oneofmurphysbiscuits

Nov 28 2011, 01:41 PM

i scribbled a piece of contingency/love thing today from yesterday , so this makes me smile, {{{{{sUZ}}}}}}

Thomas Hounds

Nov 28 2011, 02:33 PM

I can't give this the attention it deserves this week. Perhaps I'll be able to get to it this weekend.

suzannahhh

Nov 27 2011, 10:27 AM

all of it

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now.*slips away.*and it is now.
again. but not the same
now***and now*****and*****now

in each now***the things
*of substance
small and large
**too small to be seen
**too large to be seen
*and the seeable
some are here
more are there

too near to be seen
too far to be seen

or near enough
but I am not looking
in that direction
right now

there**there are things
I have no name for
there**there are things I have no
*suspicions about**because
I am unaware
there are so many things
right now
that I cannot think of them all
not this now***nor any now yet
**to come

now I am thinking about
**all the things I don’t know about

there are many things I do not know
*the names of
things***never held or beheld

still***I am thinking about them
I can think about all the unknowns
in this very now

in the collective abstract
they make a massive thought

I am thinking now
about the massive thought
which is a thing****which
**is a thing I name
this thought**about what I cannot
think about**because I do not know**the things
I do not know the names of the things I do not know

this thought is a massive heavy fog of thought

and now I have strayed
now I have metaphoress’d
from bare runes into weather bloom

fog attenuates**light quickens upon
*****bare thought***wind danced
puts forth buds**leaves**flowers
now a massive forest
and I do not know the names
**of trees or underbrush
I do not know
**what scurries**stalks
**what**slithers**creeps
**what flies
here in the massive thought
*of what I do not know
*of what I do not know the names of

Quote:

 

Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera.
-From Burnt Norton, “Four Quartets”

TonyH

Nov 30 2011, 05:27 AM

I like it very much Suzannahhh. It has a feel of a meditation, I hesitate to say prayer, at times yet at others just a wonderful simplicity of a drifting and at other times I almost wondered if it could be read for children almost as a nursery rhyme. I also like the switch from the abstract to the more (still unknown) specific and the word metaphoress'd. I have sometimes wondered if I do not know more about nature almost deliberately so i can walk around experienvcing it without the weight of identifying it in certain ways, and this captures that (for me). On first reading its pared downess of language made me think of Beckett or Pinter, but that's not so much there on second reading, just very enjoyable. Good luck with more.