new poetry
June 22, 2008 at 6:19 pm Leave a comment
This is stuff that only made it to my diary-of-sorts, which automatically means rather a high mortality rate. At least until someone might find it long after the fact. Whatever. The meanings we perceive are first of all determined by frames of relevance–determinism by means of expression. The kinds of things we are taught to consider our identity are at most fragments of its expression. And civilization consists most of all in the successful maintenance of multiple personalities, after all.
Gah.
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to a beautiful woman
sketched in mid
flight
for all to guess or see
i wonder which defines,
self
or beauty.
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wordinesses
touched tongued and grooved
these surfaces meet
and to speak of resolution
is at end fruitless.
defining, we
most of all
define ourselves
[[I really think I’ve posted that before. But then I don’t. Certainly I’ve maundered a lot about the obvious subject recently.]]
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i don’t know, really
if these words
should be lashed out
at all near
or simply leashed,
leaving
me in
a sullen-seeming
silence.
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Glenn
That last is a bit more cryptic, and then not. Given that one defines oneself by expression (words, means of delivery, appearance), the succession of silence means…
–At least I’m no longer a criminal for being epileptic. That really did irritate me, for some reason. I know it shouldn’t have; it really didn’t make any difference. I wouldn’t have driven in any case, and so on. I’m also really, really glad that I don’t suffer from PTSD as badly as I did for the first few years after returning from Vietnam. I was sane enough to just shrug and act as if I were on probation, keep my mouth pretty well shut and definitely stay out of trouble. I did, and it’s over.
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