In’n Out of It.

May 17, 2008 in 'I'

This is precisely my understainding, that the ‘I’ was sheered in two, before I knew it.  Everything, that is, for this ‘I’ is doubled.  It’s not that there is simply two sides to everything, no, what I mean, is that everything is doubled.   There are two repetitions, there is the outward and inward pull, [...]

I just can’t . . .

May 11, 2008 in letter

It’s morning.  I don’t have the time to write.  So much to do, why am I sitting here?  Why write about my day, the day I don’t have time for.  A day with a schedule I forgot to make.  I’m trying today, one with reasons, to say, “Today.”  Then I get these feelings, to just [...]

Of No Singer, at all.

May 10, 2008 in letter

October 5, 2007– Podington Bear releases “Hearts Afflutter.”  The song begins with a fitful double beat.  The atonal chords sweep far and the bass pumps, only so much.  Then, the slow dissonance of hovering melancholy suffers to reach the key, to open the door.
Love fumbles into the opening, with everyone watching.  The space encloses, the [...]

What is. No, this.

May 10, 2008 in letter

Is it really disclosure, and not, the loosening of being?  As if the bubbling of a flower were excess.  What painting cannot describe, and music comprehends, is the game– the secret.  How the excess is a fruition of the sensorium, the roots shaken from the categories.  The being which exceeds prematurity is non-other than words, [...]

Weight-Watchers

May 8, 2008 in brushes

I’ve begun to believe in dead weight.  I’ve begun to think about the weight of words, I suppose.  Or better, letters, since  letters are divisible.  And since everything heavy can be broken,  these words we hear are just bodies colliding.  I’m unsure, but I think these words are deafening.  That is, they are dead weight, [...]

Your Tex-t.

May 7, 2008 in letter

And while you debate whether you’re half-full, we drink to keep the peace and suffer empty crystal.  And indeed while you debate whether you’re half-full, I see the condensation building—to tell you, you are full.
Raising to drink to each other, while we keep our little secrets, you peer into the mirror to find yourself emptied—to [...]

Excuse Me, directions please?

May 7, 2008 in letter

You know I never wanted to use so many words.  I didn’t even want to tell you.  I never wanted to spend your time, I know you valued more than life.  But, of course you already know, I am and I suppose I did.  That’s why you left, right?  Like I told you last time, [...]

Head Wind, picking up.

May 5, 2008 in Uncategorized

Riding alone, how sweet.  Within impending gray and fears unable to see, like dotting scenes of a script to cut between.  And if cautious enough, and slow to watch, your favorite parts might remain.  Like the cuts that make the ending.  I now ride into the night to make the ending I’d always dreamed.  She [...]

My empty Seat, while waiting.

May 4, 2008 in letter

“Please come and see the show,” she said.  But how was I suppose to know.  When riding there, I suppose.  When the lights flash and signs come.  That is, in reminding myself of where I am.  I am alone, I remind myself.  Cry, to see.  Hurt, to feel.  Nothing is watching out for me, like [...]

These Listening Years.

May 4, 2008 in letter

One memory overcomes me.  One rides over me.  When I leave myself, alone, for dead. When only time, my energy finally forgets something other than this?  Did you see the potential within me?  All energy curled inside, love?
Alone at last, I feel the ground spinning around me.  I whirl with these feelings, turning time into, [...]