the answer will be? Will it be 'So what?’
The other question is, if naked in the sea, do we 'own'
our own swim suits?
The other answer will be 'Yes or no, while they contain
us'.
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ODDS ARE
.
.
No one will find out anything in this way except that
everything is [im]possible
while the key word is elusive and impish by its very nature
You can't make a potato from potato soup
.
But you can always make something out of nothing and vice
versa
.
Logic must have contact with its application, but must
have no overlap or conflict with it. 'A
priori' things have no order.
The implausible will rule the world of freedom,
for those whose sensibilities have been reduced by logic,
will be thought, rather than think.
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UTOPIA:
LET THERE BE NO TITLE
.
.
Night is
talking to you in infinity of furtive gestures
Freedom's
attention rightly belongs to the passage of all living concrete moments
Handing
you an onion and a soft touch of Eden tissues,
.
The
substance of our love is what my breathing aspires to
.
Changing
the light from orange to blinding white and then making a compromise on yellow
The
scent of your hankie is my delight, but onions make me weep
The
taste of our tears is unforgettable
.
.
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SHALL WE
GO OUTSIDE?
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.
The body
of love is a room filled with moonlight
What is
the soul of love, a window wonders
We
receive it as desire, delight that enters as surprise
.
Declares
the room full of itself to the brim, yet still the window wonders
.
over the
marvel of wondering, what purpose making a question from an answer serves
Is it a
service of love or a servitude, intervenes a chance moon ray
[Appenxix
A]: It keeps random wrinkles in our
cloths and refuses to put formal creases where they belong.
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ANY
SPHINX IMAGE?
.
.
Nightly
visits to a neighbouring aluminium fence closing a construction site are full
of surprises
for each
new dream is the blaze of reapportionment, or glory
Every
change in the city lighting brings into being a new friendly monster
.
Metrics
of separating the light from what you can see of it
.
Are not
yet constructed by the will of municipal authorities
But
moonlight will always without authority kiss the belly of every field of
wildflowers
creating
the truest of illusions, literally that of illumination.
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