Monday, August 19, 2019

rice field underwater - imaginary project 31


a season's sleeping tent - imaginary project 30

r e s t
Imagine a garden bed, low and white, waiting for you, within a tent. 
Shoes off, you've bent, entered.  
Lay down within a poem, and rest.

the psalm - imaginary project 29

A voice over the waters

  صَوْتُ الرَّبِّ عَلَى الْمِيَاهِ. إِلَهُ الْمَجْدِ أَرْعَدَ. الرَّبُّ فَوْقَ الْمِيَاهِ الْكَثِيرَ

ג קול יהוה  על-המים אל-הכבוד הרעים  יהוה על-מים רבים

T'hilim marries Maimonides to psalter, an altered step again to Zabur.
Here in storm form, fleeing with the deer,  I hear the word the thunder said :

Imagine film palimpsests seen and said, ominous, potent, deceptively mundane, yet respecting dread. This singing should be cyclic like histories, in turns terrible and supplicant, sinful and righteous.

                           Tradition, not history, holds David old when he wrote 29. Joyce published Finnegan's Wake in 1939, two years before his death. 
                       Psalm 29:3 The voice of the Lord is over the waters, the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters.

Imaginary project - twentyeight - trash bird

talking stone - imaginary project 26

a translation of

Devonians roam under us, feel fish.
A rock thought ought to be possible.
Imagine slow poetry sounds from the ground,
 as old as, as alive as, this.
Broken words in stone tongues still speaking here, 
near water.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

web - imaginary project 25

        A spider weaves a web.

      a spider's web


It is not the same. It is never the same. It is all the same. It is always the same.
Each life is culled in a thread - sperm web, swaddling silk, first flight lifelines, shelter, draglines, lure, swaddled dead.
Imagine a film of floating daughters, slaughtered moth feasting, moon silvered revelers slipping back into nests.