Unshared Light

sharp luck

dumbstruck

today it hurts again

 

last night, dreams of you

which now means

you in me, past the light

 

what does it?

cert sign that some untouched world

of togetherness

must together be brought?

or retrenchment of a spiral one

of me

stuck in me alone?

 

sharp luck

dumbstruck

the more it hurts again

 

vast insight

of you in me

beyond what might

keep within quiescent tone

 

what is desire?

truth that the old may well collapse

because already rising in its wake

are the first suns of the new?

or is fire more reckless, less controlled

issued oftenest one way

spoiling the fruit of any return?

 

dumb struck

sharpluck

I am lit again

 

cast outright

into the battered sea

of you star side

whether or not it be

 

Time 22 (moment and movement)

The time it takes

the body

rooted

or wrapped

to embody

the body it is

is time

being taken away

from the body –

sapped

and muted;

 

time empty

when the body full

and full

when the body empty;

 

TIME

 

or the body

of the body

 

di-stiller

of the moment

into

an, at once,

much fuller and emptier

movement.

Gynecology (Part VI of the Arts and Sciences series)

as I see an up and down movement in the days

like the sea moving up and down in the hours

as far as see-ing a movement of seasons

cutting a scene – up and down through the count

 

as eye seas

up and down the movement

of C’s –

up and down movers and motivators

seizing the up and down

 

I sea

eye-to-eye

up and down

eye seas

i-to-i

out and out

seasons C-ing (Cunting) in and out.

 

It

all

comes

________ full circle

 

a spill, up and down seizure

of the eye-line

C-seeded

 

sea-son bearing

sun of a seafaring

birth

and an up and down berth

sides-size

of

 

a

people

(not just one thing

but one thing again and again

more than anyone could take)

as much as there must be a people

in every person.

 

Physiology (Part V of the Arts & Sciences series)

I am made of hands at the end of my arms

I am armed shoulder-like, shoulder-width

 

shoulder-to-shoulder

a head

tethered unconvincingly

wobble wobbles

trying to vertical-line to a middle

-_______________________-

-___________-

o

-___________-

-_______________________-

production of a head-ache

 

sea-sick between twos

like nostrils, nipples, knees

down to a couple of feet apart

marching on orders

through the articulations

going

hip-hip poor-pot-am-us

all the way round

back and forth

with itself to itself

roundabout a standing

everything I take with me

plus the minus of forgetting

around abouts

one rounded up

as bellybuttoned as allusions to a cut-off point

the whole body

or starting point of an already-fattened

 

joined up wheels

 

to be able to go again

 

hip-high pot his is

ran-sacked by urgencies unfinished

as cyclical as circular

pushed on by a pulling off

dismemberment cauterised and redoubled through good and bad organisation

(which from which not always obvious)

knee-deep in it

to the finger tipping-point

of a touch that shocks

and a pokey extension in turn sensitive to the touch

 

shot-maker, shock-repeater

current conductor of an electrical leaking

 

electricity of life

 

I am, body

nascent within a distance

to shock and be shocked

shoot after shot

 

but back and forth

first times after a first time never quite yet been

in readiness to know

what all the feelings mean

 

the break-up

the make-up

the disembodiment of organisation

before re-swallowed by the sweaty pocket-warmth of the ultimate sensitivity

where the half i am is properly absorbed

and whence I was originally spat out and buttoned

come full circle

without being able to fill anything up

repeating

at the sake of the diminishment of the body

but not the head-ache feeling

which just metastasises

walking the body through the irreversibility of its forwardness

always back turned to a world of surprises

the relationship of contact

 

Nana

…and now it does seem,

great Mother,

that you are upon

a slow Autumn

the final season

of your full life

 

the flock you nested

has long since flown, confident and vivacious

into the bright Summers

which your careful Spring-raising made True

of six 9-mooned Winters

resiliently carried through

 

there are now birds of those birds

nests inspired on those you prepared

the multiplication of your first work, speaking its success

reverberations of your Love, unabated

still spawning seasons, Summers

thriving on the essence of your light…

 

…and so, indeed, as much as it may seem,

great Mother,

that your body has turned on you

and now terminally sheds and folds itself away,

the spirit and truth you have given us to fearlessly fly on

can neither fall nor whither, but prove you, immortal.

History (Part III of the Arts & Sciences series)

We are not there

The Country is not there

Others are not there

Love is not there

 

The repeat retreat into the present

is fixed in the distances we already know

 

only there could be there

only there will be there

 

the people, here

structures, here

ideas, here

 

are still here

have to be here

as here-not-there

 

and yet perhaps

Present Indicative

of a having-to-be that is

still

something there-not-here

 

way in which

these things in our way on the way

have to be –

if they have to be –

one-way way-making:making-way way-makers

if a way at all

to away

awaiting

by something like weighing into

There

 

Not destinations

at least no more than the present could have been destined in the first place

 

all at once guided and blinded by a

present which, in second place,

is some-way let get in the way

of being-on-its-way

that is, Being, on its way

Culinary (Part II of the Arts & Sciences series)

a soup is water made with something

 

the making of something runs like water

running into the possibility of water

 

the water possibility of soup

is a soup possibility of water

and therefore for the there-for

so much more:

 

water-with-something

is water watered down,

water also the difference of soups

the key ingredient to their ingredients being key…

 

water is a bowl-floater

a boat-floater

bowls, boats

bounds, bonds

bloat-footer

footing soups

 

and the understanding is

soupy

watered –

as crystal clear as yet more soup not quite as runny as the water…

 

water-made something

makes soup

and “water” in name just as water-made

 

touching the water scoops it ladle

comes out too thick

too made-up –

Ironically, too watered down

too quick

to constitute the in-definition

of under-standing…

to show up the world

under-water…

 

the collected spoonful

and subsequent spoonfilled collections

(in fact any spoon is just another collection of spoons)

a sort of liquidity

movement

too mixed in the coming

washed up, washed out in a going

on the shores

of a gap-wide bowl-full contactability

a “watered” eroding

gardens to the flower of the im-permanent

more keys

ingredients

in a water that tells us something about everything

but not everything about something.

gaps.

soup-holders.

Politics (Part I of the Arts & Sciences series)

i am done with a native weakness

which is the strength of my need

the call from which i call at all

the gap in me, open before me, after me

whence the person i am, must be, met or unmet

in a contact of bodies

 

but a body contacted

held

to be

not in the skeletal quantity that weighs it as such

but through the long emptiness that halves such a body

left-over emptiness that requests such a holding

where and when a body by itself is not a body

but a place harmed or warmed by bodies

an articulate physique of strength and weakness

as colourful signal of the whole weak or strong

whether in the emptiness the whole harms or warms,

that capacity of the full body to defile and love

to defile or love the single body that needs

defile or love the emptiness that calls…

 

the single body’s expiration

timing of the final fall to its total weakness

is breathed, alone/embraced, through an every-body.