fair folding hills
in rutilant edges of cloud
egg-tacked to the bottom of the sky
majuscule meme stark
in the mirror-painted expanseless track
the remembered thing becomes blunter
here stands the pilfered proto-plazmoan
beholding two realities
heaven-shackled
Magnus Quintus Overubergow
but also the fuckage of all free grace
playing bocce
on the rubber grass
perceive the gift of design
in the shattered-most
even within the shattered air
hanging in a reflection
eyes look and try taking
the remembered thing
now and ever shattered within
the tissues of the blood
risen and met up
fair-clouded and pleat-burnished
the eggy hills
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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"the remembered thing becomes blunter"
"within the shattered air
hanging in a reflection
eyes look and try taking
the remembered thing
now and ever shattered within
the tissues of the blood"
Is this what happens between sensation and framing it? The moment itself is dynamic but after that it's static/dead? It never is like what it was at the time? Whatever we make of it, it always is just next to.
"beholding two realities
heaven-shackled"
Feeling the sublime (repeatedly exposing ourselves to it--becoming addicted to it) vs. the intervals of regularity that last too long?
Amy, I'd say that's a pretty good analysis. Thanks, Daniel
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