tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286814862024-02-28T13:34:38.722-08:00Solid QuarterBlogging about poetry and poetics with a focus on the New Orleans poetry community.Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.comBlogger432125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-16660183644412433652021-05-03T14:06:00.003-07:002021-05-03T14:08:22.773-07:00All Mothers are Boats<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5taGgIv3EJls6RggFhUaPbR-9gLHa5NF4k3bEWZzbW7qRhnzKcSz4KPaxO4AeIjNaAsLg20aMeb5Tcqm04ufJtOgW_Z7dQH_lGnMINSwNgTEVWY9U5b7Lh83UCF7u3mW0-1vA/s2048/EE68AD2B-83AF-462B-9803-224092B7773F.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="2048" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5taGgIv3EJls6RggFhUaPbR-9gLHa5NF4k3bEWZzbW7qRhnzKcSz4KPaxO4AeIjNaAsLg20aMeb5Tcqm04ufJtOgW_Z7dQH_lGnMINSwNgTEVWY9U5b7Lh83UCF7u3mW0-1vA/w400-h217/EE68AD2B-83AF-462B-9803-224092B7773F.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All Mothers are Boats by Herbert Kearney</div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>All Mothers are Boats </p><p><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">-For Herbie Kearney</span></i></p><p>i.</p><p>Yes, and we stood four mothers </p><p>In each direction tending the fire on the levee</p><p>Enclosed by stones set heavy</p><p>By one who loves you & gathered</p><p>Us to say good bye, howling</p><p>To the skies, rent by time </p><p>You flew from us, twenty seven minutes, she says </p><p>While she waited down the hall, machines silencing </p><p>Angel number of compassion, “for god damn</p><p>Humanity” you’d say, is what it burns down to</p><p>Our hearts flung open by breaking </p><p>The measure of any line is who is listening </p><p>Benevolent light you called them, as they danced</p><p>Near you, ejected from the sensory deprivation tank </p><p>You built - “a failed experiment” —naked and trembling, babe</p><p>Trying in one life to give birth continuously, and to know </p><p>It is the work that matters</p><p>That the work will get done </p><p><br /></p><p>ii.</p><p>the shores we arrive upon are always strange</p><p>yet feel familiar, edge of water to land</p><p>beyond death you speak, let go of hope & hold</p><p>on to faith—this ship of the dead </p><p>you gifted us, oh, we have gathered there for years</p><p>& said good bye to love that leaves too soon, & now, now</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />dreamer— we sing for you<p></p><p> shorn of suffering new born </p><p> the truth that even temporary the spark created here shifts</p><p> the whole plane of manifested life </p><p> the work we do alone is us </p><p> & trembles through the universe</p><p> & none of us, none of us leave</p><p> this threading </p><p> without shaping the whole net </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-35733469797050344712021-04-12T09:05:00.001-07:002021-04-12T09:05:53.523-07:00Ghost Birthdays <p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">Ghost Birthdays</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYOzTHGqBjxaMaTwNtmu-h1nECdCeNAfqPFkuEMGcywg2s2n9e2i5PTL2qjlsGQ11ps3jFvG6lZUcB_q-ABx0P3f3CGVZjzvsNa3l3hutIjgI4aCiMWaY1BhFZb8QlnrjKk0Z/s2048/F3E32F41-6DA2-4A84-AF21-14941787161B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1616" data-original-width="2048" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYOzTHGqBjxaMaTwNtmu-h1nECdCeNAfqPFkuEMGcywg2s2n9e2i5PTL2qjlsGQ11ps3jFvG6lZUcB_q-ABx0P3f3CGVZjzvsNa3l3hutIjgI4aCiMWaY1BhFZb8QlnrjKk0Z/w400-h315/F3E32F41-6DA2-4A84-AF21-14941787161B.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px; text-align: left;">For Dylan Burns, 1985-2014</i></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><i>No matter what it is, there is nothing that cannot be done.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">-The Book of the Samurai</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"><i><br /></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you are waiting in a field</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you don’t know who you are waiting for</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">but you know </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> when they arrive the wholeness of your life</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> will bloom</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">let me tell you what i’ve collected here: suicide</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> is not the choice to die</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">but the power to shape the days of those who love</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you, in ways irreparable</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">& what we take from abandon </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> lives on in us </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the weight of the world is grief </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> we cart around </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> loose nets of drawn time, we dip in </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">cast as stars across the universe</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> to sing sibling </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">from the crux of design the threads that carry </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">us never far </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">travel inside the auto carriers of traversed city, my love, for</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">ever is a word we pull up on the tongue without context</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">so much here convinces you to survive you must be hard </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">but this softness of our feral hearts, that drumming sound</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">ancient as the rock that floats us, this creature aspect </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">of open your palm and grasp what is given </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">this is how you swim</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the length of any river in your passing: you take in</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">and you take in, the light bouncing off the surface blinding</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">& you, a miracle told into the story, without end </p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-67110066175605313172021-03-09T12:16:00.002-08:002021-03-09T12:17:19.754-08:00There is No Home <p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLC9ylRJmuELtO3rscrGrl_yxU-e8lAQTz9B4KaYFNw0AwWuO9LEV6vi-JgkWbH9WRnCICLogKhcOESrQ5YpfgezCv1U9pGdfbse4L3HacFZZIgELumVSliB1dn3KzfoDrxPjK/s1920/1F0702A0-3F73-4B6F-9BCF-CCF8F0E4A381.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLC9ylRJmuELtO3rscrGrl_yxU-e8lAQTz9B4KaYFNw0AwWuO9LEV6vi-JgkWbH9WRnCICLogKhcOESrQ5YpfgezCv1U9pGdfbse4L3HacFZZIgELumVSliB1dn3KzfoDrxPjK/w400-h266/1F0702A0-3F73-4B6F-9BCF-CCF8F0E4A381.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />my life is channels of what i can survive <p></p><p>a song composed of loneliness</p><p>all of this searching when you know </p><p>you have to leave empty handed </p><p>without sound, we watch love fold up like a wave</p><p>& crash into memory, how can you believe in what doesn’t hold</p><p>madness was just thinking you have a say </p><p>you are an image viewed from very far away </p><p>soft & out of focus</p><p>i am the silence that comes when i run out of language</p><p>to keep me safe </p><p><br /></p><p>if you can’t find your way out of a city </p><p>is that the failure you churn into love </p><p>& how many times will you tie yourself to a sinking ship</p><p>telling yourself being unmoored is worse</p><p>than drowning </p><p>just about anyone can take you on a roof and make promises</p><p>they’ll never keep</p><p>you’ve heard this song a thousand times & the lyrics never change </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-62699088378954375812021-03-03T07:24:00.004-08:002021-03-03T07:26:32.208-08:00Snow Moon <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RTtaxBsNtQAtjDgXjDhvPJ0pTjEk0zA9WIDOeV22RC3ff06AuVKVRgvXKjoztV1Y69Q2xY0Z7oXOQAMxaky-3MZlbTrdjm9uUEebIGvuEqfdz0_dY3vB-AVc_KwhMQJwnfCX/s779/1D3F3128-2279-4F0B-BF01-5804357244B9.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="483" data-original-width="779" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2RTtaxBsNtQAtjDgXjDhvPJ0pTjEk0zA9WIDOeV22RC3ff06AuVKVRgvXKjoztV1Y69Q2xY0Z7oXOQAMxaky-3MZlbTrdjm9uUEebIGvuEqfdz0_dY3vB-AVc_KwhMQJwnfCX/w400-h248/1D3F3128-2279-4F0B-BF01-5804357244B9.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>New Orleans is a shipwreck masquerading as a city<p></p><p>it hovers, horizon of worn time</p><p>i would lay down in fields of warm settings & if the moon</p><p>says i need you, cresting the rooftops of abandon </p><p>where we travel to be able to breathe & below sea level still</p><p>high enough up & you can see the whole bend in the river</p><p>ghost barges stirring up February fog round the edges of their cut paths</p><p>call & response from the next roof over, we’re all out here leaving </p><p>something behind, write my name on it for a lifetime, for this life </p><p>folded into you, the way some of us get left out of the picture </p><p>crosses the choice that some of us leave on our own if love</p><p>isn’t what you think it is: You’ll never be as free as when </p><p>you let go of all you think you’ve learned here</p><p>asphalt shingles held us to a gripping, if you want to be inside me</p><p>under that full moon, we need to be high enough </p><p>that i can see my city, the way i tied my life to her</p><p>the way i could come up under her, a rushing of water</p><p>is where my life spooled out, a rushing of wanting to feel everything </p><p>there are types of desire that undo you, then there are types of wanting </p><p>that carry you far enough to find them— some of us live in the interstices </p><p>knowing all of this is temporary, steal what you can carry </p><p>plunder the rest </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-47811200180755978572021-02-01T15:08:00.000-08:002021-02-01T15:08:10.113-08:00Time is Always the Crossroad <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LEKc7urPZ89gw6kjgNMRCqiUACimd0MK5KAS9iEpMvcjBXc4DyqWS_G0I-gMyCYlv1RIae7wUjugcE5T1hLK4Or1VmCwTORV04cmwEHIamZIkF2drLiZsMCL81PNOkPOfC9j/s1348/EDEA3FB7-25DC-4EE0-86AD-7571F5169F00.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1139" data-original-width="1348" height="338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2LEKc7urPZ89gw6kjgNMRCqiUACimd0MK5KAS9iEpMvcjBXc4DyqWS_G0I-gMyCYlv1RIae7wUjugcE5T1hLK4Or1VmCwTORV04cmwEHIamZIkF2drLiZsMCL81PNOkPOfC9j/w400-h338/EDEA3FB7-25DC-4EE0-86AD-7571F5169F00.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>in 15 days my brother dies again, time is illusory</p><p>disasters shape language, once we were water line </p><p>now we are abandon of a season that shapes our survive</p><p>in 15 days, the city will be lost of traditions that float us shore</p><p>to shore, we who thrive in the chaos of undone for each day numbered</p><p>a costume, a song, the way we arrive at the river in droves and will </p><p>you play for me, will you dance with me, have you ever hungered so much </p><p>in your life for a city as i have hungered for her to be reborn, repeatedly</p><p>in 15 days we take the shape of mourning, i don’t know everything suicide </p><p>can do yet, i don’t know everything loss can be, i don’t know if holding ‘</p><p>together is a possibility, but here we go out on this lonely flight of what else </p><p>can we drop into those waters, palms painted morning light & for every death, </p><p>some life clings to us, or else we would have to admit we can’t see </p><p>at all. Can we admit it? Can we convince grief that timing matters, or is it true </p><p>every song cannot be unsung, so deep in the threading, is the walk we take at dawn</p><p>from the house to the river, and my brother will be there walking from our mother’s house </p><p>to our father’s where he will get the gun, will you lay me down to sleep, for every walking </p><p>wake we keep, i am never alone now. Ever i am with you in time, we travel doubly bound </p><p>find me near the shore on the morning of no Mardi Gras and i will show you how it looks </p><p>to carry all of it, angel of break, to poet is to never heal completely, for i would hold </p><p>until there is no shape, till the burns of time erase, the flood inside me sharp with learning </p><p>in 15 days, ask me what it means to crossroad these deepest pains, for that too we sing. </p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-61851975082135993932021-01-18T07:18:00.003-08:002021-01-18T07:21:50.963-08:00CRUMBS<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigz-IOe3ESKgi21bq8a4qAsGttsP8MLHrdB2wD-uBBAfYnROiRWCFt0aPPyPc6zndVzI2VjN7YM6XE-E33nVnGv95VrAdVmpwcQH4H0cJCOWjwbPEo_m7MJmhubZSugifJYKnm/s1920/B64070F3-10CD-446E-9597-DCAEAB641CFC.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigz-IOe3ESKgi21bq8a4qAsGttsP8MLHrdB2wD-uBBAfYnROiRWCFt0aPPyPc6zndVzI2VjN7YM6XE-E33nVnGv95VrAdVmpwcQH4H0cJCOWjwbPEo_m7MJmhubZSugifJYKnm/w400-h266/B64070F3-10CD-446E-9597-DCAEAB641CFC.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For those that think they are monstrous, i speak for you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Uncanny we wade, so water a trembling sign for will you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> uncaring in outcomes but i did want to be shattered </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can’t have everything and they mean it when you find </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Having traveled far to seek some answers you end up inside the box </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <i> Tell me what your wish is, little girl </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We have to suspend belief that beauty can love such horror show</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But, birdy, we fly don’t we, when loved, when you get to be one</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> of the lucky ones </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You have to remember we come from this island of misfit </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It’s not like you can just locate New Orleans on a map </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> inside you there is this breaking that never ends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I thought you could see me in all of this mess, inside this chaos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I fell a victim to this dream, that you spoke the words i choose </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Too and listen, little echo, little warbling chest space </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All my life has been less than, and less than that to hold on to</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Try to bargain even now, let it be this last time to get it right somehow </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> that merry go round moving so fast and you think what </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is real in a movie about our future selves, plastic trinkets pawned to history </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We of the B sides, the news bytes, the recycling data of gossip </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Tell me what am i surviving since love is off the table </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Whatever darkness darkens, and i am there. Wherever fate is forgotten, waves</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lap from memory and it is a thing they do, like us continuing, as if we should</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Time takes us anyway so what matter you chose never to try </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Is it true, if no one wants to hold on to you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You fly away, in one’s city, broken apart, is it true really</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> That you never really cared at all if i was here with you </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-10478985398133401842021-01-15T05:45:00.000-08:002021-01-15T05:45:53.734-08:00Carnal Evaluation <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_0jj7rKNhKOxWQM4raOa0IfxKUcMwKAAFyW3QQueDF9ajCiZBim3RYy5fj7Ytt109jbCc5HoEwu2531n6wQ3XkwnbydPPDcdjScH8jGz6Gl1IUOGdtTTOkDVV9qLhBQUtA97/s1920/0FE8319D-3954-4FF2-BD1F-489244D59042.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1280" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_0jj7rKNhKOxWQM4raOa0IfxKUcMwKAAFyW3QQueDF9ajCiZBim3RYy5fj7Ytt109jbCc5HoEwu2531n6wQ3XkwnbydPPDcdjScH8jGz6Gl1IUOGdtTTOkDVV9qLhBQUtA97/w266-h400/0FE8319D-3954-4FF2-BD1F-489244D59042.jpeg" width="266" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p> Carnal/Eval/Uation </p><p><br /></p><p><strike>I am about to make the other speak.</strike></p><p><strike>-Barthes</strike></p><p>Nor did the war ever end, i could not stop the flow </p><p>Bled out, i colored the right bright love of the red winged blackbird </p><p>Best believe in the magic of— pier roped our separate water crafts</p><p>In calm waters and spent, smeared lipstick stains cloud shape </p><p>On the interior of the mouth coverings, falling in space</p><p>Like love, garners a series of questions </p><p>Participation in the others’ hallucination of you </p><p>Line the poem with broken facts</p><p>Each heart a haunted place, be not what leaps if leaps </p><p>Confused, fashioned as monsters of old </p><p>Every tree trimmed with faces, a sadness </p><p>Always remember the brokenness i tucked under </p><p>This necessary keep: What is your allegiance to</p><p>To be an American poet, the response of the nation </p><p>If you know what you are is better than what you want </p><p>Space is negotiated by resources, the way the lines of the poem </p><p>Take the place of where we would have been real to one another </p><p>I think sometimes if you would just call my name out loud </p><p>Like that story, the whole world could begin again </p><p><br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-77789217444764716842021-01-14T08:08:00.001-08:002021-01-14T08:08:20.122-08:00Yet the Frame Held <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCQGwzz_glbrgIWNvn2nYzx7uhortzx9MWo5i2WHXFJeAmDnVo7DkzLRaCavBWjqcXI9YTvm3QjdrAf8Z7ZalO04xc9xR0IE_HVNEXgX7c7nBKV3P6oMXgqA8K6UaBY-CBDkM/s1388/CDA7B45A-551F-4205-83EB-7409DC8463C2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="898" data-original-width="1388" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCQGwzz_glbrgIWNvn2nYzx7uhortzx9MWo5i2WHXFJeAmDnVo7DkzLRaCavBWjqcXI9YTvm3QjdrAf8Z7ZalO04xc9xR0IE_HVNEXgX7c7nBKV3P6oMXgqA8K6UaBY-CBDkM/w400-h259/CDA7B45A-551F-4205-83EB-7409DC8463C2.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>When the pitch falls, who sings for you </p><p>To have a new feeling in the hopelessness of now</p><p>& no outside of nature, memory is how we keep time </p><p>Flowing, the constant and i would wait for you </p><p>Power is the dream of consciousness mattering </p><p>You take your bones out and form them into a cave</p><p>A wander in the shadow of play till we make slaughter</p><p>A normal every day entertainment and when the experiment </p><p>Goes black, what is the echo of could you pull me back, cornered</p><p>i see the walls of structure, ghosted remnants where we curled our signs</p><p>i existed once upon a story in the well of caught light, in the mornings</p><p>Of sorrow where you are not, in the burst dam of i broke through </p><p>The smallness of my own wanting, and i came here to be with you</p><p>Again and again, till the quiet overtakes us. If we write what is already </p><p>Understood, we stay rooted to this terror, i would ask impossibility</p><p>and call it love. i am asking you to architect your escape from progress </p><p>for we shall sing of things not yet come and of things of the past</p><p>we shall let the water of language wash it away. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-30120593545460222822021-01-10T07:35:00.002-08:002021-01-10T07:37:58.169-08:00Raw Towns <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsWV7RwoHk1IVOl4YTQ-R7tmAKzZyBnfuZmN9qUT1sgxUgA-CjglwmW8W48vys6KhCXcD5FsgIohmZFxzJQtScJ4Sg5MHKODUPqWBjcYFV5RMQYDWwlYtpTux-jP0e89tA-sH/s1920/FE45DAB4-5F88-48E8-8E9B-B2AC5EADB975.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSsWV7RwoHk1IVOl4YTQ-R7tmAKzZyBnfuZmN9qUT1sgxUgA-CjglwmW8W48vys6KhCXcD5FsgIohmZFxzJQtScJ4Sg5MHKODUPqWBjcYFV5RMQYDWwlYtpTux-jP0e89tA-sH/w400-h266/FE45DAB4-5F88-48E8-8E9B-B2AC5EADB975.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><i>For Bill Lavender</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p>In the heart of deep hearts, no voodoo dolls</p><p>The shape of days, the hours we met and disappear, time</p><p>So fast it takes your breath away, how you can build a city </p><p>But still be a stranger in it, the way a story of a man floating in flood</p><p>Waters in a plastic pool will image carve into the crenellations </p><p>We call recollected history, in one lifetime you will have conversations</p><p>Barely recalled and words that turn swiftly the whole course & we </p><p>Gather here, patchwork defense mirroring, look i have unthreaded </p><p>The straight and narrow paths of arrival and departure: I would bet</p><p>Infinity in symbolic play, the truth of how any art meets and stabilizes </p><p>The future namings, you were the only person who dared say it</p><p>That maybe it was worth it to abandon the safe measures of prescriptions </p><p>That kept me numbed to wanting to die, imagined the length of travel </p><p>Insanity must venture & if love is not our place than why do we come here</p><p>If love is not how we see one another, why are we paying attention </p><p>I shed every safety net designed to cage in a whisper of what </p><p>Could your mind be missing, to be set apart from self possession </p><p>Campbell says, is the point of participation in a festival, the ritual </p><p>Of disassociation masks so fine, and even in the knowing that </p><p>We wear it, we revel in the apparition of this mythic state </p><p>This state of how we crumble from fearsome field to invulnerable </p><p>Abandoned structures, the shape of belief trembled along the loose </p><p>Sounds unspoken for in any quantum reality, once there is</p><p>there is no undoing, the error of our lives was never </p><p>Sleep’s frail hold or survival in the margins, it was </p><p>Never seeing clearly how deeply the coding we designed seeped</p><p>The barycenter pulls the eye to a centered light but the burning </p><p>Of that bright, unequivocal eye is as gentle as the sound of breathing </p><p>Not to go gently, but that we do not go is the line’s off course entry </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-24586667687416356852021-01-08T08:11:00.002-08:002021-01-08T08:11:21.579-08:00Stand Closer<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmNXaqNBlq5g8i2NBEUrPh6PfTpU6qw6PTtDanOBhVY0TRU94h6rfLr44TQ2Sj6_Li1DmfqLD75EdEw21s9AnfMDUAN4-iTi16LeTUN9pDjXvF5VvNOv1NNArEnnG9vcGw74R/s1732/593A85B9-639C-4A03-B15A-EF8BB8B7C2A4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1013" data-original-width="1732" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivmNXaqNBlq5g8i2NBEUrPh6PfTpU6qw6PTtDanOBhVY0TRU94h6rfLr44TQ2Sj6_Li1DmfqLD75EdEw21s9AnfMDUAN4-iTi16LeTUN9pDjXvF5VvNOv1NNArEnnG9vcGw74R/w400-h234/593A85B9-639C-4A03-B15A-EF8BB8B7C2A4.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>i bet this place is a bone silent whistling </p><p>under stars, the vowels of time, a constant </p><p>we made it this far but not very far from where we started</p><p>from up there, the horizon is a tone less </p><p>like i sd, we’re going the wrong way driving away from it</p><p>every poem is a trying to steal, i let you wheel </p><p>turned up, i ask what i can of you</p><p>if i show you this childhood, what does it seem </p><p>neighborhood drowned but my memory sharps against </p><p>i was hungry so long in this life </p><p>held inside, does love become a burden </p><p>blunt mouthed to stop speech, the corners of this living</p><p>fold down, i do and do not see you clearly </p><p>when you say i know more people who’ve died </p><p>who wins that standing, there were more photographs </p><p>than hours and more ways to never say what we mean </p><p>if we could just stay driving and never arrive, if we could </p><p>umbrella softest bits, struck match tip, it was this need inside </p><p>me to choose burning over ever just making it home </p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-71207691173230987592021-01-06T06:28:00.005-08:002021-01-06T06:35:37.037-08:00Kiosks of No Returns<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilsh8MSV80EkaIb00LolOdpStq8-I2dCZ8iSj5kcsZAZJNKbPKZd2kMGTfl5iyR2W5SfkLREnDWO-qmCbpwKrFzbVxYzLMG-EVG7kyDAYnIx4jpSRv9uOqKbCacazPWLiV-cM/s1751/EA04C6C9-5AB4-43F5-AA58-F133C5514FEB.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1751" data-original-width="1317" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjilsh8MSV80EkaIb00LolOdpStq8-I2dCZ8iSj5kcsZAZJNKbPKZd2kMGTfl5iyR2W5SfkLREnDWO-qmCbpwKrFzbVxYzLMG-EVG7kyDAYnIx4jpSRv9uOqKbCacazPWLiV-cM/w301-h400/EA04C6C9-5AB4-43F5-AA58-F133C5514FEB.jpeg" width="301" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">Kiosk </span><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">of No Returns</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">surive</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> just about everything & you’ll end up at the mall</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">near</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> the end of the movie,</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">when</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> my grandmother died, </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> spoke at her funeral about how she was a painter and she said, you don’t paint the tree, you paint the space around the tree. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">she</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> never said that. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> am the poet & in grief, we near everything called living, we round it, do not go to places dangerous when there is a safe space to wander</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">you</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> sent me this photograph while </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> was taking a bath</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> lay there every night in this pandemic</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">terrified</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">. </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">terrified</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> of what comes next & who is </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">gonna</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> die. & </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">am</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">my</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> children, my parents, you</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">how</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> can you ask me to love</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> in this place & we don’t</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px; padding-left: 36px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">we</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> go to spaces of abandon </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 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21.600000381469727px;">o m </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">e </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">ofthe</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> f r e </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">e</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> want to tell someone of this fear but who has </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">any</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> more room to hold it whose lap can you sit on </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">& </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">say</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">, what </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> want </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">what</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> want</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">what</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> want </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">is</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> to be sure again, of why we built any of this. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">why</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> we needed any of this. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">remind</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">me</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> why we crawled up out of the swamps for this excess of speed and glutton and was it to perfect </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">suffering. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">have</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> we reached that shore yet. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">have</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> we designed it so perfectly we can’t ever go back or forward, but stay here taped off, an arrow marker to the place where you belong, and we’ve got the best prices in town. </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> </span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">you’ve</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> got to fill the frame with our obelisks and titans to consumerism. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">ephemera</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> of pleasures that filled us once. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">now</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> we are empty display cases. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">now</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> we are hand sanitizer to remind us how we broke off, our fossil beauty in beige and tan tiles for miles of smiles…. how did we know desire. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">what</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> was left to discover here. </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">we</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> pushed beyond temporary till disposal was the birth of this nation, </span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;">i</span><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"> sing of thee.</span></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Photograph by Todd White</p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">@hollarrr</p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.hollarrr.com">www.hollarrr.com</a></p><p style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 21.600000381469727px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span style="line-height: 21.600000381469727px;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-86017102806904821412020-12-20T08:49:00.001-08:002020-12-20T08:49:45.509-08:00Ghost Fog <p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioR4XQJx5z1sGmrdNb8x4hIRIsv2QGrdO08IrMidvvvJkMBbELgr6iTjKLfrpdytnngtaSfe01lSaezsNEv_N3QjSLLcE3OvyeYt0_ZukwCP3PHjSvIrhXM7usdPdAR0eNA1Gu/s1920/1D028233-8815-44CD-BEC2-EFD26D64D333.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioR4XQJx5z1sGmrdNb8x4hIRIsv2QGrdO08IrMidvvvJkMBbELgr6iTjKLfrpdytnngtaSfe01lSaezsNEv_N3QjSLLcE3OvyeYt0_ZukwCP3PHjSvIrhXM7usdPdAR0eNA1Gu/s320/1D028233-8815-44CD-BEC2-EFD26D64D333.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you become abandon itself</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">bold in the taking</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">dance upon unsafe floors knowing death</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">could arrive; it could be brutal </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">this world schemes it all into being</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you can choose to love anyone here </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">if you want to feel nothing, go to language</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">see we deconstructed of our armor </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">when your heart asks, what does it ask</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">of you, a fencing of smallest space</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the way things are predicable inside despair</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">it’s wanting to matter that opens the path</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">to you won’t, it’s inside desire</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">we find lack and name sufferings</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you can stack the board, master movements</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">sit inside your wounding, act like choice</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">wasn’t the root of all doing</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">awaken from the dream by plunging </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">into life irrationally, dying to greet you</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">the tune of survive hums for us</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">you are a man building a boat</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">on a rooftop that will never sail</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">i am the director of the movie</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">putting you in the frame</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleTallBody; font-size: 17px;">so you will live forever</p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-87965197133076350162020-12-16T16:24:00.007-08:002020-12-16T16:27:50.411-08:00Thresh: Hole <p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFo_aD12UDNjUH5aY4HOX6xIyDKiNdiRcXbLW7JyJdtIWl6FvBu3C00y-4ZtnZBBoSQw44uUgOtlOY43Sv6pksSOn73Qxc4TR9qX35jyr0uh61nb1QwBeSlG25SBW-JYghwnZ/s1920/87253C4D-FAA6-4C15-BC6B-5A76557E31FE.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1920" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdFo_aD12UDNjUH5aY4HOX6xIyDKiNdiRcXbLW7JyJdtIWl6FvBu3C00y-4ZtnZBBoSQw44uUgOtlOY43Sv6pksSOn73Qxc4TR9qX35jyr0uh61nb1QwBeSlG25SBW-JYghwnZ/s320/87253C4D-FAA6-4C15-BC6B-5A76557E31FE.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><p> Thresh: Hole</p><p><br /></p><p>stand in the sound of angels</p><p>threshing like the palm fronds we painted</p><p>& held over our dead poured into the river</p><p>wherever grief channels its narrow</p><p>coursing, there we go & are, always</p><p>at the crossroads aware</p><p> </p><p>come to me, find me untroubled</p><p>necklaces of skulls, i call each by name</p><p>must we always want to see more stars</p><p><br /></p><p>in a doorway once, we stopped</p><p>& i took a picture of the wooden seraph guarding</p><p>i thought anything was possible between us then</p><p>we swim in never imagined nows, the landscape</p><p>of survive is can you breathe, can you breathe, can</p><p>you</p><p><br /></p><p>we are dangerous in a way we rarely dreamed</p><p>now to one another, like i would sit far enough</p><p>away to feel you near me is a type of affection</p><p>to kiss is a poison, touching derangement</p><p>disordered of melody, the sound of us in the past</p><p>echoes so loud i lose sight of where we’re going</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p>12.16.2020</p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-61371065726623316422020-10-31T04:00:00.007-07:002020-10-31T04:00:00.747-07:00Love Does Not Exist <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjebOlCsQII5ig6SCh9Hzkqu-Y8BH8v8KGfV0jfDZo1C9_CeXf9n5yD2DzOej8ESuoJC0TxAFoGwFKHFER29XB5q56E8WSnggtw_02HDwbDDpIy8mYI9YyCZJl25ecq0dIzdbNz/s640/fern+night+.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="640" 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it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br />if you don't love me, it's because love does not exist<br /><br />we are never quantum fixt to another. </p><p>we are only ever quantum fixt to the ideas that trap us here. <br />and believing love is here is the net that has caught so deep we can't see how fast asleep we are. <br /></p><p></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-49243322770601208492020-10-30T04:00:00.004-07:002020-10-30T04:00:02.659-07:00Echo of Lost <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihreSRXv2UoL8vBj6HiOkRBXFDmxPwkVr89vTS-wUttbAPwk-GrAYN93BQ6mCC7RGEjdgZl1ONU-LZGEVCLdCVqEf65GG1_YfbnQejiYRtijYaPFtM4d5XmBRbA0DKZnfilPPR/s640/day+30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="640" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihreSRXv2UoL8vBj6HiOkRBXFDmxPwkVr89vTS-wUttbAPwk-GrAYN93BQ6mCC7RGEjdgZl1ONU-LZGEVCLdCVqEf65GG1_YfbnQejiYRtijYaPFtM4d5XmBRbA0DKZnfilPPR/w400-h390/day+30.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> time is a feature of our minds<p></p><p>at each moment, we are at the edge of a paradise</p><p>called now, nothing can be in two places</p><p>the mind projects motion in what is a series of still caughts</p><p>what we think of as love, continuous <br /></p><p>is error in observation: given enough time</p><p>maximum entropy will occur </p><p>it was no matter that you could never be straight</p><p>with me, could never tell me the truth of what you felt</p><p>could never say to me any sweetness in this hard, hard life</p><p>for what i imagine is everything, is more that what you could</p><p>offer, is more than what could ever exist</p><p>and inside the dreaming of the dream, it falters</p><p>to eclipse us, order is a rare phenomena falling around us</p><p>there was no before or after in this scene</p><p>it is ever lasting, i was closed my eyes against loss</p><p>i was shut down to when you left me standing </p><p>here alone <br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-26207429278992602412020-10-29T04:00:00.003-07:002020-10-29T04:00:03.082-07:00Serpah less Listen <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvL3iiBiRfPxnxREr6yvr0N_-tUaslRZcg2wyDDgTlm5Lyhhv-4UO08QkaSGyJSmKWKvABZ5XVzd6CeET2yv9y3TJTklx3IgpN4Yjq36hHc3CVdUooGruVUOSXhZhGAxJbWtJ/s640/feather+bubble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="508" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgvL3iiBiRfPxnxREr6yvr0N_-tUaslRZcg2wyDDgTlm5Lyhhv-4UO08QkaSGyJSmKWKvABZ5XVzd6CeET2yv9y3TJTklx3IgpN4Yjq36hHc3CVdUooGruVUOSXhZhGAxJbWtJ/s320/feather+bubble.jpg" /></a></div>"I am your loved one, lost from eternity" <p></p><p>-D. di Prima</p><p> </p><p>ever aloud saying imagine would you</p><p>opening wider hearing it they</p><p>city they lived tried so i </p><p>sings she ride will you</p><p>ever answer, cannot type that love</p><p>abandon share will you sorrow </p><p>algae the surface settle we need</p><p>little very beauty rely very here </p><p>know it, do of we course breaking </p><p>directly look won't & need</p><p>control blows chain of is it</p><p>miracles am i talk </p><p>wanting of long it comes birthing </p><p>hard worth desire story </p><p>ripped & not it continue to life</p><p>longing another us unfurled</p><p>make stuns emerge </p><p>one who thing i so </p><p>a that into us </p><p>girl, recall i was</p><p>a woman you make <br /></p><p> </p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-88080158820285618042020-10-28T04:00:00.007-07:002020-10-28T04:00:00.620-07:00Fire the Poem <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="640" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilae6uLWASyHcr0yIbOJOZTsgC4zOUSslQhLDAZ7wnFtzFXr0Rg3r7oUkhKGVdrwjJ488V0ud-JITh4u-WoG29-DCyJUEcH5vNi7TgT_miMkf0PWktkx1G1mdwxOUgoxmRW0Ge/w400-h306/day++28.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">who can fire the poet, she says</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but i'm quitting all the time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i wanted to retrace a cause, spool into time</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this measure of what i determined a quantum fixt sound</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to be soul to soul bound of karmic disasters or what </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">is measured as in relation, i found myself wrong</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">about more than i was ever right</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />i'm exhausted by left hand margins </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">& a departure from</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">how cute the use of line breaks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">while people die of easily preventable </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">things like hunger and poverty</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">how much longer in the charade of scarcity </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of resources and wealth is our requited participation </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we aren't taking care of one another, she said</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the day we took MDMA and voted</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i have a right to be a happy citizen </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">given that our time here is infinite</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">why all the anxiety about right & wrong moves</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we misremembered parting and departing </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a different set of codes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">the night sky partially a drowning of dead light</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but drawn as we are to a shining, we pretend</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">how many ghosts are inside us now</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i mean inside this universe and well, of course</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this climate of mean observations <br /></div><br /> <p></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-80249584761727867102020-10-27T04:00:00.058-07:002020-10-27T04:00:04.626-07:00Severed of Timing <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wPv8HhbJ8ZXVsl67PMYsdZlfEMQtFTnmmV1xbPNYcsKZlfYNj-eD-yvC96sF1jzl_auG16VyEq3vjVQ9_i7Ky-3oXa5OPxsBRuKDok79ZSLxlu-eO56GJpM7AZN8uhyphenhyphen9CBur/s640/day+27n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2wPv8HhbJ8ZXVsl67PMYsdZlfEMQtFTnmmV1xbPNYcsKZlfYNj-eD-yvC96sF1jzl_auG16VyEq3vjVQ9_i7Ky-3oXa5OPxsBRuKDok79ZSLxlu-eO56GJpM7AZN8uhyphenhyphen9CBur/s320/day+27n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">severed of hope is there's more of you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">severed of delusion, & i am [un]-ground-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">i'd rather make art between us than other shapes of control</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">madness called down so fine, the line trembles</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to be quantum fixt is a code of reunions, i architect</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">into the code with a precision of science to sound</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and what you hashtag makes it real, for here we live </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">inside a doming, a light broken as horizons</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">broken of bird song</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">god is a woman asleep in the bathtub, dreaming </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">do we have to know what we are creating</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what's the poem about. there's no</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">poem here. look at the outline </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">of make and tell me, you can't hear </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">how reality is snapping </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we became beasted, two sets of eyes </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">for every seeing, two sets of mind</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">so one stays afloat</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">one of us shores</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">equipped of light and browsing </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">pages of directions</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">what's an echo in an isolated chamber</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">but retreaded as indentations </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">deep enough to hold memory </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">if all love is the same </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">than all death must be the same</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">could you be simply here</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">you can become so untethere </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we chimed in, a charm of not </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as if not loving me could ever be </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">as dangerous as if you did</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and then what we don't know we don't know yet</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">half as deadly as what we think we know </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">that is actually unknowable</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div>i am certainly dead & what shall be <br />made of it, if we no longer fear time <p></p><p>what makes it matter <br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-31058854716433257682020-10-26T04:00:00.002-07:002020-10-26T04:00:05.606-07:00Finger to Tongue <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWPXiv5sodMeutaEc1MM2KqY8TBEEz2zclsGBvwPcN4LDwxskY9A0ZP-B_RFnzHaTxVH3SFsXgLHMoIwvne3QmADDRNB4dwGbFSh4trjHa58f0atHyXOGBm6YV3Q3VFSSbFJ1/s640/day+26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="490" data-original-width="640" height="306" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWPXiv5sodMeutaEc1MM2KqY8TBEEz2zclsGBvwPcN4LDwxskY9A0ZP-B_RFnzHaTxVH3SFsXgLHMoIwvne3QmADDRNB4dwGbFSh4trjHa58f0atHyXOGBm6YV3Q3VFSSbFJ1/w400-h306/day+26.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>it sounds ridiculous to be afraid to love someone<br />but that's where childhood gets us<br />we learn the knots of trespass so well<br />i could tie them in my sleep <br />eyes closed. i haven't remembered <p></p><p>my dreams in months. mouth of devastation </p><p>it was death that saved us. not war or money. <br />we tried to run from that fact. every person <br />in a photograph looks like a corpse to me. <br /><br />time stopped. & we are the dead trying <br />to convince me we exist. i abhor the taste<br />of when the world ends. will you climb<br />with me into the bathtub, cover me in rose<br />petals and film it for eternity.<br /><br />in the sound reality</p><p>i must ask you to relinquish expectation<br />there is only this: eternal wiring </p><p>of souls scraped in the licked grin <br /><br />i see history as a dream barely escaped<br />history as envelopes discarded<br />history as the corner now absent of us<br />lingering, history as deluded stories, so numerous</p><p>who is not a haunted body in history's dream<br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-41876823276319937632020-10-25T04:00:00.002-07:002020-10-25T04:00:05.213-07:00Dropped of Desire <p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="427" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNBqACHDafJ4ObJavkJ5xVPhkw1l1QgOwok_LUvUFT-qW29gsiRbBoqeMSI8eLm-3WXvYrvWsBX9jL159tGnftKlxTQckt-1PdI36Srz8QtTLHwMrn8_Bk-8n2K37w0dZdtdV/w268-h400/day+25.jpg" width="268" /><br /><br /></div>i'm going to take notes as we go under<br />as it capsizes<br />i'm going to small <br />in the terrible light of design<br />i'm centered on amaze<br />central to backing<br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;">there is a body in the building<br />is it recoverable<br />can you identify the design<br />of contamination, do you know how many<br />bodies were in the room prior to the diagnosis<br />of death: i am as statue. i am as prisoner. <br /><br />i am attempt of constructed misjudgments<br />this song abrasive, undone of timing<br />i would sing for those forgotten <br /><br />i was never going to be what you wanted<br />and that was hard for me to hold<br />i wanted to make it to the other shore<br />blessed of survive in how we held each otherdown<br /><br />but here we are: adrift<br />i have to let you go </p><p style="text-align: left;">i have to watch everything <br />i love<br />be taken by time <br /></p><p> </p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-83143094906279654832020-10-24T04:00:00.001-07:002020-10-24T04:00:03.809-07:00Seen through Darkly<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb2pafUa_ogls9PMW4cOwWdMjar5TxMiAI0wnzYDgrbRlEqEDpTCDRoRgJc1W70Pa_mGrNKwutu3ukDoYrhhQDOPQYXHt0bI785mAtrinyCFYLmi8O5Af0N1EzwTq7vgLudxY/s992/day+24+.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="992" data-original-width="763" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb2pafUa_ogls9PMW4cOwWdMjar5TxMiAI0wnzYDgrbRlEqEDpTCDRoRgJc1W70Pa_mGrNKwutu3ukDoYrhhQDOPQYXHt0bI785mAtrinyCFYLmi8O5Af0N1EzwTq7vgLudxY/w308-h400/day+24+.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br /> i would eviscerate any knowing of what i am <p></p><p><br />shall we archive the way we failed at being human </p><p><br /></p><p>i tired. </p><p>to keep pieces.</p><p>cohere. </p><p>to make a thing.</p><p>what is a mind. </p><p>crumbling. </p><p>fail as a photograph. </p><p>to capture.</p><p>what is seen. </p><p><br /></p><p>i watch the walls. </p><p>splatter.</p><p>if i could out this loop. </p><p>i would. </p><p>you can't hold me.</p><p>to sane. </p><p><br /></p><p>i will erase. </p><p><br /></p><p>memory. </p><p><br /></p><p>abandon. </p><p><br /></p><p>is the only word i know. </p><p><br /></p><p>for love. <br /></p>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-39069754344682255032020-10-23T04:00:00.028-07:002020-10-23T04:00:00.363-07:00Passive in Revolution <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="630" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LJibnaD1QTTFNV-fUqwHQKql0euRsgmmUdtIsXlEvphY2RviLA5IVXOkNPt_N_xKNhaYIp7X9hJFgf8xzl0SVb01H72uGWRW8-z9H-D5TzQ-YG58yxT2LZ4rOmFMBv-tV4rB/s400/day+23.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br />grief sharpens us</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">turns us into the ghosts we are<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">slap happy in the world </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">you can't survive living <br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have adjusted my expectations around you</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have retrieved the significant bytes from previous dialogues</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have attributed values to the 1s and 0s used in each string</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have typed these symbols in the text box [$#!?]</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have anonymously answered three questions about myself </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">that only eternity can hold </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have become incoherent passive in the revolution </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">as predicted by television </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have telescoped my thoughts to the smallest diameter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i am winking at you across the borders of declension </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />have you had enough water today </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />right shift + control: delete your notions of absurd</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">it's taxing to be a poet</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">in baseball season. and without. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">amidst a pandemic. or without. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">we write about the moon. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">but it's not like i really want </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to end up alone there. <br /><br /><br /></div>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-41989617739894390902020-10-22T04:00:00.027-07:002020-10-22T04:00:03.130-07:00Bite Down Hard <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMicm95o7pFl1bsKUKt-siTJhwFo6vB7ns-esq4NpEghh99UE8GUwYHTbDYDrVK4SElrY50TVx9CigHKXvzDU57BSQBXOTXSci9vgALdIcSTUK7dPH9kjWqEcpTHhTuW2i3llC/s400/day+23.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br />i imagine we ship off</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">imagine we stow away </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i imagine the barges come and go on the river</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">we stalk around undetected</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">we slippery rats among the rocks</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">our tails a dead giveaway </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">that we are alive still</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">searching borders broken </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i imagine i held my finger </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to your mouth </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">& you bite down hard enough</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to draw blood</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i am a feeding to you </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i never wanted to be rescued</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">but devoured. like any proper</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">woman i would you let me know</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">you love me </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">by removing my eyes, my tongue, ears<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">cut off my hands and leave me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">senseless</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i will know then i am one</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">of the adored</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">one of the precious</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">one of the salivated for by the masses</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">put one part of me on social media and with </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">enough likes, i become a real girl</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">a real girl, they said, oh yes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">everyone knows if you want to be worth anything</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">you have to have followers and likes </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">enough to fill your days</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">that's what life is really worth dying for </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">what else could make us the inverse</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">of god <br /></div>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-56561086852258170282020-10-21T04:00:00.001-07:002020-10-21T04:00:02.462-07:00Solid as Wave <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><img alt="" border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsm9Cnnr6zjEHbbgt_YF-2atgvK96iFItI1dcxIaljaS48oMi7C27SGto1K07IObXYGqeDE0HH0Lyv0VW9Np3EFNwrY2DA5JA4HR7kIEdUzIOhyphenhyphenuyglY-_bBVddtkAQ-FUGxBL/s400/day+21.jpg" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />you've been nothing but bounded your whole lie, i mean life <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to speak of it</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i have fully embraced giving up </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />boundaries risk nothing and are inevitable</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">everyone will bet on them</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">high praise slap on the back </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">for wielding yours. but what an imaginary<br /><br />what a way of concealing </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to think being human makes you </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">so spectacular and not just spectacle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">i'm not trying to craft poems here</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />i want a record of break, of fail, i want to insert </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">into time the memory of how when you try </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">to repeat, you are making a bargain with less</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">you can't go home again<br /><br />but you also can't do any of this twice</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />do you understand what i am coding<br />you can't see clearly </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">because our way of perceiving is being </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">co-opted by what we consider acceptable </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">ways to be in this level of program<br /><br />and what we have allowed allows for no clear</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">management of the dream's taking </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">so we barter and trespass and i want you </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br />to recall love is not a thing you can give </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">or take, you have nothing and you get nothing </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">dead or alive, we top the cascades of erase<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">you've been nothing but bounded your whole life. <br /><br />the way we love one another is so particular</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">no word yet exists <br /><br />what we call failure in this life is a lie, what we </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">call success is a lie, what we call progress is a lie, what</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">we call history is a lie, what we are doing is actually </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">nothing <br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Solid Quarterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11783203086988707962noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28681486.post-77630222237754592922020-10-20T04:00:00.003-07:002020-10-20T04:00:00.680-07:00Ashes from Ashes <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj3IixcIpo5ahk40FFKHhxAVP3i3V-tbSZzpX1pU9hfbzvU5RROCLOAOWRimmpYukkmk91eJOCsW9DfbFpOICPzfEvsxHKiaz-P3D_Q-hCEAxY5k7K9TFs7fTZoDUnfioSsQ_/s640/day+20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuj3IixcIpo5ahk40FFKHhxAVP3i3V-tbSZzpX1pU9hfbzvU5RROCLOAOWRimmpYukkmk91eJOCsW9DfbFpOICPzfEvsxHKiaz-P3D_Q-hCEAxY5k7K9TFs7fTZoDUnfioSsQ_/w400-h268/day+20.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we'll get to it, what</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this is a what.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">this is a type of</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a burning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">a what. i mean. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">it's calling. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">calling what. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">not what. a who. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">you mean. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">don't all talk at once. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">it's a calling. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we'll get to it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we are getting closer. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to what. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">to the beginning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">now what. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">let me tell you a story. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">do you remember the caves we lived in for so many lifetimes. in the before. in the skins and furs of when we spoke the languages of all the living. do you recall the way we read the smoke. the way echoes danced inside us, our heartbeats as wild and free as the sky itself threatening to swallow. i am writing to you from inside the caging of a matrix that was designed to destroy all memory of what we are. how we traded freedom for an empty promise of safe. and there is no safe. there is now less and less safe for all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">once upon a time, we slept in the crook of fear as sweet as any babe because we walked with death, our ancestors held as close as a whisper. do you hear them. do you know it was always just us in the cave. it only holds room enough for one. but from the flames we made shadows of self enough to dance ourselves into a frenzy. we began to believe in the closing down into disparate parts. and also we thought we were the burning. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">sleep now, we are almost there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">we have called into the deepest dark, and the only resolution now is extinction. and then return. for there is nowhere to go beyond. the universe is exact and ever expanding, annihilation and ruin. <br 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