waking up with a start

[blp]

waking up with a start or morning the paths run criss cross

when it ends

all good things

au;fd|\ijuiouue

………………………………………………rat dies in hole passage

flies proliferate in passage and spread into rooms of the house


worm slips into its hole

a blunt pencil can be sharpened
……………………………………..but we can
but nothing can be done……………stop
………………………………………..can’t stop

From here to here to here to here
it's all just a succession o f i mages…………an d



What I have not lost:
Stacks of different coloured clothes. Orange peels. Red cards. Brown slats. Blackboards.
Strips of reddish film negative.……What happens = ………..But
………………………………………………………..What you want………….but
The joke is that……………………………………..Things as they are
that that that that the rat died in its hole…………are as they should be
……………………………………………………Beauty. Truth.
Flies

it’s funny

;lksdus

….I just

……fell over on th e s idewa lk….pav e m en t
while combing against the f grain of the
whorls of m y h air

………………….a dowsing pendulu m
………………………knocked my fee t o ut f rom und e r me
while I wa s maki ng stock predictions
…..fro m t h e slurry a t th e botto m of my teacup

___Was there supposed to be a plan?
I Dunno.
…(NO. there wasn’t any pattern

….things were only supposed to be……………………..better between us
……………………………..........…….a
…..set in motion. According to certain laws.)……………………and gospel is
………………………………..........….^………….grammar…………….always only
Projec tor pictur e s…………………….yellow light………….according to
……………………………..yellow ………on the white wall….. someone

waking up with the lamp on at midday// midday
voi ce s from down stai rs

lsj;luljw.d

Rubs eyes and sees complex geometric patterns in the lids
Coruscating rectangles beige and red rectangles
badly illumined rushing weakly coruscating greyly
nests for grey insecs that live in my head
……and fight constantl y
……on the chair by the bed a yellow platter with moth w in gs
And
……the air is polluted with hauntings……………..Grey
……of all the little wrongs I did to people…………. Pillow, black
(or times whe n they misunderstood and I didn’t explain)……..felt tip letters
Memories of the Present……………………………That record cover on the table
As ifI’vealready seenthis…………………..black felt tip pen. What to do?
yet I still don’t know what to do next
(living up to my potentail
n learning to pass through solid object s
IfI could make myselfconcentrate.An d talk
****som esense in t o th eterrorists)Coffee, for god’s sake

I mean………………………………………………….all I can really
Do I have to do more?…………………………………think
I do know…………………………………………………is that my
I must, but ………………………………………………..rectum,
Did I really do such ……………………………………..armpit and
wrong?…………………………………………………….nose
A hangover is …………………………………………..itch
never
easy
……………………..(never
………………………easy)
and I mean
I don’t know if – you know –
you hanging around d
pretending to be me
hurting me
making me feel guilty
is really helping

Your face is weird anyway.
Well, I’m a bit hung over
What’s on your mind?
Well

This mobile phone competition
You have already……………lost
…………………because you chose the wrong
……………………………………………provider
I texted……………she cried
……I only…I texted
From the upstairs corridor, small windows
looked out onto a vast blue gymnasium
foodstalls……………..objects wrapped in beef
…………………………fried vegetables
Texting……….
……………….The DJing Lie
This lie
about YOU CAN BRING WHATEVER RECORDS YOU WAN T AND PLAY THEM, she cried
the crowded hallway, that was all
in the crowded hallway, WHAT WAS ALL THAT?
ABOUT?…I only said these things because I
liked you, he replied.
…EMPTY PROMISES!
I only wanted to show you how ebullient I could be, he cried
They went upstairs
These things you did because you thought you wouldn’t be accepted have
UPSET people, she exclaimed
I’d like to get into that gymnasium, she told him
It has the vastness and colour of the sky but
is also
………………..a fitnness facility

But fitting in makes no difference to anything, he sighed.
The…lamp still on, I realized suddenly I had returned quietly
to the equivocal comfort of her presence
in the grey pillow

[Countess]

Sounds like you live quite a life. I used to back in the day, have a "cross-starred lovers, twenty-one years of drunken orgies with whores in the night" to remember it by, as a token that it occured.

I much prefer this sanity of my daily existence today - a tad boring, yes, but peaceful with peace that passes understanding. I long for drama no more (detoxed when I was twenty-four.)

You might consider it, if life pains you like this.

Countess

[ThatIndividual]

BLP, bravo friend! I quite enjoy your poem.

[Countess]

I enjoyed it too - BLP packed alot of passion in a relatively short verse.

[blp]

Thanks. And thanks for your concern. Actually, I'm pretty sedate really, and most of my hangover's actually are kind of easy, though you never can tell. This would be a bit of the old 'emotion recollected in tranquillity'.

[white camellia]

Oh, didn't notice this before. You don't write quite like that any more now, it seems.

[white camellia]

A poem in such a complex form slows down the reading, or rather, interrupts. It's like a walk in a labyrinth. But it does add varied and spontaneous feelings to it.

[blp]

Oh, didn't notice this before. You don't write quite like that any more now, it seems.

No. Well, at the time I was much more involved with writing poetry in general and was interested in experimenting. And I might be again sometime, but at the moment I've got other things to do.

[blp]

A poem in such a complex form slows down the reading, or rather, interrupts. It's like a walk in a labyrinth. But it does add varied and spontaneous feelings to it.

Yeah. There are one or two bits where you can either read across or down and actually make different senses of it. But you can also read it fast and let the jumble stay a jumble.

[jon1jt]

I'm with white camel about this complex slowing the reader down. To read it fast seems unnatural to me. When I got down to the third line I sensed the start of an unravelling and glanced up at the title for a hint into how much abstraction I might be encountering ahead. "Paths crisscross" says it all. But despite my first impression, this piece is not actually complicated or jumbled, it's very structured, right down to the s pac ing. By the end it's apparent the sum is greater than its parts. I always enjoy the experimental stuff, this with some nice rhythm, just no single line or stanza grabbing me if you know what I mean.

[blp]

The paths run criss cross thing is from the Richard Wilhelm edition of the I-Ching, where it's metaphorical, obviously, but I think it's such a perfect thing to say about morning.

Glad the structure comes across.

[jon1jt]

The paths run criss cross thing is from the Richard Wilhelm edition of the I-Ching, where it's metaphorical, obviously, but I think it's such a perfect thing to say about morning.

Glad the structure comes across.

Hey what's this metaphysical stuff you're talking about?? You're not going religious on me are ya??! Don't get me wrong, if you are...well, Shalom to you.

[blp]

Hey what's this metaphysical stuff you're talking about?? You're not going religious on me are ya??! Don't get me wrong, if you are...well, Shalom to you.

Religious? Moi? Perish the thought and let it have no afterlife. I said metaphorical, not metaphysical. But sure, anyway, Shalom to you too.

[jon1jt]

Religious? Moi? Perish the thought and let it have no afterlife. I said metaphorical, not metaphysical. But sure, anyway, Shalom to you too.

Sorry 'bout that. I should have known better.