ETERNAL WISH / Desiderio

My eternal wish
To soar and fly
Is similar to
My disquiet
To remember
The dreams
I dreamt
Without
Knowing why


Il mio costante
desiderio di
volare
è simile al
mio inquieto
ricordare
i sogni
che ho fatto 
senza poter
dormire

EPHPHATHA!


Splitting the Logos
Into a million
Concepts
Engenders pain
Through the semantics
Of Life:

Speak one Word
And create
The Universe.


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Mark 7:34 (King James Version):
And looking up to heaven, he sighed, and saith unto him, Ephphatha, that is, 'Be opened'.

~It is that sigh which astounds me...


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PARASITES

Objects
become junk
as soon as they are
separated
from their owner
and their past

Our possessions
will outlast us -
we'll desert them
in the end

My ashes will still be
in their urn
at the charity shop.



BURDEN

Carry me home
to you

Carry my soul
to enter your heart

Carry me home
to you

Carry my heart
to merge with your mind

Carry me home
to you

Carry my body
to the grave of your loss



YES, POETRY

Even a first line
can produce
a tightness
behind the eyes

To do its noticing
and judging

Poetry
balances itself
on the pinprick
of the moment



JAMESIANISM

On forgetting a word or name
a tantalising
empty space
remains

almost but not quite
defining
the idea
it once contained

even as you struggle
against the numbness of poor recall
you know precisely
what the forgotten thing
is not



RETURN FROM THE DEAD

Lazarus, come forth!

Nobody
asked Lazarus
to speak of
his experience
while he was
dead

Why?

A missed
chance... Imagine

Lazarus, what was it like - being dead?

But on this great occasion
nobody asked - and he never said

What if
he was recalled
from Hell?

But he had
no burns

He traded secrets
with worms and stars,
he'd heard the harmony
of immortal souls,
the impossibly perfect
music


And he never said.



GOOD MOOD

Distorted euphoria,
a chemical accident
sustained somewhere
in me -
something like
a spilled tray of drinks,
prompting dopamine-like receptors
to initiate a kindly cascade
of intracellular events.



CREATION MYTH

An unimaginable sweep of time,
numberless generations
spawning by infinitesimal steps
complex living beauty
out of inert matter,
driven on by the blind furies
of random mutation,
natural selection
and environmental change,
with the tragedy of forms
continually dying,
and lately the wonder of minds
emerging
and with them morality,
love, art, cities -
and the novel bonus
of this story
happening to be
demonstrably true.

Evolution:
my god.



EVEN FISH FEEL PAIN

The growing complication
of the modern condition,
is the expanding
circle of
moral sympathy.

The trick,
as always,
the key to human success
and domination,
is to be selective
in your mercies.

For all the discerning talk,
it's the close at hand,
the visible
that exerts the overpowering
force.

And what you don't see...



WARM NIGHT AND DAY

Cellos
hundred of cellos
and I will glide
with them
in the moonlight,
pirouetting
in the black swan dance
and kiss her head
and nod to the willows
and bow to the night
and she will grace me
they will grace us

they will grace us
and the lake will grace us
and smile
and the moon will grace us
and the mountains will grace us
and the breeze will grace us
and the sun will gently rise
and its rays will stretch
and spread
and even the willows will lift their heads ever so slightly
and the snow will grow whiter
and the shadows will rise from the mountains
and it will be warm

yes, it will be warm

...the shadows will stay
but the moonlight will be warm
(dance now dance now dance now)
the moonlight will get warmer

hold me
love me
just dance and love me
just love me

but fields of flowers
are so lovely
in the sun
in the bright flooding sunlight
warm and brilliant
and the tall grasses flow and part
and the colours burst
and small drops of dew glisten
and it is all russet and violet and amarant
and green and white

...yes white
and gold and blue and pink, soft pink
primary hues
and see the fireflies
like flowers of the night
o yes, yes flowers of the night
soft little lights
lovely little lights you can snuff with two fingers

o I'm so cold
yes, yes my darling - so very cold
love you
your mouth, lips, are so warm
d'amor si muore
o see how the stars soften the sky
yes, like jewels
let's dance some more
how beautiful
as the moon follows us
see - for us
see, she sashays along to our melody
shimmering into daylight
the Queen of birds.



BANG SHUT

The door closed.
A hundred times.
Closed.
Even as it swung open
I heard it bang shut.
Closed.
Closed.
Dozen of doors
like many pictures
jerkily animated by a thumb,
tumbling mistily like shadows...
and the click,
click,
the goddamn click click click
of the latch
and it banged shut.
SHUT.
Again and again and again it
BANGED SHUT.
A thousand miserable times.
BANG BANG. BANG.
Always banging shut.
Never a knock.
Think it. Force it.
A knock. A knock. Please, please.
O Jesus a knock. Make it a knock.
Make it someone knocking.
To come in.
Why can't it be a knock.
To come in

into my life.



BEGOTTEN VISION

If I hold really still
and forget myself,
I feel the mist of my father's
seed
in my mother's pulse,
can sense myself passing bodiless
between them,
my face erupting out of
nothingness,
my tiny mouth hungry for a voice,
and I can see my first dream
shiver
through the veins
in my almost transparent eyelids.
The first dream -
that's what I want to know.
I want to remember the first dream
I ever had.
And then I'll use that
knowledge
to ransom my ghost
from the lightning.



MATERNITY

I look at the hill
and the little slice of rising moon.
I see the broad hump,
the more tempered ridges of the hills
in the background
telling me the story
of the slow and drowsy rousings
of my beloved Earth,
who stretches and yawns,
making and unmaking blue plains
in the dread flash of a hundred
volcanoes.

My Earth
just her yesterday
just million years past,
she turned in her sleep
and traded one surface for another.

Where ammonoids once fed,
diamonds.
Where diamonds once grew,
trees.
The logic of moraine,
of landslip, of avalanche.

Dislodge one pebble,
by chance,
it becomes restless,
rolls down,
in its descent leaves space,
another pebble falls on top of it,
and there's height.
Surfaces.
Surfaces upon surfaces.

The wisdom of the Earth,
my Earth.

When life,
surface upon surface,
has become completely encrusted
with experience,
you know everything,
the secret, the power, the glory,
why you were born,
why you are dying,
and how it all could have been
different.
So you are wise.
But the greatest wisdom,
at that moment,
is knowing that your wisdom
is too late.

You understand everything
when there is no longer anything
to understand.

The wisdom of the Earth,
the stirrings of my Mother.




OTHER POEMS...


Exception

Engulfment

Rearview

Descent

Setting the scene

Superstition brings bad luck

Ctrl+Alt+Del

No, perhaps not

Residual order

Contrapasso

Ashtray

Alcoholic accordion

End season

Uncoiling spiral

First World

Ultimate reassurance

Figment

Bay of Naples

Rotting Fowl

Dried up

Words in music

Celtic heather

Émigré

Contrast

Hopeful linearity

Heat seeker

Fathering stars

TrazommozarT

SPECULAte

Wishing a bridge

Bibliomachy

Avian sleep

Borgesian

L.U.C.A.

Cosmic Surplus

Choosing the Edge

Kissing shock

Quantum Superimposition

Middle Stance

Blade inward

Germinate

Throw

Infant Chant

I can't seem to find my way

Night verses

Respond

Gusts

Enema Blues

Pagis page

Insurgence

Sikelia Aetna

My journey

Only

Body odours

Applebud

Simile

Another You

Impalpable

Possibility

Íkaros envisioning

Cups

Prickly Magnet

Reversion

Cortège

Almost the same

Vast Colonies

Forked painting

Seeding

Wastage

Epitaph

Fear List & Nightmares
[restricted +18]

Vampyrus


Waterhouse"s Roses

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Daubmir"s Rose


MAY

I

BREAK

YOUR

HEART

TONIGHT?


Rose Noire


The
Infinite
Divisibility
Of
Being
Where
Nothing
Is
Really
Connected
To
Anything
Else
Except
By
Language
As
You
Can
Always
Split
AtomoV
Into
Other
Levels
Of
Division
Down
To
Quarks
And
Electrons
And
More
And
No
One
Really
Knows
Anything
Very
Important...
Yet

Three Graces, by M Parkes - click to enlarge
Nothing fascinates me more
than the expanded reflection
of my spirit


What

Came

Before

The

Beginning

And

What

Will

Happen

After

The

End?



La Rose Noire de Daubmir


Not

only

is

nothing

good

or

ill

but

thinking

makes

it

so,

but

nothing

is

at

all,

except

in

so

far

as

thinking

has

made

it

so.

~ Samuel Butler ~