moving past the cemetery i scorned the dead for they are dead and i so very much alive.
i cried for the murdered,
but i wept in agony for the murders
the guttural need for creation to come
without echo. all things as they are. ". . . as it is both in essence and in actuality, or in and for itself."
how need for validation in this society destroys connection. the scream of a hotted up car foreshadows the insecurity of the neanderthal: "I'm here! I'm here!"
'when it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah'
the nothing that answers anything.
the animal still and forever so present within us. the necessary violence created when any two things come together. i think of fucking the one you love, the over arching compassion forms the backdrop for the violence of bodies wanting for one and the space between them which dances. how violence can be beautiful and perhaps it is only the passive which survive each other.
even the trees can look like whores, shimmering their leaves for my lavish eyes. i call them whores and their indifference assures me of their dignity.
moments that present themselves without language, mystery being preliminary to language. the grandeur of perception aware of its narrowness. this can work inversely with poetry as language turns in on itself as the word sinks into from where it came, -the nothing answering anything- where words are still connected to the thing that bore their name. the word free to move around the thing and never try and entrap it. yet 'the splendor of things. Unlucky hunter, Oh bullets of wax, The lion beauty, The the wild-swan wings, the storm of the wings. This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.' the poets that grant us words that don't entrap the wild swan but free it before returning it back into the abstraction in all its breathing fullness. this opposed to most words today which 'come from the noise of other words', all desolate and without connection.
the lack of mystery in the language is when the 'castration' back into language occurs.
how i am still half an hour from home and it is fucking freezing...