Light Descends

Virescens

Sunlight forges
white gold.
                          All colors imbued,
                              save green,
                               with lust.

Green grows bold
ripe blades cut
by forged blade
to ripen.


Green is life outlasting
pale bones broken by root.
Green is death escaping
leaves shed for greener shoots.

Angel at the Crossroads

Trakl Tree's Sky Kissed Leaves

Morocco Became Cloud

Trakl's Tree

Winds solicit limbs of this tree, shedding leaves of Trakl's poetry.

Who Faults Skyclad Eyes?

Limb and Leaf

       

"Put forth thy leaf, thou lofty plane,
East wind and frost are safely gone;
With zephyrs mild and balmy rain
The summer comes serenely on"
In stratis viarum IV, lns 1-4,  Arthur Hugh Clough.

Summer in Romagna

      In castles of endless afternoon
            eyes shine like Suns

Fascism and Terror

 

    "There is a widely held opinion that the fascist terror was just an ephemeral episode in modern history, now happily behind us. That opinion I cannot share. I believe that it is deeply rooted in the trends of modern civilization, and especially in the pattern of modern economy.
   "Indeed the reluctance to face squarely and explore fully the phenomena of terror and their implications is itself a lingering phenomena of the terror."

                        ----"Terror's Atomization of Man", Leo Lowenthal


    "Unless you are prepared to be pitiless, you will get nowhere...Domination is never founded on humanity, but, regarded from the narrow civilian angle, on crime. Terrorism is absolutely indispensable in every case of the founding of power...Even more important than terrorism is the systematic modification of the ideas and feelings of the masses. We have to control those."

                       ---- Adolf Hitler in recorded meeting w/ Hermann Rauschning, quote from same work

               

Fragrance

 

     Lips brushing your warm neck,
       Nostrils flare to flame
           breath of pores

  Sacred murder of
       flowers and Hellfire
         forging desire


Pungent Baubo
  sways limbs
 
We lie left
    of golden apples

Scent swathes dream

Senses capitulate
to vertiginous sensation

       
It never leaves----
remembering when
       breath deepens

squall

bruised clouds
cover the sun

streets blush black from grey

a lightning strike
cracks God's jaw

                                    as mortals seek shelter
                                       from heavenly ire.

Life/Light

                   

Cholera

     The baser pole voids wisdom,
these fouled sheets a generation's labor.

Life so acutely sensed in youth's searing summer,

               when words served me.

Time consumed chasing after absolutes...
Friedrich, Christiane. Alas, there is no relief.

         Ashen twilight shrouds
           all forms ascending
             immutable dusk.

Nanette, a kiss before

  breath's task ceases.

Petals of the Sun (Phaëthon's Ashes)