The way we feed off one another, the way organisms feed off each other is endlessly fascinating.
Tag: Being
Window Ledge Poetry
A bathroom window ledge cut-glass object, simple, light filled, grand.
Dream World
A dream is most often, or at least mine are, like a metamorphosing octopus, a non-stop serial segue of mutations in being, syncronous with the suspension of logic and time. And the dismissal of happily ever after is another function of most of my dreams.
Canzone 3
Version three has many of its own poetic charms.
Visual Poetry 2
This is a black and white variation of the same subject as yesterday’s post but the angle is different placing the geometry of the tiles as just about a perfect foil to the free flow of light and petals; and the b/w treatment removes the sensuality of the colour which in turn seems to formalize the content as being all about feelings & grey scale aesthetics.
Word Figures
Rocks, leaves, pottery shards, broken board overturned in search of luminous word that might ease a poem through tension of page …
Excess
The temptation of flamboyant self-lacerating words.
Excess or Word Bomb2
What’s with your endless
and obsessive word take-downs,
in / out the frozen half-pipe page
of big-aired snowboard frays;
the gory glory gallery gawking,
the razor-edged play/replay,
the icy drifts of slow-mo mocking snow
and self-slicing words.
The word flay pays dividends in readership / followship,
its pain / despondency / despair exploded sweet against a sour blue;
you caustically describe, inscribe, intaglioo
your algorithms crystalline;
you recut, resplice, rephrase,
refine, respline, pin pull, toss off
oft in brilliant triple double roll
with inverse somersault,
fate fault-spelled, a carved crash craved
again, again.
I soft-shoe and compliment your art’s excess
with mine: Nothing exceeds like excess.
Fillière © 11 20 2017
That Moment of Lucid Dream
Aware within sleep … aware of the wrangle jangle jar of alarm …
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