white turnip heads
in the floodwater—
the dead of winter

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slanting fields
pour through wet drystone—
new waterfalls

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the river rises—
nearly to our doors
we breathe

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three and a half seconds of pure light (a poem for the Time Being)

unlike the whip-pan, which is used to rip the viewer

into a tangential reality, the dead-pan uses a melting rack-focus

to engage the death-posture of the character onscreen

—Madeleine Shine

1. (he sees himself laying onward

in the rain stone 

after stone

into the mist towards a horizon

which will not be known

this the Zen-pan or stone-pan)

2. the boy the silhouette only of the boy

the long-dead seen from behind

hobbles along the alleyway

leaving his merest forensics barely

stroked into silver emulsion

3. another who reaches the vanishing point

who leaves nothing

—undiscoverable archaeology

of light

a creature of soft parts only

who dances but will not keep

who leaves no fossil for the reliquary

4. where at the table the hands work in shards

—of flint, itself fossil, compression,

the metamorphic dead—

knappings, rebuild in three dimensions

the stone jigsaws—each when finished

yet incomplete—brooding an inner hollow

where something was once eased forth

now only a void, a lost core felt

as disturbance

of the night air but nothing

when we stir

only nothing

lost there

in all our rolling fingers of dream

(2009)

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le dormeur du val: an inflected cyborg translation of Rimbaud for Remembrance Sunday 2008

it is a hole of greenery where a river sings

hanging madly to grasses
................................tatters of money
......................where sun of the proud mountain shone
it is a small valley which foams of rays a young soldier
stops open, naked head, and the nape
bathes in cool blue cresses
....................sleep it is wide in grass, under the naked one
pale in its green bed where the light rains the feet
...................................in the gladeoli, it sleeps smiling
as would smile a sick child, it makes a nap Nature
.......................rocks it warmly: it is cold
the perfumes do not make any more shiver
..........................its nostril; It sleeps in the sun
.......................the hand on its tranquille chest

two red holes on the right

(Translated by Steve Parker 2008)

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'The' Tao that loves is or is not ...

慈 loving 故 causes 能 ability 勇 brave

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found language poem with

creaky-voiced
glottal
approximant

(th ey tht lks
out frm yr ope

glottis)

.

diminishing returns

Prize:
a lifetime's supply
of cigarettes

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