Category Archives: open

works that are either open in structure, theme, or content

Mapping the Material World

[written & drawn as an opening to a creative collaboration w/Daniel Ari in some way, shape,
or form for a book of Daniel’s querons* & drawings/art/illustrations of 58 artists – titled ‘One Way to Ask” to be published later in 2014.] 
 
*a poetic form of his design, although this poem is not a queron
 
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We map our existence
with the oddest of things
And yet is it any surprise
really? We being the creatures
Of comforts, habits, all the controls
strung out barely discernible
Yet everywhere we go ~ handling
this, setting that just so,
Hot, hotter, quiet, quieter even still.
Beauty, fragrance, order, mess.
Taste, timing, listening ~ all experience
awaits and awaits, yet also
Passing us by, pondering us like
the creatures we are.
Experience having us, we are
possessed by that which dawns on us,
possessed in measure, great and small.

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IMG_0236Mapping the Material World

somɹǝsault

A ten word poem from the recent IMUNURI prompt this week. I found it came in (two takes) –each a little different.  ¡ʇı ɥʇıʍ unɟ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ǝdoH

http://imunuri.blogspot.com/2013/01/somsault.html

The Filtering of Light

In a space we call dreaming
where body and brain step off
different platforms like when trains
going off in different directions
take us here take us there
only to return anew somehow
magically or maybe oddly
to that place we call awake

While dreaming all the world
arises and falls seeps in vaguely
staying as light as salt crystals
scattered on potatoes steaming
giving rise to taste what is more
true the salt or the root or the heat
do each of these overhear the other
mixing metaphors soil and cuisine

Dreams we call them conversations
they are each one overheard by this
collective organism of perception
yours mine ours who possesses
and what is private public distinct?
We send you off to do the deed
only to come along tag along with
knowingly or unknowingly so

The body awake a node or locus
a conglomeration somehow particular
to one yet an entanglement quantum
of several or many spread over
here over there transparencies one
into and through another another
indistinguishable where if any are
the seams as each interpenetrate all

An arc of overhearing

Everything and Empty

Empty like many things

cannot be named

empty is a verb

but doesn’t happen

empty’s not a doing

empty is what we

consist of more

than anything else

life living itself

We seem to have

a universe empty

empty full empty

Is light empty?

Is house empty?

All things are full

of themselves

even Space is

full of itself

Is this because

they are also

Empty?

Housing themselves?

Do we call something

Empty when we

cannot otherwise

perceive its thus-ness?

Perception itself

is empty / capacity

to receive

As I touch in

em

pt

yi

ng

when

how

with what

where

does

some

thing

be

come

emp

ty

?

Turn(Around and)Around

Stuck in(one)place once

now every place and no

place is belonging to me

World between worlds

where do you(two)dwell?

Sands of the ocean

at my back sky above

what is what seems(three)seeming

space and solid(and me)

changing places

resting now in sky

what is what now

(Four)Everything that moves

is Spirit Incarnate

we know–con-science–we are not solid

not even attached but

rooted somehow else

Things we make/take are part

of us and yet we(five)are entire

free naked whole without

any of these creature objects

or with, the same

(Six)th sense

I rest

(Here)

[ ] loose

I invite you to visit this poem as published on IMUNURI another blog I write poems with others through weekly prompts. This particular poem does not easily translate onto this site, as its ‘writing’ was also a process of cutting away, which you will see when you visit IMUNURI.

http://imunuri.blogspot.com/2012/05/loose.html

ho me o st as is perfect i on

the times turning in toward their tides

tracking invisibly torusing

trail? follow? coursing?

all this

work of pineal

gray matter

all systems changing let it

arise as is

perfect i on

seeding this silver lined

cloud

mechanism? birth? knowing?

somanypeopletellingotherpeoplewhattodowhatnottodo

is this breathing

is this dying

and within?

whereforeartthou        we pray forgetting

what is it?

sympathetic parasympathetic

(we cannot digest

if we cannot

rest)

up regulate

preparing down

regulate flight

syn

aptic

trans

miss

ion

neuro transmitting

oeuvre 4 ~ (my)other

the work the work the work

finally climbing climbing

however fall and free

fanciful fine underneath

fallowing now can not

flow which between

underneath it spends en

capsulating for tune

wroth and blow beater

bar brushandbrush

under over over upon

sweeping past the hollyhocks

cast elate Queen source house

daisy tulip tip tap top

trim and heap swallow

cannot the cry sound clear

mixing colors meant to be(never

feeding fancy)full plates

remain(ing) stand

this was requested

request ahead before

after through and to

(an)other ǝɹʌnǝo

ɯıʍs oʇ ƃuıoƃ sɐʍ

only now to sing

Iota

thought presupposes thought

first last before after ahead behind

inner outer within without interior exterior

outer inner without within exterior interior

last first after before behind ahead

you are thinking are you

are you thinking you are

listen as a sound emerges

and then drops away

where is the start

where is the end

what precedes the imperceptible

where does anything go

as it ceases to be visible

this is the appetizer

hors d’oeuvre

for the work

ahead

time swallowed whole

time |tīm|
noun
1 the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole

living knowing

I see/foresee a medium in which some words are placed or written statically

while other words visibly rotate within their polarity

for/against

against/for

for/against

against/for

for/against

It would be a living knowing

medium

intelligent host

uplifting

the essence of

breath

in/out

out/in

in/out

such that seamless

singularity

smoothness

emanation

leaves

no

trace

and

speaks

nonetheless