October 2009
eyes getting old
I want more light
in the corners
…
slow burn rust
the iron’s strength
bled off
…
rock rubbing
circles in sounds
still here
…
blackberry morning glory
tangle still some small
dried berries
…
getting older
nails & hair grow faster
as thought slows
…
morning soft
strained like tea the
tannins stiffening
…
late day light
autumn yellow fading red
eyes extinguished
…
listening closely to
the space between each raindrop’s
continuous sound
…
tea water molecules
random drive sequencing
shared warmth
…
vague expectation
that water tastes of traces
other than water
…
lying in
the morning bath water
until its tepid
…
lying in the morning bath
until the water is tepid
getting up
…
first back twinge
lying out on the floor
waiting again
…
washing each glass
the water hot to scald
held up to the light
…
some mornings
the colder the water the cleaner
the skin dries
…
after a few seconds
the water runs colder
filling a glass
…
rain spaced morning
time finding some other
method of sequencing
…
eating an apple
drinking apple cider
eating an apple
…
hair shorter
seen thinning
skin clean
…
trying to say
something simple enough
it need not be said
…
tea in the night blue cup
so dark its transparency
swallows itself
…
From Wittgenstein
“to imagine a language is to imagine a form of life” PI 19
The miracle of the world
Expressing nothing within language
Is the existence of language itself
The existence of language
Wonderment at the existence of the world
Our shared debt
Some form of continuance
…
dead wasps
a few dry leaves
bitter tea
…
some word for another
some thing for something else
an equivalence held
November 2009
the rain lifted
morning caw sounds
eyes heavy
…
a few hours after
the water rested in the glass
a layer of dust
…
I hear rain
although I hear rain
I hear rain
…
skin shared
after long separation
sharing breath
…
eating white rice
a trace of plum then
eating salt plum
…
Mulamadhyamakakarika
.
we speak together or
do not speak
and not speaking speak
as we neither speak nor not
.
the cold in the air is part of the rain
or not, just cold, just rain
when there is neither cold nor rain
and the cold not cold the rain not rain
.
some evenness in the numbers
not produced or destroyed
neither permanent nor annihilated
this smoothness discrete in
its difference over unity
having come and gone in the same movement
.
your hand moves to touch
is still
between our space its movement
allows time or not, to exist and not
…
when feet get cold
in November rain it’s hard
to get warm until spring
…
late November
still some apples too high to pick
and happy birds
…
cobwebs taste sticky
and basement dust fills with its own light
spiting out
…
rain weight constant
into the soil’s variable depth
the roots tighten
…
the sun not tired
of shining shines across
the cloud white
…
the boxwood cold
broken and distorted spent
the summer growing back
…
rain continuing
into the day made tight
and so on
…
hbnh
(from a tag cloud of this text in November 2009)
air along breath
clean cold dust
glass hard ice
.
known may ride
river road salt
sand shape shared
.
skin snow soft
south theme turning
water white wind
…
December 2009
.
sky still waiting
for snow to break
the balance
…
drinking water
from a wine glass
no taste of wine
…
drinking water
from the tea cup still
a trace of tea
…
after heavy rain
and melt the tap water
tastes of here
…
rain blotting
the frost a few minutes
and it’s gone
…
(may the year rest as it circles)
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