vircapio gale

vircapio gale Aug 2012

words signifying nothing
                             call questioning into question,
                                                                make vociferous doubt a ruse
                                                                                                           played upon itself;
the diversion of division appears,
                                         an emptiness clothed with fullness,
                                                                                      the semantic womb called void.
there lies a trans-truth
                             between truths our grammar cannot harness,
                                                                                            and a 'meta-truth' we imagine.
trusting in the world that spoke to us,
                                                           we speak,
navigating riddles with nascent symbol-shifting
                                                                    beyond speech,
                                                                                  revealing the artifice of words
                                                                                                                          and the mutability of true thought.
to encompass only by dividing the always-already encompassing~
in gathering this,
                      there hints a ceaseless gathering

do you feel me?

vircapio gale Aug 2012

multipathing processor

like some jealous future self,
my writer's clock balks at this moment with you,
i can't explain, so i give up listening. (i have an app for that)

the writing only stops as degustation ends ~
thank you, though ~ i'd like you to hear
regardless of the meanings lent ~
the gymnolexical fear
appearing ornamental far and near.

google files us away, omniscient
acumen of o's and ones ~
words sing to me their luring promise of a lasting hold,
but less and less
as plastic griming fingers sync
with what it seems to be,
a new world search-
-engine culling info freely
do i still believe in order?
striving for the fitted words,
a love imprinted input thus on crystal pixel page,
your effect on me distilled--
refracted throng associational
fantastic server metacomfort
for an audience
swimming past into this,
now always
ever-new you appear, bursting
at the seams my vision churning
...effluent sourcing, blurry self of others ~
heart-charming river-nymphs!
bolt-hurling sky-satyrs! reeling nations are subtended by your words
that walk, trod, swim across what poetry,
dance with this ever-blooming techne-earth
as i mark your plasmic eyes
we flow and let flow,
we dance our farmer's mud
into the beryl-winding paths
of othernets and cyberplay,
the restful ends reborn bright white
lacing lattice-scopic fibrous
scatters of another wi-fi interlife ~
we stream and let stream,
river-tress girl, your eyes summon
a great coalescence in me,
we dance into the channeled
delta of spring beauty here across the keyboard;
it cascades a slow attentive phosphene
striking pointed notes of color,
ring beneath and through the
green, sylvan silicon throw of mossy html
so that even rocks and sprawling
tree-trunks sing within the disembodied
vortexes of arrowed imagery to browse
my virtual belongings to you,
alone in your sorrow-joy fighting
free love in an all-world-breath
before the screen

gymnolexical - words that denude, or words themselves denuded
techne - craftsmanship, craft, or art
html - Hypertext Markup Language
phosphene - a phenomenon characterized by the experience of seeing light without light actually entering the eye

vircapio gale Aug 2012

mereologies

all is shedding, all is growing
all is food,     all is fuel
all is useful,       all is living
all is hot,       all is cooling
all is bright,     all is shadowed
all is water,          all is flux
all is one, all is 'all'
all is fake, all is mind
all is flame,      all is wind
all is number,        all is music
all is form,     all is empty
all is word,     all is light
all is fate, all is god
all is chance,    all is pointless
all is good, all is pain
all is play,  all is love
all is beauty,      all is grace
all is honor,       all is family
all is creed,            all is sin
all is nature,             all is me
    all is false,              all is true
all is being,           all is not
all is active,     all is passive
all is lucid,      all is vague
all is boring,          all is sexing
all is sleeping,    all is woken
all is order,                    all is chaos
all is two,            all is three
all is many,                 all is power
all is knowledge,        all is health
all is virtue,           all is wisdom
all is pleasure,   all is work
all is given,           all is taken
all is ours,            all is theirs
all is mine,                           all is yours
all is costly,                                 all is free
all is decay,                                   all is blooming
all is different,                                                          all is same
all is force,                                                                       all is flow
all is woven,                                                                    all is riven
all is medium,                                                            all is message
all is habit,                                                        all is novel
all is worthless,                                               all is complete
all is repetition,                                      all is unique
all is metered,                                   all is rhyme
all is simple,                                     all is complex
all is done,                                 all is waiting
all is language,                 all is thought
all is balance,                      all is equal
all is owed,                     all is tilting
all is spinning,              all is peace
all is vibrant,                            all is grey
all is dance,                                   all is color
all is tragic,                                         all is comic
all is heart,                                               all is motion
all is self,                                            all is other
all is purpose,                                                 all is lost
all is style,                                                   all is learned
all is nurtured,                                         all is coded
all is strife,                                           all is calm
all is blank,                                        all is written
all is now,                         all is past
all is starting,                        all is ending
all is open,              all is closed
all is hurting,                all is healing
all is heavy,              all is hard
all is life,            all is death
all is funny,             all is dreaded
all is fullness,         all is worth it
all is progress,            all is worthless
all is dream,                  all is real
          all is pulling,                        all is pushing
all is gain,            all is lack
      all is presence,               all is distance
all is opaque,              all is clear
            all is alone,             all is entwined
all is union,     all is dual
     all is yearning,         all is stopping
all is abject, all is perfect
all is sound, all is silence
all is known, all is unknown
all is a 'part', all is a 'whole'
all is a holon, all is unsaid

not sure what this all meant, but at least now it's all out. was inspired by Thales, feel free to add to the list :P

vircapio gale Jul 2012

easy joy, too easy sparking there beside a morning sit

a dream was never held
within the heart like this;
to caress and mimic make
the metamorphic yields
no image to allure, on swell of
blissing ribcage breathing:
field-horizons seethe for
gaze to set upon a focus-fix,
a cough subsides to utter sweetness
in the air, the intake of a blanket joy
to sweep the skin entire me
for being free, electric nexus-winds
to soften stances, slowly vibrate
perspectival nodes, and deeper nests
of echoed intertwinement
through the hall of gathered newness
breathed, breathing insight
sounds beyond the worlds imagined--
to sing the choice in serpentine,
throat cascades galactic chirping
carved flight of nimble-cover quickening
shines higher, pitching lust and thought
behind my ears revealing awe
ambrosia waves from sigh-blown
relics of a leafy launching,
spinning dust of nebulaeic tones
on ancient sprout-soul holding
true for humble new beginnings green and blue.
heave this newfound beauty
axis wing upon that giant
spiral booming where
imagined whims are gentlest
of all transearthly greatnesses--
simply sphotal sounds
on winds of changing colorflow--
sending quivers in the dark,
a smile-fire scree of charms
i've known along
us even while alone

sphoṭa (Devanagari स्फोट, the Sanskrit for "bursting, opening", "spurt") is etymologically derived from the root sphuṭ 'to burst'. It is used in its technical linguistic sense by Patañjali (2nd c. BCE), in reference to the "bursting forth" of meaning or idea on the mind as language is uttered. Patañjali's sphoṭa is the invariant quality of speech" (wikipedia).

vircapio gale Jul 2012

this (10w!) title isn't true, and that makes it true, rebelliously

~

though you're titulars, you can't control our meanings! poems revolt!! (10w!)

~

after imagining yesterday that my poems felt oppresssed by my desire to name and revise them correctly, this title arrived in a dream last night. i woke up counting the number of words so i could 'fix' it. (thanks HP for teaching me normalize my babies.) the body can be taken to address publishers, copyrightists, collectors, writers, books, titles, poems and the bodies of poems themselves. don't blame me if your poems run away from you or wear more revealing apparel than your title allows ;)

vircapio gale Jul 2012

(10w) apodicticity

i'm not entirely certain this is what i'm writing about

vircapio gale Jul 2012

the perfect poem (sinngebung)

the perfect poem

would start by acknowledging its imperfection
and yet would bind the heart to listen
in any mood
any clime, any mind...

it would forgive contingent interruptions
in its contribution to evolution

and to grandly synthesize the facts,
it would pierce its central theme in one or so lines,
a one-stroke ******
embedded somewhere safe, an apex valley
of words and symbols to communicate
rather than excommunicate
or bemuse...

an accord of human
commonality, invitation to wonder
or to leave off reading for later|

to wake or soothe to sleep,
it would be a poem you could wear into battle
or soft-intone to soothe a dying loved-one's breath.
the perfect poem would promise laughter
after every tear, catharsis guaranteed.
it would be godly and irreverent,
honest and veiled.
erudite, but conversational: a soul-mate in the etymons.
chalk-full of sultriness,
elementally seducing
with allure of verbal petrichor,
released from a long-awaited desert cloud,
dripping at the center aching...
and all wants fulfilled
(but for the other yearnings it instilled).

even a cursory perusing-over yields
a boundless sphere of cheer!
(you may not find it here, or anywhere)
an epic of haiku in casual/dress wear...
therapeutic, silent or aloud,
empathy in every line, attentive to the reader's work.
a collaborative lore
entwining evermore and more,
tolerant of others, wiser for their scorn --
it would shift its meaning, each read through:
twelve interpretations would do;
in fact it would take up residence in you,
it would help with shopping, too,
save the queen, start a culture all its own
a witness to atrocity and fame,
a judge of victors, the criminally insane,
an analgesic to the lame.
both densely, and loosely writ
it would be spontaneous, yet crafted by a practiced art.
it would rhyme, as if the muses commanded it to rhyme
contrived at the dawn of time
to be contrivance free...
for your particular ears, for your soul, right now
an ever-present origin of meaningfulness sent
like similes for your life only --
it would foster to create within itself
expression's manifold and measure,
in line with styles all in vogue
the global culture's wold,
hermeneutic gold.
it would be made of wood, and snow
of sun and space, the universe in tow.
it would spiral, dance and sing beneath its sounds
teach a novel lesson, for novel ears,
each and every time
it would be memorized, and hung
glazed with caligraphic meditation
in a cloister boarding only **** monks,
it would bear no clumps.
it would smoothe out all the lumps,
it would offer more than i can say...
the perfect poem wouldn't even mind being thrown away;
it would come again some day.
in fact, on second thought, it may come a different way--
created in the fae-lines of the eyes,
the ears and mind: the double prance
of in and out and everywhere resize
the meaning-giving dance.

sinngebung: meaning giving
etymon: A word or morpheme from which compounds and derivatives are formed.
petrichor: the name for the smell of rain on dry ground
wold: a usually upland area of open country
hermeneutics: the study of the methodological principles of interpretation