#6 ‘Let it slide’
"A poem need not have meaning and like most things in nature it does not have to.” -Wallace Stevens.
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#6 ‘Let it slide’
Who are you
going to believe—me or the committee that has unanimous
handcuffs and no teeth? Picked God in an echo chamber?]
To hear what is left unsaid keep things off balance.
But what if you you let imagination only work at short range
in a straight line bound with secret knots like a flimsy negligée
pushed nearly out of reach? Well then… you fucked up
the beauty other people see. Get it?
I’m nostalgic but I also know history’s old mantra
is sloppy and sometimes plain wrong
as if the icing on its cake
scarred by angry omission or ellipses
anchors a highly forgiving defi-
nition of error.
It doesn’t recognize me sugarcoating piglets allergic to subtitles
despite the lunging modernity marooned at the limits
of equipoise, that nervous sense
of not being exactly where you are.
May I suggest a last look at the words of the Gita,
our bodies finally uncomplicated by interpretation “because, in
truth, your body is a natural form of emptiness”
that gets crossed out by silence
at the beginning of a snowfall.
This is one of my favorites!
“because, in
truth, your body is a natural form of emptiness”
that gets crossed out by silence
at the beginning of a snowfall.