"steiger" poems
Vielleicht steiger,
Steigere ich mich da rein.
Aber lieber steige ich irgendwo
ein.
Als ständig draussen zu stehn,
Immer nur zu, zusehn
Niemals nach meinem Gefühl
zu gehn.
Also komm mit her zu mir,
Weit weg, fern von dir,
Deinen Ängsten, dem jetzt
und hier.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
אני יכול לזכור...I can remember
I.
in the ashes of Auschwitz
February 2018 / Shevat 5778
there exists no
kol hachavvyot,
the Infinite One bring/ing
all of reality into be-ing.
there is no 'ehyeh 'asher 'ehyeh
who formed Light,
who created Darkness.
II.
the candles of the Vanished
World are no longer
sown in the seasons of breath.
in 1920 Vilna, Yehu'dit bones
were excavated for horses
to be buried,
all by the tongue of a priest
covered in ambergris.
in 2018 Cyberia alleys,
the malefactor mime cries
as Long Island parhelia
flicker in the seasonal
ice around his little girls.
III.
the cypress of the
Kingdom of Night are
amidst natz'ri house gardens,
marking in the mouths of
opus dei children the straws
of Poland.
long after midnight we seek
solace in One-Eyed Paritus's
Meditations obliques,
where Sol Nazerman's
zoharic midrashim of
Shabtai Zisel are
narrated by Claude Lanzmann.
the quantum nonlocality
of the corpse of
ha'Kodesh Barukh hu
is the Hollerith tracking
number.
IV.
Nach uraltem, aengstlich beheutetem
Klostergeheimnis lernen selbst Greise
muehelos Kavier spielen.
-- Max Ernst
this is to the memories z"l of
Rod Steiger 14 April 1925-9 July 2002
Roman Vischniac 19 August 1897-22 January 1990
Rose Leamel Ziebell (1933-2007)
Dottie Sutton (1922-2015)
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© 3 February 2018 / 18 Shevat 5778
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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
AFTER THE ROW
Built an over large
snowman
on your front doorstep
&
hid behind it.
Rang your doorbell
until you were annoyed
by it.
“Yes...yes! ”
you flung open the door
to be confronted
with a snowman
telling you
he loved you
until slowly
your heart
began
to melt.
****
SNOWBALL WARS!
Use a shiny blue megaphone
to magnify the menace
in my voice.
My snarl barks curt commands
as authentic as
any movie scene I've seen
with a Rod Steiger fat ugly cop
tone.
'We know you're in there! '
'We've got the house surrounded! '
'You don't stand a chance! '
'Give yourself up & come out with
yer hands up! '
And, it's true:
I have ringed the house
with an army of snowmen
(some better trained than others)
others a little shaky
nothing more than half-made rookies.
Their nasty little coal black eyes
trained on the door
a snowball in each of
their twitchy twiggy fingers
more for effect than
actual firepower.
I command
from behind the line.
My little pyramid
of snowballs at the ready
waits eagerly at my right hand
longing to be thrown.
A tense suspenseful
second that seems to last for ever
then suddenly
you emerge
a human blur
dashing from the door
like the last freeze frame from
BUTCH CASSIDY & THE SUNDANCE KID.
My army of snowmen
are caught on the hop
frozen to the spot
not expecting the unexpected.
'What now...boss? '
they scream
losing their nerve.
You are armed
to the teeth
with snowballs
frozen from the fridge
one or two snowmen
have already lost their heads
another has his snowball
shot from his hand
as you break through
the cordon
determined to take me
down.
Get me
(you reckon)
& all the snowmen
will just cave in
turn
& run.
Your lipstick
yells redly
(voice made visible)
I take a snowball
to the heart
fall in almost
slow motion
as you leap upon me
kiss me
...to death!
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC