"Though the wave of words is forever upon us, yet our depth is forever silent." ~Kahlil Gilbran
Poet, there's an artist who works the counter at the coffee shop at the edge of the universe
All he draws are women and all the women he draws are working stages in clubs in varies degrees of undress.
"You should draw windows," I tell him "And then draw what you see beyond the window."
Art is a search of rooms.
Art is an inventory.
Art is pointing out the pieces, and letting the viewer … or the reader … put together the pieces.
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Find your place in the universe and make a stand.
Live an honest, thoughtful life even if those around you don't understand.
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Tell me about slowness in the night.
Tell me about places where poets can think
We live in language.
Let it rule us … even more than law.
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I like my books scattered on the counter beside my computer.
They seem to have an order … even though there is no order.
A book of painting
Three books on the lives of Poets
A cup of coffee … and a candle
And thoughts of undressing you in a motel room, and seeing your clothing scattered on the floor like books scattered in the most beautiful library imaginable.
~ Scattered images for photographs
Scattered images for scenes in pornographic movies
Scattered images flashing in my mind … Is it wrong to harbor such intimate images of you, poet?
(pause)
The night holds its breath and listens /
The night is just a spectator /
How quickly time passes
and how mysteriously
Where does a moment go after we've seen it?
Is there another universe existing just a moment behind us?
Is there another universe existing just a moment ahead?
Comments (2)
SAS,
I enjoyed the read !
Mick.