Saturday, November 28, 2009

Merci Bucket



"Quam misera animalium superbissimi origo"

----Pliny the Elder, Natural History, Bk. VII, chp. 43.



1. Family
2. Lover
3. Friends
4. Health
5. Light
6. Sight
7. Grace
8. Taste
9. Tous les livres
10. Music
11. Dance
12. Impossibly long eyelashes
13. My automobile
14. Athleticism
15. The cooking skills of others

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Stars Hands

I

Look up

Cast a score
of stars
                     enough for constellation

To assist and guide
                                     with constant fire
all relation

II

Hands fall
                           Drawn by
                                sidereal hues 
                                          of white cloth

Bury what blinds
                                    close sky-clad eyes

                                                Let the kindling
                      of this spark
                                              ignite everything






Friday, November 20, 2009

Autumn Menagerie 23: Crush


So far past it whispers.
A realm of sinking
traces I cleave
to.......
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My tiny fists
crush the fabric
I loved.
I do not remember
her name.

Fragments on Dawkins

Dawkins' hubristic contempt for Religious faith is amusing. Darwin's Theory of Natural Selection and Adaptation stands and has more "empirical evidence" behind it---(Science, much like Religion, is just another value system--it has its liturgy, priests and ethos--it attempts to explain the world) Is it the last word? Who knows? But to entirely debase believers, as a Scientist, no less, is crass. Sir Isaac Newton, Decartes, Pascal and Leibniz---Men who Darwin respected and scientists who had faith. As if Dawkins could sneer at Newton or Pascal? I say this as a non-believer. Science itself requires faith. it's just another fideism, based on the belief that the human mind can etch out cosmic laws through empirical research, equations or hypotheses proven post-festum. Here I would like to pause and mention David Hume's argument against causal connections and progress in time in his A Treatise of Human Nature....Much of the pulp Dawkins writes is Scientific Gospel..Science has brought us closer to mapping the Atomic Nucleus, and with the very same knowledge, Nuclear Weaponry. Does Dawkins really believe in Progress through human intellect via science? Had he met or ever read Oppenheimer, Dirac or Wolfgang Pauli? I doubt it...He cherry picks and Propagandizes like a Vatican Official for his cause. Nothing wrong with that.......The only true Atheism is silence. For you admit a belief in Transcendence in utilizing shared signs and expecting to be understood. That's a Leap of Faith which ultimately leads to Deism. For who or what is the hidden third that endorses agreement? Even through the multiplicity of languages and their mutability and mortality, one ascribes a Deus Absconditus as the invisible third.

Hume also smashed the Intelligent Design theory in his Dialogues Against Natural Religion....He also intimated that science itself was a religion of man's ratio. Humans ascending the Cosmic Throne. Scientists use Hume carefully. Kant was so distraught over the skepticism in Hume's Treatise he was compelled to write his Critique of Pure Reason. These events occurred in the late 18th early 19th century. My how far Dawkins has progressed!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Autumn Menagerie 22: American Catiline


Young, bold and handsome,
the future spread before
him like a Field of Cloth
of Gold.

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Dreams spent.
Promise ground into
fine powder.
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He is Legion.


Monday, November 16, 2009

Train Song

I fight sleep
wrestling
dark angels.

In the distance
the muffled beat of boxcars 
rolls a perfect lullaby.
                                      Deep and rhythmic as womb's tide,
                                      the train's wake hushed restless flight.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Dawn



Morning,
Gray damp
dishrag skies
wrung out on
beds.

The alluvial
spread of
hair
spills 'cross
arms.

The cool and acute
touch takes us
from dull
tableaux.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Autumn Menagerie 21: The Town Crier



"By convention sweet and by convention bitter,
by convention hot, by convention cold,
by convention color: in reality atoms and void."
------------------ Democritus.


His words break the air
Like a toddler's toy.
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Laugh or cry
Over the gall.
We must die,
After all.







Monday, November 09, 2009

Sunday, November 08, 2009

Awakening

Instant vertigo,

lines of light
run through
blinds

Dispelling
the mysterious topography
of dreams

Begin,
wiping eyes and rising,
to orient.


Friday, November 06, 2009

Autumn Menagerie 20: The Mass Shooter(Not Shown)


(Mass Shooter not shown in effort to refuse to feed anti-Muslim
turn of coverage[Latest story-"Shooter Shouted "Allahu Akbar""].
The man in photo is a spokesman and innocent of any wrongdoing.)
(Image courtesy of CBSNews)
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If only we had more guns
tragedies like these would
be less likely.
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The war machine has no head,
just appetite.
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Note:
Despite being a Muslim, the shooter was an officer
who acted as a Psychiatric Counselor to personnel
suffering PTSD's from action in theatres of war and
occupation.
It was well known he had severe misgivings about
the military operations in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The Army promptly called him up to serve in
Afghanistan.
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" All's fair in love and war."

Thursday, November 05, 2009

In Lieu of Fucking



Let's overrun
pearly gates
And found a republic
of rest.

Where the notes
of our inspiration
become one.


Our capitol
banks on
the slowest
rivereverrun.


I'll wear your
softness dalliantly,
invested
in the full
caress.


Please, love, let's not
stir up dust.
It stings the eyes.

Darling,
in lieu of fucking,
let us cleave to 
sweet reverie,
drunk on the
dulcet whisper,
"We."

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

The Factory Head

Hum of turbines
unsettles sleep.

A sidewalk unwinds
outside the factory.

It is not music or scenery,
 merely heads touching
     cold machinery.

The furnace still burns.
Black motes rise 
from ashen mouths

  To assemble dark lines
consuming word and deed.






Sunday, November 01, 2009

Belinda

Bells end the day.

Belinda
nicks Sol's
bright eye...

cool shining
Crown in the pocket
of eve's black shift.

Belinda,
ubiquitous trail
of fragrant exhalation.

Belinda,
triple tongue leap
of devout invocation.

Shade cloaks the lie.

In her eyes,
those forged depths,
crafts founder.



Ode



Breath erodes.
Flesh leavens to endure.

We must part 
when the Sun leaves the sky.
Desire sets, 
but desire does not die.