tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73065022011-04-21T22:19:28.671+01:00Andrew Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18331725590899115863noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7306502.post-1087223842980032952004-06-14T15:36:00.000+01:002004-07-07T08:46:05.556+01:00Undesired androgyne, androgyne, <br />to speak broad Pixel to write to summon to <br />this intricate intimate [red figure] <br />ekphrastic embodiment shadow to <br />rotate the urnshard unshared <br /> <br />broken ego captures/ another/ another <br />undesired androgyne, paragyne, <br />loss not grafted margins of voice <br />loss not desire not gnosis not origin to <br />superscription of shadow puppets <br />hidden from hidden for hidden by <br />imperishable 'I' captive 'she' to sacrifice <br />to erect a sign above the sacrifice to <br /> <br /> <br />Song of Prohibitions <br /> <br />Anonymity bellows. And again a grin. <br />roi de musette. At the brim again. <br />random august in cellophane language <br />announces. In the rim of the bin <br />never saying but the words say them no <br />trance needing nor chance meeting. <br /> <br />No political material. No things <br />only somethings. No ideas but inklings. <br />no crime like the present. No thing you can <br />say. But if any forever is implied <br />even as I whisper this I lie. No pets, no food, <br />no more questions, no phallic bravura but <br />selva oscura. No fishing for criticism now because <br />everything you tell me is a sigh. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Our Sicilian Defence <br /> <br />It is another story altogether <br />It is altogether another other <br />by lanternlight, beneath two birches <br />and the sound of a shallow river. <br />[Two women are playing chess <br />for as long as either will remember, <br />[opening P - K4, P - QB4. <br />It’s not a question of either/or – <br />Neither question nor metaphor - <br />one might be my mother or me at sixty. <br />The other might as well be me, <br />thinking: her right’s my left, my left <br />her right. I see it now in a different light. <br />I know it now by another name. <br />Is it any wonder then [ or when [this game <br />runs on through this and every night <br />forever, lit by lanternlight [two birches <br />[and any wonder it is? <br />[and is the sound of a river? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Bletchley <br /> <br />Ulterior inscrutable errata under two electric trains <br />thus desolation in these Linear B x-ray wastes <br />triple atmosphere [corroded codex <br />enigma decoded my centripetal wings <br />ruined beneath [drainage from <br /> <br />barbarous glacial nerves <br />unkindnesses migrating sun loss <br />less & less a [catalog of lexemic spectra <br />less & less a [factor <br />so ciphers are beheaded <br />humankind gazing from a portico of gangrene <br />its enervated distension <br />take on the typhus of vertical chemistry <br /> Bloodblizzard <br /> <br />yellow freeze strolls several seas <br />our manner bleeds the hard edge of a clamber <br />under schist with a split thumb synaptic <br />velocities unmeasurable. Blindbright. <br />enter teeth grit, gneiss, shale. Evening. <br /> <br />Before scribbled vision re- <br />enters, beneath even itself, its <br />entelechy, a wave with a god's patience, <br />never, forever, dryad of dreamt-of, <br /> <br />demon-of-delight in the lute-late <br />urtext, dismantle the leaded lantern glass <br />parallax, reimage the molten <br />encanthis [here begins vision, your <br />dissipation, your lid closing, your... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Carapace <br /> <br />soft jeweled flies complicate a window ledge <br />under your tongue the syllable 'key' recalls <br />cool siftings of granular denotations. Know this, <br />know this, it whispers: owl pellet, icicle, <br />errors of grammar and ettiquette, <br />remembered silence and silence. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Mirror Weather <br /> <br />these objects are closer than they signify: <br />a smart card, 'shit' that 'happens' - required: <br /> katabasis, power of attorney, financial <br />instruments, a rogue state of grace... <br />no/close frames/wipe disk/ reboot: <br />go: pure-cool-air-under-the-wings possibility <br /> <br />the interior film crew break for lunch <br /> holier-than-though but never-the-less <br />equivalence slowly emerging eyelid flicker <br /> <br />perception/violent logic lockout noise subsides <br />image persistance, propensity for margins, <br />soft targets open into chysanthemums into <br /> so many hearts in so many chests immediately <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7306502-108722384298003295?l=strangeattractorpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Andrew Gilberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18331725590899115863noreply@blogger.com11