Sep 2020
compare or compensate - or merely misuse words:
get into a technical nitty-gritty for
the always reasons -
how it has to be sometimes:
strutting like a peacock and all that cliche:
lexicon of feathers -
it must be easiest in love:
to be or rather easiest: to bemoan a love as
what youth once provided: an imaginary
interlude that: as years pass -
as years pass and a memory becomes almost
like a: no... in actual fact a bothersome daydream
that comes into the mind: most of the time
uninvited.
all the things i have to remember without
actually needing them -
all the things i'd want to -
then again: the days when they would pour
acid juice into our sponges for brains
that might erode memory -
for some reason 1 + 1 = 2 is... not exactly
a memorable condition - this absolute seance
with: or monotheistic god as boring and as
immovable as a mountain -
or a desert -
now to complicate with
eternal clocks: could the sahara once upon
a time been a great mountain range?
to imply: a great wind blew and blew
and grain by grain:
that they build pyramids on the edge of
the desert as: an ode to the former past?
i guess i could ask the dead sea in judea for clues...
but no: either an uninvited memory
or a digression -
in writing i am plagued with
digressions -
now that i think of it...
i never thought i'd like anything by Al Purdy -
but i guess you can only like something:
a glass of bourbon and hanging the washing -
later finishing off some work with concrete -
then marinating a chicken for a bbq...
then making a baked cheesecake -
i guess it's learning to write something
as a compliment -
who on earth imagines poetry as
a healthy competition - that there are prizes in this
shitshow of disembodiment from
the formal vernacular -
the vulgate of volcanoes -
sulphuring **** V's up-yours of the english
longbow men at some Capetian phantom...
tin can on horse -
100 years: a century of...
what was that ***** ******* of death
between 1914 and 1945 -
in the old days...
wars and picnics it would seem -
perhaps some outbursts of
vigour and madness -
but once upon a time: war like the making
of wine...
[he] noted: the smell of death -
rotten eggs - oh yes... and if not:
poultry abortions for breakfast -
digression 1 over - digression 2 on the horizon:
there must be some sort of return
to bat i dysciplina...
no matter -
the original sentiment was:
of youth and how anger baits it -
why always notions of the angry youth...
not enough experience not enough:
forthcoming... lessons in disgruntlement?
a ferocious libido - not having to settle into
a pleasure from reading a newspaper?
i would rather call my anger a sourness -
yes... sour overtones -
a pickled hubris -
a pickled hubris a bothering habitual-
then again: at what point
am i no longer young - at 34 i'm nearing
the plateau - all major changes have taken
their final form -
which is never final:
by if reaching 60+ i'll lose an inch or two from
my height...
to call a heart a bird would
be necessary if only there were the wings of
lungs and a rib-rattle for a cage to further
this convenience -
yesterday's rubric:
(a) words that have to become images and
(b) can no longer be mere sounds
(c) that i'd hope most words would never
be used as designations / vectors or
(d) a to-do listing of grief and offences
(e) almost all of jurisprudence is a litany
of synonym-guises
(f) eating a carrot can be technically
a pure objective experience as...
a somewhat coarse subjective nibble...
(g) but that one can one cannot one can...
talk about a spaghetti bolognese objectively:
to object to it as a vegetarian - perhaps...
it's such a subjective experience -
to be gladly subjected to it...
well that's pretty much all of subjectivity -
to be subjected to something - good or ill...
from yesterday:
the curse of objectivity and materialism -
ping-pong or snooker comparisons...
to be objective - to object to something -
to have an arsenal of facts or trivia -
to have more trivia than epistemology -
how could they have
downgraded subjectivity so much?
can this be an authentically angry
question of a 34 year old "youth"?
what was so terrible about subjectivity?
it's not like modern science is as invigorating
and "magical" as: when chemistry was married
to alchemy - or rather was... the latter...
the height of objectivity as:
a way to make sense of being objectionable -
to either good or ill -
at least with subjectivity -
one finds ways to consolidate
oneself as being: subjected to either good or ill...
something from yesterday and:
this c'est la vie for today.
get into a technical nitty-gritty for
the always reasons -
how it has to be sometimes:
strutting like a peacock and all that cliche:
lexicon of feathers -
it must be easiest in love:
to be or rather easiest: to bemoan a love as
what youth once provided: an imaginary
interlude that: as years pass -
as years pass and a memory becomes almost
like a: no... in actual fact a bothersome daydream
that comes into the mind: most of the time
uninvited.
all the things i have to remember without
actually needing them -
all the things i'd want to -
then again: the days when they would pour
acid juice into our sponges for brains
that might erode memory -
for some reason 1 + 1 = 2 is... not exactly
a memorable condition - this absolute seance
with: or monotheistic god as boring and as
immovable as a mountain -
or a desert -
now to complicate with
eternal clocks: could the sahara once upon
a time been a great mountain range?
to imply: a great wind blew and blew
and grain by grain:
that they build pyramids on the edge of
the desert as: an ode to the former past?
i guess i could ask the dead sea in judea for clues...
but no: either an uninvited memory
or a digression -
in writing i am plagued with
digressions -
now that i think of it...
i never thought i'd like anything by Al Purdy -
but i guess you can only like something:
a glass of bourbon and hanging the washing -
later finishing off some work with concrete -
then marinating a chicken for a bbq...
then making a baked cheesecake -
i guess it's learning to write something
as a compliment -
who on earth imagines poetry as
a healthy competition - that there are prizes in this
shitshow of disembodiment from
the formal vernacular -
the vulgate of volcanoes -
sulphuring **** V's up-yours of the english
longbow men at some Capetian phantom...
tin can on horse -
100 years: a century of...
what was that ***** ******* of death
between 1914 and 1945 -
in the old days...
wars and picnics it would seem -
perhaps some outbursts of
vigour and madness -
but once upon a time: war like the making
of wine...
[he] noted: the smell of death -
rotten eggs - oh yes... and if not:
poultry abortions for breakfast -
digression 1 over - digression 2 on the horizon:
there must be some sort of return
to bat i dysciplina...
no matter -
the original sentiment was:
of youth and how anger baits it -
why always notions of the angry youth...
not enough experience not enough:
forthcoming... lessons in disgruntlement?
a ferocious libido - not having to settle into
a pleasure from reading a newspaper?
i would rather call my anger a sourness -
yes... sour overtones -
a pickled hubris -
a pickled hubris a bothering habitual-
then again: at what point
am i no longer young - at 34 i'm nearing
the plateau - all major changes have taken
their final form -
which is never final:
by if reaching 60+ i'll lose an inch or two from
my height...
to call a heart a bird would
be necessary if only there were the wings of
lungs and a rib-rattle for a cage to further
this convenience -
yesterday's rubric:
(a) words that have to become images and
(b) can no longer be mere sounds
(c) that i'd hope most words would never
be used as designations / vectors or
(d) a to-do listing of grief and offences
(e) almost all of jurisprudence is a litany
of synonym-guises
(f) eating a carrot can be technically
a pure objective experience as...
a somewhat coarse subjective nibble...
(g) but that one can one cannot one can...
talk about a spaghetti bolognese objectively:
to object to it as a vegetarian - perhaps...
it's such a subjective experience -
to be gladly subjected to it...
well that's pretty much all of subjectivity -
to be subjected to something - good or ill...
from yesterday:
the curse of objectivity and materialism -
ping-pong or snooker comparisons...
to be objective - to object to something -
to have an arsenal of facts or trivia -
to have more trivia than epistemology -
how could they have
downgraded subjectivity so much?
can this be an authentically angry
question of a 34 year old "youth"?
what was so terrible about subjectivity?
it's not like modern science is as invigorating
and "magical" as: when chemistry was married
to alchemy - or rather was... the latter...
the height of objectivity as:
a way to make sense of being objectionable -
to either good or ill -
at least with subjectivity -
one finds ways to consolidate
oneself as being: subjected to either good or ill...
something from yesterday and:
this c'est la vie for today.
