from *SIX SIGNIFICANT LANDSCAPES*
VI
Rationalist, wearing square hats,
Think in square rooms,
Looking at the floor,
Looking at the ceiling.
They confine themselves
To right-angled triangles.
If they tried rhomboids,
Cones, waving lines, ellipses --
As for example the ellipse of the half moon --
Rationalists would wear sombreros.
from* ANECDOTE Of MEN BY THE THOUSANDS*
The dress of a woman of Lhassa,
In its place
Is an invisible element of that place
Made visible.
from *THEORY*
I am what is around me.
Women understand this.
One is not a duchess.
A hundred yards from a carriage.
*MEN MADE OUT OF WORDS*
What should we be without the sexual myth,
The human revery or poem of death?
Castratos of moon-mash -- Life consists
Of propositions about life. The human
Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,
By the terrible incantations of defeats
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.
The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.
* * * * * * * * * * **
Said Geary-wise: "It's all rock 'n roll to me."
btw, here's my latest:
*FISHING FOR MEANING*
Remember now that young boy fishing
in a gray water river,
where dragon flies hovered
over slow moving water,
remember the splash and silver flash
of popping shad
and the surprise that was had
pulling up a mud-puppy instead of a fish,
bizarre creature with a flaming gills --
so unsettling to realize
that at the bottom, unseen,
strange creatures feed.
moi.
