#abstraction
“The purpose of abstraction is not to be vague, but to create a new semantic level in which one can be absolutely precise.”
—Edsger Dijkstra— (see note)
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a rare nightfall; no poem from lips fell, unbidden;
perused my notations, my fallow field, planting awaiting;
and this damsel lying in wait,
stabbed me in the eye,
the accusation:
ignorance!
fear!
I read, take, I touch these-words,
it’s symmetrical simplicity
stuns me to attempt,
to write
with a
précis decision
to prove its veritas adhesion,
of purposed abstraction, invited we,
come along as we journey upon this
dotted line, une route dangereuse, it’s true!
to travel upon a new semantic pedantic essaying,
cliff face shied sheer away, for this tasked text, beyond my capabilities
I ask my brain for a challenge, provide me a sample,
it sneeringly lyrically replies, “Love, of course!”
Oh! Of Cursed Course!
a universe of predecessors
betters, who’ve taken this burden
to define, refine the unknowable and so familiar,
and yet, always, “and yet,” I query myself ~ and proven?
so I plagiarize myself, (see notes)
no sin in that, mine for the taking,
and recall just yesterday a pithy summary unlacking,
that its simply alignment, grabbed all the meaning ever required:
“Love is what is……is”
indefinite
in define able
commonly uncommon
brief succinct and yet infinite
momentary flashes of eternal existence
here I rest my case;
Having failed this course, more than once,
Confess herein, failed again, and now the time
To permit you and the others too, to capture with
and forever
ever.
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8:03AM
Thursday
March 19 2026
New York City
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
Lost spots enter the walls
The coat is relieved
Diversion in the mind covering the shipyard
Rails fix a rut into the city
Out in the countryside musicians tangle in flowerbeds
Perhaps the planes are also in revolt
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
id like to work on my memory and trying not to forget simple things
Do you remember?
its what id like to work on today because i dont like forgetting stuff
Do you remember friends?
forgetting stuff is scary because i start at forgetting my watch and go
Do you remember friends and?
to forgetting my deadlines to forgetting to eat to forgetting to wake
Do you remember friends and living?
to forgetting people i remember to forgetting people i see everyday
Do you remember friends and living before?
to forgetting the people i love to forgetting the way around town
Do you remember friends and living before this?
to forgetting my way around my street to forgetting my way around
Do you remember friends and living before this started?
my house to forgetting my way around my bedroom to forgetting
Do you remember friends and living before this started hurting?
my name to forgetting what i look like to forgetting what i am
Do you still know how to feel pain like this?
can you help me not forget
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
~
"Why is there only one chair in this room?"
"This once was an island." She replied.
"You favor this place then, I take it?"
"How can I not," said she. "The dawn here is quiet."
"Not on this floor, you are much mistaken! The stairs are like an avalanche."
Looking down at herself, she quickly changed the subject. "There are barcodes on each breast now."
"I see. Were you nervous?"
"Only when focusing on the morning break," She confessed. "Otherwise I was much like you--killing what keeps us alive."
"Is that so bad?"
"I wonder. Sometimes I still feel the bruises." She stated. "But I am told this is normal."
"What else did they tell you?"
"To quit worrying about not being built to scale," she stated in displeasure.
"...and?"
"For me to prepare to fall again for the apocalyptic things written in the sky," She admitted with a wicked smile.
"What's so funny?"
"I recognized your handwriting long ago," She uttered into the centrifuge.
~
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 8:54 AM UTC
going outside nowadays is just a game of
who can hold their breath the longest and of
looking for reasons to pass the time in your
own backyard but the gardens i see are only for
the literary muses haunting writers into submission
and for digging up holes with plastic shovels and
for wishing that i could pick up the daisies
and place them in your hair
i was in the middle of drawing a circle when
my arm quivered and now the line shoots
way past the paper and it's currently
undulating over my desk and zooming past
a caterpillar that's contemplating whether the
process of becoming beautiful would actually
make him beautiful when he already knows
that he is beautiful
i hope the god i pray to forgives me for
making all the lines i write be about you
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
A thinly veiled disguise
Is really what you want on their mind
So they never see the wall you hide behind
The ones put up in your mind.
A heart like an open book riddled with redactions
Your actions an abstraction
Longing to forget the obstructions you encounter and create.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
torn free from the ground of
pregnant ideas and withered
internal dialogues.
aloof in the face of destiny, crying
for refuge among the disowned,
the dismembered, the disinterested. i
alone exist in the maelstrom of abstraction
crafted painstakingly through my ages
and seasons.
a mind as sharp as mine
to raise me without feathers
and place me
among the mulch.
i blanket my canvas with
woes and worries alike, neglecting
the foul-mouthed begotten son
arranged among the pillars left standing.
crooked trees and iced stone to
vibrate
through these ears of clay.
i miss the days of youthful
ignorance and exuberant hope shot at my
future like a cannon of pride
and confidence.
today the final summer flowers exhale
notes of sweet becoming, ever mingling
with the hum of nature's eternal embrace.
the bodies celestial in ambiguity spin and
swirl in irrevocable sincerity. from rise to
fall, through night and naught, the world
recurs again to weave itself anew.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
What leaves won’t leave you
What’s rooted holds you
What flies sees you exposed
What lies stays a child
What dries up won’t remain dry
What’s come to pass shall roll again
Old songs don’t go when new ones play
Things drip and flood, dance out their pace
A snaking river knows its way
No tongue to speak or eyes to see
This realm spins to realign
So every sunbeam finds its tree
* * *
Което те напуска, няма да те пусне
Което корени е пуснало, държи те
Което лети, те вижда открит
Което лъже, дете си остава
Което пресъхва, няма сухо да остане
Което е минало, пак ще се търколи
Не изчезват старите песни пред новите
Неща капят, заливат, танцуват си темпото
Лъкатушеща река пътя си знае
Без език да говори и очи да види
Тази шир се върти до подреждане
За да може всеки лъч да намери дървото си
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
It’s obvious why we tend to become stuck on the details
And I mean “when”
It’s no surprise it’s through the surface
That we explain what can’t be seen
Yet can be eyed by heightened senses
The softest to know, the hardest to describe
It’s not a place, that knowledge, but “a” time
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
I see the stars,
hot and fiery,
holiness looks from afar,
beauty flowing in theory;
the darkness rolls its covers,
spreading afterthought,
the abstract talking in shivers,
as it takes the onslaught;
then the beauty rolls high,
starry lights descend nourishing the abstract;
the moonlit highway turns apple pie,
soothing the soul with beauty's pact;
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
Sometimes, it looks like lenience.
Small passes for big faux pas.
Many believe that it's absolution
Locking themselves in boxes periodically
To cry out, bleeding painful catharsis.
Some sneak it in with charity
Use compassion as a puppet in their mercy show
Throw underhanded in the name of grace.
Some offer it when they're bruised and broken
Spit out blood, then turn the other cheek.
Others give it away with full bellies and warm hands
Either out of purity
Or some nefarious need, pushed down deep.
And I wonder and wander all the while
For I am the fool
Who begs to receive
But can not give.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
You pushed.
You pushed me too far.
Too far I fell.
I fell down the hill.
The hill you built,
And then I stop.
I stop rolling and
I stop crying.
It's dark.
But I am safe here,
Comfortable in the ditch,
Comfortable in the rut
That you placed me in.
One big eye watching me.
One force keeping me
From the unknown.
One push and I roll down.
I roll down into dark oblivion
And absolute uncertainty.
But one push and you’re
Gone.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
Her and his hands cake for noon.
They love the chalk taste of spoils.
From, when did he ask for a tree.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
The butterfly of fragile wings
Flies between thorns
With such graceful turns,
As when it is caressed
By the sweet aroma
Of a myriad of flowers.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
Life is a series of dour ,complexities and abstract
Every abstraction causes an other for its sake
It is like a beggar's *** at times fiction at times fact
Looking few for pennies to buy bread or cake
From abstractions what humans have to select
In plain words what they are authorized to take
Few sand castles or innocent wishes so correct
Still in this duel we have to take and to partake
To prove that we are the ones who are to be perfect
World is so false sham and defrauds to a limit
Still we claim that we deserve to get heaven in pack
And divine wine to sip bit by bit with a lady by writ
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC
Take me to the line
Whisk me to the end
A place of lived reality
Where it makes sense
Take me to the river
Drown me in a fall
A place of abstraction
Where magic happens
Take me to the icecaps
Freeze me on the peaks
A place of surreality
Where ecstasy copulate
This space of fiction
*** brewed as a drug
Lovers a bought right
Lines of ruins and glories
Draw the line to see
A bridge of realness
A tow halved illusions
Drag me to the in-betweens
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
Uniform mass of individuals,
With aphorisms and symbols they wield,
Sharply turning the wheel of history,
With different structure, different calamity.
Five-headed Dragon that is on the rise,
Bringing about its rebirth and demise:
Wholesome transformation as its only cause,
Ameliorative without a pause.
Ideals with violence that it must shield,
Enacted throughout its hierarchy,
With loyalty as its greatest prize.
Grinding everything betwixt its jaws,
The thirst of Humanity that it must slake,
To effectuate the Perfect State.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
The friends he has are wonderful and magestic to the fullest
He creates them
Coming to life in his own reality
He creates abstraction.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC