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8 brief speeches on/in silence 8
byDanKzkThuSep15,2011at 9:40am
8
living in amorphous terms
of mine, abstracted, as if
i knew i knew....n'ow, it's y'our
knowledge....no business of
mind
________________________
9
thee way home has no home
at all. ye must give yr
thoughts & craving for home,
comfort, & safety away to some
one who might know how to
use (think upon) them
________________________
10
am i
more 'deserving' now than when
eye was born or concieved? any
more'so than when i knew the
faces of all my ancestors? before
all my forgetting?
________________________
11
"yes, eXactly...that's it.....i was being
taken down deliberally, but then just
fell over by myself, upon myself" such
was thee task of demolition
____________________________
12
it
was very quiet when you left, went,
disappeared....& my quiet music keeps
fading farther.........farther wit every
moment of 'my' over-precious
thoughts of this
_______________________________
13
now that His life has been 'taken'? (some
where else than h'ere), h'ow will wee (w'ill eye)
know thee time & temperature that pro
jected thru His television dream?
________________________________
14
per'haps it was
n't long ago that childhood was so brief
& 'happy'.......perh'aps it was(n't) too very
long at all.....perhaps wee just 4got
'most all......& perhaps again
_________________________________
15
look at all them golden horns, quiet, unblowed,
standing in their stands in [a] life wit no furn
iture, every thing on thee floor....every
thing floored.....every minute waiting for that
untouchable 'touch'
________________________dkzk2011/allrightsdeludedpre'served
8
living in amorphous terms
of mine, abstracted, as if
i knew i knew....n'ow, it's y'our
knowledge....no business of
mind
________________________
9
thee way home has no home
at all. ye must give yr
thoughts & craving for home,
comfort, & safety away to some
one who might know how to
use (think upon) them
________________________
10
am i
more 'deserving' now than when
eye was born or concieved? any
more'so than when i knew the
faces of all my ancestors? before
all my forgetting?
________________________
11
"yes, eXactly...that's it.....i was being
taken down deliberally, but then just
fell over by myself, upon myself" such
was thee task of demolition
____________________________
12
it
was very quiet when you left, went,
disappeared....& my quiet music keeps
fading farther.........farther wit every
moment of 'my' over-precious
thoughts of this
_______________________________
13
now that His life has been 'taken'? (some
where else than h'ere), h'ow will wee (w'ill eye)
know thee time & temperature that pro
jected thru His television dream?
________________________________
14
per'haps it was
n't long ago that childhood was so brief
& 'happy'.......perh'aps it was(n't) too very
long at all.....perhaps wee just 4got
'most all......& perhaps again
_________________________________
15
look at all them golden horns, quiet, unblowed,
standing in their stands in [a] life wit no furn
iture, every thing on thee floor....every
thing floored.....every minute waiting for that
untouchable 'touch'
________________________dkzk2011/allrightsdeludedpre'served
Published 21st Jan 2012
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22nd Jan 2012 2:29am
Those are some nice saxaPhonics you spread around in number 15. The unblowed horns, the speech on silence both of them, as I think you put it, very "zenly." I like the loss of the man and his world, expressed by the loss of the television. This seems a good form/ format. Did they come to you as a group, or did you assemble them later?
22nd Jan 2012 3:21am
again, yr perspective is of great value to I....
In the summer i got turned on to the poetry of Samuel Menasch (via his obituary which someonr 4wd'd to me - go figger, right).
all Sam's poems are pretty short...very 'zenlike', yet he makes no particular identification wit any "school-of-spirituality'', or any pretense of being some wise haiku'ist....
so i wanted to go back to condensing - take a recess from my own babble'ment.
i did 100 of 'em, usually in groups of 3-4, all chronologically as numbered, spontaneously....
i'm sure i'll dredge more of 'em up to post here.
thankyoumuch pal
In the summer i got turned on to the poetry of Samuel Menasch (via his obituary which someonr 4wd'd to me - go figger, right).
all Sam's poems are pretty short...very 'zenlike', yet he makes no particular identification wit any "school-of-spirituality'', or any pretense of being some wise haiku'ist....
so i wanted to go back to condensing - take a recess from my own babble'ment.
i did 100 of 'em, usually in groups of 3-4, all chronologically as numbered, spontaneously....
i'm sure i'll dredge more of 'em up to post here.
thankyoumuch pal
