The Master who is always saying your poems are peripetatic stopping-places along the Way but do they get there? You try to answer the juice is in the journey not the goal as if revising old wry-face remote & rugged bad-jokes cool didactic and ‘tried it all on before’ could carry any weight at all. [...]
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Student of the Art (after G.S.)
Posted in poetry on May 26, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Milarepa in the Wilderness
Posted in poetry on May 25, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Work-torn clothes, the ache in his eyes: how the knee that steadies paper or bowl is still the same, slight uncertain crutch it has always seemed to him to be. He can see only its hollow persisting, the way his whole life is forever marked Anonymous. Via negativa – the great, uncomprehending way. Deer [...]
Shedding
Posted in poetry on May 7, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The image without an image pinned up in the air advertises the Ten Thousand Things but where was your heart when it fell down here? never thinking it would fall for the nameless unwanted, undesired ‘things’ lost by the wayside. city-skips full of refuse obscure songs expired train-stations their tickets un-used books not yet read [...]
I have never known I have never I have never known have known have never never known I own I ha never own I ever own ha ver o h er o h er h r hṛ [...]
On an Overgrown Path
Posted in poetry on May 4, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I In the early hours we took to the road fully-prepared maps compass all-weather gear & civilized guitars. By midday worn down we had to leave half of it behind. late afternoon the maps had lost their use destinations less pressing songs unaccompanied the journey its own reward. nightfall there was [...]
Bartok’s solitude circa 1909
Posted in poetry on May 4, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Another’s face looking out a window Brimming with an inchoate music. The house charismatic but spare, flat to bare ground & whitewashed. (He lives alone.) A stable for Attila’s horses come from the Hungarian plain. (Hysterical car-alarms, magazine weddings of the suburbs.) His letters to Stefi Geyer curl edge-wise with suicide. Like a painter who [...]
Before Dawn, Dharamsala
Posted in poetry on April 3, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Not to have found, or lost Anything. The hours in burlap improvised tents we sit in through darkness games & joke & out-of-tune guitar to draw the breath closer in the same close skin we all crave. Sunil never gives sign of seeing himself from a distance all night serving big brown Germans dhal, rice [...]
War News in the Information Age
Posted in poetry on March 24, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
Untold technology to short-circuit ‘mental fight’ even here. “armies amassing” (synaptic doubt) you look again ascertain asymmetry of the real between hand-held video depth-of-field and sheer lines of jagged high mountain tumbled within a window frame beyond. perfectly quiet and clear afternoon at snow-line. not far they build fortifications on either side of the Border [...]
Kalidasa’s Thirst
Posted in poetry on November 30, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
The rain which comes down hopelessly pursuing itself hunger for the woman gopi-girl these words fragment of torn stuff rachitic curtain put up against far plain knotted space between us masque (for dancing) another veil like this rain shot through with holes – the first to come in months Bihar 2001
Touching Earth
Posted in poetry on October 21, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Leaving all places like walking out of an empty house. Long years of the dark-eyed lens obscuring sight losing focus on what’s been lost inland seas of tears opened/ unburdened a humming jet-plane moving empty-faced across Antipodes desert and drift sheer Himalaya ridge of mind’s eye breaking through unknown space. [...]
