‘a stranger in the domain of fire’
Is it a leg or a jaw, an eye,
or a naval
iturgy?
Energeum transferalene to
doomed moods modulating the domestic
countenance, a nearly seamless
approach to revealed hierachy,
Telemachus sounds from the lofty Azedarac,
where clear-green chrysoberyl glows, like
masques in rows,
rows of rose masks
are prepared for the liturgy,
where the excess of generation
is encoded in the naming, where
the taming of the shrew is no
verse for repair
were-shem
to mesh in the war
of wishes
its seeping sue, or
issue as read to the turbulans
of the Melians, so be is bolken?
When threads run down beneath
the weft, when the thief's fine
bungarotoxin cephalalgy cods
complicately critical, an arcanum
must isinglass
around the custom dissolving
the custom
quite melted
is transferred
upon new organs
whose exact composition
must itself ever
be inexacting
untoward
unifying all
all all
autosemantic
image: Study for Cagoulard,
Julio González (Spanish, 1876-1942)
Telemachus was just in my head today for some reason. I like the poetry but I think you're working beyond my level on frequent occasions. I shall read more, after this enormous rope and a fresh tea. Thanks for making your work public - there is a revolution we are in the middle of the beginning of, and it's like the movable type one only more movable. I liked the divided house. Monomoment. Split. I liked it.
ReplyDeleteI think I'll have to accelerate my art learning even as I focus like a bitch on the poetry. There's a lot to know out here.
Talk to ya -
PG/333