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(for AJK.) In mid-July I find myself without a word, while trying as it is to break into your poem, walk the human route to joy, the one unshamed of both its ache to free itself from underneath the stout and very heavy Budai statue fake, as well as its uncompromising bouts of sadness. Surely as you hold mistakes, as confident as I am that they count, to be an orchard: fruit that failures make,…
“For even the knowledge that we have of the body is not such that we know it just as it is, or perfectly; and yet, what a union! what a love!” —Spinoza, God, man, and his well-being, chapter 22 Vessel and Light are embracing. Otherwise, there’s nothing. Actually, it’s hard to speak of an otherwise. Because the embrace goes by the name of ‘world.’ Ves. Come closer. Lig. I can come as close as you…
Alight (for AG. and TS.) May it be at any moment that alights my face when comes my god, arrayed in jewels and oceanic metals deftly sewn in tassels, long clouds straightening out above the Catskills. Despite the rain my god is coming barefoot, soles elaborating on the subtle songs of puddles. My heart is full of patience, always found in wait to hear those quiet melodies, for only then can I…
I find the fault between the final pages my fingers fold and all the secret words inscribed therein: belonging to the juncture that binds the ink to cloth, as well as each invisible rift my eye discloses passing from line to line, eliding every mark if not a story. Light's eversion joined to retention, only unopposed within the moment of the moon's eclipsing difference. Observe the letter O, as…
Masks (for AJK.) "Aren't you uncomfortable," you asked enjoining me to climb onto the mattress, from on the floor where I was tying chiral cats' cradles. Both of us were half asleep conversing through the ceiling like we were nine or ten, and were we ever siblings? Where was the fabric of pain we suspended? Where were the words that we used when god arose in conversation, words like "wheel,"…
By now the doors to the heart are closed, restrained by fats and wild muscle fibers sewn like ropes into a braid of hibernating colors, always almost torn apart by the spiraled curvature of its weft. Shut quiet like an accordion cabled together against the work of gravity, masterfully the hinges warp, the threshold seams are fused, handles dismantled and hid, the keys are buried deep within the…
(for KK.) I am the window's pane of glass, sky- stained like the eye's lens refracting the mind's heart into future tenses. I am the sublime force wind deploys to shuffle cards, invisible, howling, flying one by one away: fate's inevitable lacunae, the missing pasts. I am the hidden point of infinity in the vase's void. Essentially I am you, Arjuna, prince victorious crowned in happiness. Now…
I speak to the angel Gavriel in the form of a rotted rowan mass, wet blackened, laced white with venous fungi, ask him about you. Your carapace of fused engravings, mangan red from bearing time's husk above your naked hips in flame and ferment both. O, Gavriel I begin, with mallards and wild turkeys puncturing the temple clearing at its boundary. Wound, the word conceived at point of sword, palate…
How are we to understand beyond the ‘revealed’ relationship between light and vessels, in light of the relationship of their roots in primordial man? Towards this end, can our first task be to reduce the question of the revealed to the question of the psychic? That is, do the horizons of both questions open up onto the word ‘phenomena.’ Those things which are at stake in awareness. Or, more…
Proof of the body: the demonstrable angles made between pigeons' toes, an image of fire cast onto the pavillion floor by fast-moving birch leaves, the pyre mast. Raindrops deformed away from perfect spheres by the subtleties of air resistance. Possibly, the weight of every book ever printed weighed against a human hand. Proof of the body's immortality: child's play, raccoons, zero-degree weather.…