dialectics for one

envoi

2006-08-17T11:40:00.001+10:00

Before you have had a chance to look around the picnic is over.

- Hungarian proverb

2006-08-17T11:40:00.000+10:00

THE END

forcheville-at-operamail-dot-com

final soliloquy

2006-08-16T07:46:00.000+10:00

And the bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

WS

in the midst of plenty

2006-08-16T07:28:00.000+10:00

Good
taste was shunted into the slogan vestry and
reconstructed as billboard nostalgia: the purest
central dogma in the history of trash.
Again
"it has not escaped our notice" ...

JHP

the straight object

2006-08-15T08:48:00.000+10:00

We keep coming back and coming back
To the real: to the hotel instead of the hymns
That fall upon it out of the wind.

WS

misted rock

2006-08-12T09:02:00.000+10:00

It is a theatre floating through the clouds,
Itself a cloud, although of misted rock
And mountains running like water, wave on wave
Through waves of light.

WS

ebbing

2006-08-12T08:56:00.000+10:00

I, too, but signify, at the utmost, a little wash'd-up
      drift,
A few sands and dead leaves to gather,
Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and
      drift.

   O baffled, balk'd, bent to the very earth,
Oppress'd with myself that I have dared to open my
      mouth,
Aware now, that, amid all that blab whose echoes recoil
      upon me, I have not once had the least idea
      who or what I am.

WW

lachez prise!

2006-08-11T14:00:00.000+10:00

Il n'est pas de lacher prise, il n'est qu'un pensée de lacher prise!

SJ

there is a war

2006-08-10T08:10:00.000+10:00

Soldier, there is a war between the mind
And sky, between thought and day and night.

WS

pain is human

2006-08-09T09:13:00.000+10:00

He was at Naples writing letters home
And, between his letters, reading paragraphs
On the sublime.

WS

just to lie there still

2006-08-08T09:31:00.000+10:00

One likes to practice the thing. They practice,
Enough, for heaven. Ever-jubilant,
What is there here but weather, what spirit
Have I except it comes from the sun?

WS

Silver light

2006-08-07T11:18:00.000+10:00

Shores of grass
Batten down
The flames and universal
Elements. But pure
And utter consciousness
Aether lives above. The light
Yet
On clear days is
Silver.

FH

they are too generous, the elementals

2006-08-06T09:32:00.000+10:00

Why sleep, mountain son, lying askew, despondent,
    Shivering on the bare streambank, all patience?
       Not a thought for grace now, when once
          Was thirst at the tables, among gods?

FH

In Stahl, mein Sinclair!

2006-08-05T08:21:00.000+10:00

His smile is never
Concealed from you, by day
When the vivid world seems
Febrile or shackled, nor yet
By night, when all is blent
And orderless, and age-old
Confusion comes again.

FH

the pink heat

2006-08-04T09:48:00.000+10:00

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear.

EB

...souveniers of time, lost time

2006-08-03T08:23:00.000+10:00

Adieux, shapes, images -
No, not of day, but of themselves,
Not of perpetual time.

WS

motion of thought

2006-07-31T11:11:00.000+10:00

There must be no cessation
Of motion, or of the noise of motion,
The renewal of noise
And manifold continuation;

And, most, of the motion of thought
And its restless iteration...

WS

time unrelenting

2006-07-31T11:10:00.000+10:00

The malady of the quotidian...
Perhaps, if summer ever came to rest
And lengthened, deepened, comforted, caressed
Through days like oceans in obsidian

WS

not that gold self

2006-07-31T11:03:00.000+10:00

That I may reduce the monster to
Myself, and then may be myself

In face of the monster, be more than part
Of it, more than the monstrous player of

One of its monstrous lutes...

WS

the roads with delight

2006-07-29T08:24:00.000+10:00

Your voice of white fire
in the universe of water, the ship, the sky,
marking out the roads with delight,
engraving for me with a blazing light my firm orbit:
a black body
with the glowing diamond in its center.

JRJ

You are carrying me

2006-07-29T08:15:00.000+10:00

You are carrying me, full consciousness, god that has desires,
all through the world.
Here, in the third sea,
I almost hear your voice: your voice, the wind,
filling entirely all movements;
eternal colors and eternal lights,
sea colors and sea lights.

JRJ

too many hours

2006-07-28T09:05:00.000+10:00

Yes, alright
but the small one isn't right yet
and the night won't rest, too many hours
in shadow of thin vapour. Now
the carpet is not touched and across it
light settles like a bent spring, no
delay at all.

JHP

glass and sun

2006-07-27T09:33:00.000+10:00

The reflections and repetitions,
The blows and buffets of fresh senses
Of the rider that was,

Are a final construction,
Like glass and sun, of male reality
And of that other and her desire.

WS

if from the distance

2006-07-26T07:35:00.000+10:00

If from the distance, now we are far apart,
   You still can know me, if time past
     For you, the sharer of my sorrows,
       Has any feature at all of goodness,

Tell me, how does she wait for you, your love?

FH

a disparu

2006-07-24T22:35:00.000+10:00

Surgi de la croupe et du bond
D'une verrerie éphémère
Sans fleurir la veillée amère
Le col ignoré s'interrompt.

Je crois bien que deux bouches n'ont
Bu, ni son amant ni ma mère,
Jamais à la même Chimère,
Moi, sylphe de ce froid plafond!

SM

that in which it is

2006-07-24T08:40:00.000+10:00

The little and the dark, and that
In which it is and that in which
It is established. There the dove

Makes this small howling, like a thought
That howls in the mind or like a man
Who keeps seeking out his identity

WS

momentary applause

2006-07-23T08:27:00.000+10:00

'Interesting, but futile,' said his diary,
Where day by day his movements were recorded
...
It was a gift that he possessed alone:
To look the world directly in the face;
The face he did not see to be his own.

PL

Strange reciprocity

2006-07-22T08:03:00.000+10:00

The circumstance we cause
In time gives rise to us,
Becomes our memory.

PL

standing by the window

2006-07-21T08:55:00.000+10:00

In darkness by day we must press on,
giddy at the tilt of a negative crystal.

Beyond help it is joy at death itself:
a toy hard to bear, laughing all night.

JHP

broken strings

2006-07-20T09:40:00.000+10:00

I too must drink from a broken cup.
I too must sit at the choked fountain.
I too have a fragment of the void
Lodged in my brain.

GS

harmless utopias?

2006-07-19T08:50:00.000+10:00

As if he had idly lifted a kaleidoscope
To his eye and seen street maps
Of harmless utopias succeed one another
In a swift, geometric blaze.

GS

the beat is raised

2006-07-18T08:30:00.000+10:00

not to speak in air hunger
the baton round to stream
soon after a peak flow

ground force shield

JHP

covering what foams

2006-07-17T10:18:00.000+10:00

The water dries
light-dry, dark-wet, the pattern
of the cool watermelon.

EB

day city

2006-07-16T08:52:00.000+10:00

Over these fires
no one could walk:
those flaring acids
and variegated bloods.

EB

burned slowly

2006-07-15T11:06:00.000+10:00

Everything is here and is
being burned slowly and is enough.

JHP

stealer

2006-07-14T09:08:00.000+10:00

Will he too do
what that one did
unlock me first
open the lid

and reach inside
with playful feel
all the better
thus to steal

TG

Darker flow

2006-07-13T09:54:00.000+10:00

The hour of sorrow, the silent gaze of the sun;
For the soul is a strangeness on the earth.

GT

credulous song

2006-07-12T09:59:00.000+10:00

And of abstracting from the banal vision,
Contours of back or breast traced by closed eyes,
As high as love itself can modulate,
A sonorous, futile, uninflected line.

SM

And after, divining cards

2006-07-11T08:50:00.000+10:00

Lit shelved liners
Grope like mad worlds westward.

PL

on the tongue

2006-07-08T08:31:00.000+10:00

We will lose our way
in these red chambers.

Our palms with the look ...
You cannot have both

COA

the ten advance

2006-07-08T08:24:00.000+10:00

the glass the
passing altogether lost
reticule, as glow afright
me not so
far I do not know

JHP

out on a line

2006-07-08T08:19:00.000+10:00

there's no more to it
so out of true
the rail is sundered
an extinction event snapped
on the phrase blur, barely

JHP

Helian's friday night

2006-07-07T08:14:00.000+10:00

Through the alleys slender maidens grope at night,
Seeking the loving shepherds.
On Saturdays gentle choruses ring in the huts.

GT

the light is all bribery

2006-07-06T12:21:00.000+10:00

Suddenly we are overcome, to concede
the whole force of his body to rise,
to granulate and make a sugar anvil;
we search the downland, to bring him
safely to that point of rest.

JHP

state of siege?

2006-07-05T11:55:00.000+10:00

The respectable interior looks at the moon
In the deep sky being rocked in its green cotton wool
In spite of the edict and the still delicate hour,
And the omnibus returning to the Odeon.

AR

vacant face

2006-06-25T20:04:00.000+10:00

Tonight this small room seems too huge to cross.
And my life is that looming kind of place.
Here, left with this alone, and at a loss
I hold an alien and vacant face

GS

open sheers

2006-06-25T08:32:00.000+10:00

How perilous is purity of heart.
And briars tentatively hoist their thorns

Across the dizzying ledges schisms form
Where being and non-being break apart.

GS

in a lapse

2006-06-24T01:52:00.000+10:00

I thought my name was spoken and I couldn't reply -
Even knowing that when you hear your name
It's a soul on the other side who is grieving
For you, though you're never told why.

GS

Neither Out Far Nor In Deep

2006-06-22T14:13:00.000+10:00

The land may vary more;
But wherever the truth may be---
The water comes ashore,
And the people look at the sea.

They cannot look out far.
They cannot look in deep.
But when was that ever a bar
To any watch they keep?

RF

meticulous, clear

2006-06-22T08:52:00.000+10:00

Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime,
Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast
Together in one merciless white blade ...
The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed,
Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars.

HC

Oval encyclicals

2006-06-21T08:50:00.000+10:00

Have you not heard, have you not seen that corps
Of shadows in the tower, whose shoulders sway
Antiphonal carillons launched before
The stars are caught and hived in the suns ray?

HC

In der steineren Stadt

2006-06-20T10:32:00.000+10:00

Dark love
Of a wild generation,
From which the day rushes on golden wheels.
Silent night.

GT

the measure of the hill

2006-06-19T12:17:00.000+10:00

When evening has come;
Resonant love; peacefully dark prey are seen,
A rosy man. Drunk with a bluish scent...

GT

from crystal mouth

2006-06-18T08:32:00.000+10:00

Sister, your eyebrows of blue
Beckon softly in the night.

GT

Safe packed harbours

2006-06-17T00:50:00.000+10:00

There are silences. These, too, they endure:
Soft comings-on; soft aftershocks of calm.

GH

Other place

2006-06-16T10:39:00.000+10:00

Was it built for this?
I thought, but seem mistaken.
If it could be so divided...

COA

Toward one's own space and time

2006-06-15T01:35:00.000+10:00

The defeated memory gracious as flowers
And therefore also permanent in its way --

And even when they are not, their names are,

Livable adventure.

JA

the way you like it

2006-06-14T00:12:00.000+10:00

There are too many of us ever
To be remembered let alone recorded
But when we think the gramaphone has finished playing
It whistles, calling from far away
To participate in whatever is fanciful
About the ending: drinking "weak tea
With only a very little milk, and no sugar":
Mystery and death, the way you like it.

JA

us too measurable

2006-06-13T10:03:00.000+10:00

The future in longing
a length; a thread:

We could build constellations
across the landscapes...

COA

to terms without terms

2006-06-12T08:34:00.000+10:00

A relief, but only a stage, bare stage, first stage. We have allowed the enormous airs of the future to engulf us - to be sung, to be borne and born. Heirs of ourselves, ourselves heirs, salvos of air. Without weight the future is possible, here without our waiting.

MS

in your open hand

2006-06-11T08:13:00.000+10:00

I could not throw off the wings;
they had to be cut from me.

A red room speaking
of the night's egress.

The wings are speaking.

COA

Not too real

2006-06-10T08:06:00.000+10:00

I never said it, did I? I never told you. Or did you just pretend not to know for my sake? Or for yours? I will tell you that if you think it is true, it is.

COA

clarified

2006-06-09T09:30:00.000+10:00

It is enlightened rest, neither fever nor languor, on the bed or on the grass.
   It is the friend who is neither strong nor weak. The friend.
   It is the beloved, not tormenting nor tormented. The beloved.
   The air and the world not sought after. Life.
   -- What is this then?
   -- And the dream brought coolness.

AR

genie

2006-06-08T12:08:00.000+10:00

He is love, perfect and reinvented measure, marvellous and unexpected reason, and eternity: beloved machinery of the fatal forces. We have all known the terror of his surrender and our own: O pleasure in our health, impulse of our faculties, selfish affection and passion for him, him who loves us throughout his infinite life ...

AR

departure

2006-06-07T08:40:00.000+10:00

Seen enough. The vision met itself in every kind of air.
Had enough. Sounds of cities in the evening, in the sunlight, and forever.
Known enough. The haltings of life. O Sounds and visions!
Departure into new affection and noise!

AR

prelude to Tristan und Isolde

2006-06-06T09:45:00.000+10:00

Fate, out of the deep sea's gloom,
When a man's heart's pride grows great,
And nought seems now to foredoom
Fate,

Fate, laden with fears in wait,
Draws close through the clouds that loom,
Till the soul see, all too late,

More dark than a dead world's tomb,
More high than the sheer dawn's gate
More deep than the wide seas's womb,
Fate.

AS

between the green bud and the red

2006-06-05T08:18:00.000+10:00

He builds not half of doubts and half
Of dreams his own soul's cenotaph,
Whence hopes and fears with helpless eyes,
Wrapt loose in cast-off cerecloths, rise
And dance and wring their hands and laugh,
And weep thin tears and sigh light sighs,
And without living lips would quaff
The living spring in man that lies,
And drain his soul of faith and strength
It might have lived on a life's length.

AS

siste viator

2006-06-04T07:05:00.000+10:00

You will see it
when you come
and when you leave,
you will see it
when you do not wish to
and you will never know
whose monument it is
or why it came to you...

MS

the mechanical moons

2006-06-03T08:49:00.000+10:00

Light music of love
work. The presses
print calendars
I suppose; the moons
make medicine
or confectionary. Our bed
shrinks from the soot
and hapless odors
hold us close.

EB

his earthly nature

2006-06-02T11:16:00.000+10:00

More slowly falling into sight
and showering into stippled faces,
darkening, condensing all his light;
in spite of all the dreaming
squandered upon him with that look.

EB

if he sees it at all

2006-05-31T23:24:00.000+10:00

Queer cupids of all persons getting up,
whose evening meal they will prepare all day,
   you will dine well
   on his heart, on his, and his,

so send them about your business affectionately,
dragging in the streets their unique loves.
   Scourge them with roses only,
   be light as helium.

EB

ambient treasure supremacy

2006-05-31T08:48:00.000+10:00

red-topped strontium white timber toe
sleeve links cross-date pale bark pip
orange maggot iron-capped seal coat car
petroleum summer-felled amber-colored asphalt
bock beer diamond mine bomah nut
coating paper outside jaunting diffusion trip
tea lead temple tree feather making dial
pseudo parson scissors process inaptitude dutiable

word salad

2006-05-30T08:36:00.000+10:00

bank weigher nail molder sorrow-healing
plow-cloven Botany bay tannery fungus
spring-flowering orange-tree many-winding
twenty questions giddy-paced twice-merited
diaphragm valve cross agglutination eye-rejoicing
bob wig all-gracious union card
urchin fish alum shale composition roofing
time sheet disk wheel S hook

time as real

2006-05-29T10:22:00.000+10:00

And courage shall give way
to despair and despair
to suffering, and suffering
shall end in death. But you
who are not free to choose
what you suffer can choose
your response.

RST

what's that shining in the leaves?

2006-05-28T09:55:00.000+10:00

Fruit or flower? It is a face
Yes, a face
In that dark and dreary place
each seed grows into a face

Like an army in a dream
the faces seem
darker, darker, like a dream.
They're too real to be a dream.

EB

if never with

2006-05-27T10:26:00.000+10:00

Beneath that loved     and celebrated breast,
silent, bored really     blindly veined,
grieves, maybe     lives and lets
live, passes     bets,
something moving     but invisibly,
and with what clamor     why restrained
I cannot fathom     even a ripple.

EB

the torsion song

2006-05-26T10:49:00.000+10:00

So by the linden tree he sweetly leans,
the white vale is full. The arm is sung
by cataract, white sound, white blood,
white light locked in the carotid.

JHP

in a parlor of day

2006-05-25T08:41:00.000+10:00

It was the coroner
Poured this elixir
Into the ground,
And a shabby man,
An eye too sleek,
And a biscuit cheek.

WS

unfailing

2006-05-24T08:41:00.000+10:00

"I am the light that is over all things. I am all: from me all came forth, and to me all attained.
Split a piece of wood; I am there.
Lift up the stone, and you will find me there."

G. of T.

engrossed present

2006-05-23T08:47:00.000+10:00

O how silent a passage down the blue river,
Musing on forgotten things, when from green boughs
The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

GT

a zero coupon

2006-05-22T09:47:00.000+10:00

The line abets its tint by the fan
oven whose gust sweeps the brow
and for mere offense, in the bazaar
where preferment wrap is easily
our choice, what most we want,
to scrape from the heart its burning.

JHP

entrance fire

2006-05-21T11:00:00.000+10:00

We must have the divine sense,
of entrance. The way
in as what it is, not which then, or
how long as the question. Such things
are, the world is that fire, it burns
along all the horizons. It is
the heart, where we
are.

JHP

Use your leaf

2006-05-20T10:13:00.000+10:00

Then part of it fell down.
It was like rain, down was its fall
but partial and to the side.
The side-part fell, if down
then sideways and lay.
Beside herself you all part then
and her own is not so, known
down there as ways fallen apart.

(JHP)

on the road

2006-05-19T10:45:00.000+10:00

The rail is interfered with
it is cut up already
libel on the road ahead

telling you makes, really
no odds at all.

JHP

the thought of less

2006-05-18T08:12:00.000+10:00

What do you say then
well yes and no
about four times a day

sick and nonplussed
by the thought of less
you say stuff it.

JHP

felt doubt

2006-05-17T00:13:00.000+10:00

Perception as an act of intelligence
and perception as an act of grace
Are two quite different things, in particular
When applied to the mythical.
As for myself, I feel a doubt.

de profundis

2006-05-16T10:14:00.000+10:00

Cold metal stands upon my brow;
Spiders seek my heart.
It is a light, which goes out in my mouth.

At night I found myself upon a heath,
Stiff with filth and stardust.
In the hazelbush
Crystal angels rang again.

GT

twist

2006-05-15T10:35:00.000+10:00

You can twist at the foot of stems
The elastic of your heart

When with more than a sign is announced
Your hastening towards happiness

FP

bending the invisible

2006-05-14T09:24:00.000+10:00

Look in the terrible mirror of the sky.
See how the absent moon waits in a glade
Of your dark self, and how the wings of stars,
Upward, from unimagined coverts, fly.

WS

thoughts of a julius

2006-05-13T07:46:00.000+10:00

Or was it Jaffa that created desire?
The origin could have its origin.
It could be, could be.

WS

the petals

2006-05-12T09:48:00.000+10:00

A snort across the silverware,
The petals flying through the air.

WS

fresh senses

2006-05-10T22:08:00.000+10:00

The reflections and repetitions,
The blows and buffets of fresh senses
Of the rider that was,

Are a final construction,
Like glass and sun, of male reality
And of that other and her desire.

WS

without a foyer

2006-05-10T09:33:00.000+10:00

He knew that he was a spirit without a foyer
And that, in his knowledge, local objects become
More precious than the most precious objects of home:
....
Objects not present as a matter of course
On the dark side of the heavens or the bright,
In that sphere with so few objects of its own.

WS

even now duality

2006-05-09T02:40:00.000+10:00

Come, cover the world with yourself,
come, let me bury you all with
everything of my own,

I am one with you,
to capture us,

even now.

PC

play

2006-05-09T02:26:00.000+10:00

What is, right now, is perfection – presence has not arisen from the past and is not leading to the future. All appears presently as a play in awareness.

NG

this here

2006-05-07T13:09:00.000+10:00

This present moment of awareness has not arisen from the past and is not leading to the future. This is Consciousness, right now.

NG

not here and light

2006-05-06T12:16:00.000+10:00

even as a cameo's dark background lets
a shimmering something softly through the edge;
you think: the evening was not here and light
until she came and leaned above the ledge

RMR

forbidden

2006-05-05T17:18:00.000+10:00

"It is forbidden to die," we hear this in ourselves constantly, not as an appeal to the obligation of life, but as the voice of death itself, breaking the prohibition each time (as if all too clear to the one who, giving himself to death, dies forbidden).

MB

in daylight

2006-05-04T12:36:00.000+10:00

To cross the distant, to turn the distant back toward the distant without approach.

MB

the Neuter

2006-05-03T13:19:00.000+10:00

paradoxical name: it barely speaks, mute word, simple yet always veiling itself, always displacing out of its meaning, operating invisibly while not ceasing to unwind, in the stillness of a place that repels depth.

MB