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"enumerator" poems
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
Echoes of Muidic Art Found on Digital Shoal
Words activate something in me even if I’m just thinking, not writing. So I soon find myself back at the keyboard. It seems that my life’s been a series of keyboards. My motor’s always running—I idle fast. But I’ve been untying my intellectual shoe-strings recently. Dissociatively avoiding intellective pursuits, and embracing entropy (since school ended). It’s been relaxing—I’ve felt new to my body. There’ve been happenings lately, particularly in the nocturnal theater of romantic nights. My bf Peter’s here—trying to look impressed by an under-grad degree. He’s a pretty good actor—for an amateur. We’ve been interrogating the richer aspects of love, testing it’s configurations you might say, with constant motions and lush indulgences. We’re savoring this temporary freedom, devouring it, like mindless carnivores. Peter lives in Geneva, you see, while I’ve been in New Haven. If I’ve learned anything, in my ivy league, senior year, it’s that you can’t cheat closeness with virtuality. He may have a new job in New Jersey and I'll be in Boston. I've already calculated a year’s travel expenses from Logan to Liberty and back 52 times = ~$62k. Make it so. I'm an enumerator, I count everything —the left facing croissants on a tray, the days Peter and I have been apart, and the modicum of hours we’ve had together. I’m somewhere on that obsessive-compulsive bell curve, and I’m a Libra, uncomfortable in an uneven world. Perhaps there's no shame in this. I wonder sometimes, when we’re separated, if we’ll still work, when we’re reunited, and then, like sunlight can suddenly define shadow, we can see that it does. That love is more potent than wine. I dream of things I can’t have—yet, like the life I’d like to live—someday. Hey, I’ve something to look forward to. . . Songs for this: Love Train by The O'Jays Easy by The Commodores
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May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
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Words activate something in me even if I’m just thinking, not writing. So I soon find myself back at the keyboard. It seems that my life’s been a series of keyboards. My motor’s always running—I idle fast. But I’ve been untying my intellectual shoe-strings recently. Dissociatively avoiding intellective pursuits, and embracing entropy (since school ended). It’s been relaxing—I’ve felt new to my body. There’ve been happenings lately, particularly in the nocturnal theater of romantic nights. My bf Peter’s here—trying to look impressed by an under-grad degree. He’s a pretty good actor—for an amateur. We’ve been interrogating the richer aspects of love, testing it’s configurations you might say, with constant motions and lush indulgences. We’re savoring this temporary freedom, devouring it, like mindless carnivores. Peter lives in Geneva, you see, while I’ve been in New Haven. If I’ve learned anything, in my ivy league, senior year, it’s that you can’t cheat closeness with virtuality. He may have a new job in New Jersey and I'll be in Boston. I've already calculated a year’s travel expenses from Logan to Liberty and back 52 times = ~$62k. Make it so. I'm an enumerator, I count everything —the left facing croissants on a tray, the days Peter and I have been apart, and the modicum of hours we’ve had together. I’m somewhere on that obsessive-compulsive bell curve, and I’m a Libra, uncomfortable in an uneven world. Perhaps there's no shame in this. I wonder sometimes, when we’re separated, if we’ll still work, when we’re reunited, and then, like sunlight can suddenly define shadow, we can see that it does. That love is more potent than wine. I dream of things I can’t have—yet, like the life I’d like to live—someday. Hey, I’ve something to look forward to. . . Songs for this: Love Train by The O'Jays Easy by The Commodores
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Truth be told...as mysteries unfold Let seven be one all falshoods undone.                  Standing on the jagged cliffs       Looking  inward. Touched by the hand .....words revealed Revealed........now and...always. The revelator. Enumerator Enunciator Eluminator Written. Who's that writter ? John the revelator.
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Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
The Revelator John
US Verse, after Auden by Michael R. Burch “Let the living creature lie, Mortal, guilty, but to me The entirely beautiful.” Verse has small value in our Unisphere, nor is it fit for windy revelation. It cannot legislate less taxing fears; it cannot make us, several, a nation. Enumerator of our sins and dreams, it pens its cryptic numbers, and it sings, a little quaintly, of the ways of love. (It seems of little use for lesser things.) Published by The Raintown Review, The Barefoot Muse and Poetry Life & Times The Unisphere mentioned is a spherical stainless steel representation of the earth constructed for the 1964 New York World’s Fair. It was commissioned to celebrate the beginning of the space age and dedicated to "Man's Achievements on a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe." The lines quoted in the epigraph are from W. H. Auden’s love poem “Lullaby.” Keywords/Tags: Auden, unisphere, lullaby, verse, revelation, cryptic, legislate, enumerator, sins, dreams, value, love, sings, quaint, quaintly, lesser, greater
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Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 10:20 PM UTC
US Verse, after Auden