Friday, April 15, 2005

the timeline of the fish

this's more obviously an old journal entry, but i had fun with the Chapters thing for awhile, & i love to indulge myself in long poems, & i wanted to bring them out again, dust them off, place them elegantly in the sunshine.

A Tale of late November.

In other words, Chapter 1: what Van Gogh's Ear has to say about everything.
I see the negative shadow on the screen.
I enjoy the lines of this place,
the patterns & crosses, the insistence of intersections on forms of motion.

all these machines seem to be smiling at me, gently, like children.
This is all choreographed--
what other explanation is there for such capricious creatures?

ship's log: Friday, the fourteenth. Orquesta Aragon, it's cold.
tonight we're managing media & travelling from Tokyo to the southwest
at a run, a levitating stretch.
Spanish guitar flickers on the linoleum
like soap candlelight.
This is not a metaphor this is what we do.

(tart wine, smell of warm cheese, fever chills, comics.)
Chapter 2: what uncharted territories mean to our efforts.
peregrine perestroika saccade
sacrareum sadhu apostolic epimerize
epigone concinnity concomitant
periphrasis perspicacity (grr) topos.

Thanks for families of dots of memory
& connections of leather love-seats where
he is sleeping.
is this how i'm grateful for fathers?
their vinyl memorials, the discordant flute re-collections,
somewhere we're in a tunnel, in a jar.

we're playing card games,
& in the other room they have inventions to share in 3-D,
hypothetical or promised good-nights,
something with heft
or soon to be vast
embraces of me, a new bedframe.
how should we keep this?
how long will it keep?

Chapter 2 Part 2: leftovers

PICKING
AT
THINGS
UNTIL
I
SLEEP
LIKE
YOU
LIKE
KITTY
SLEEPS
IN
ANABODA.
IS
THAT
SWEDISH?
YOU
SAY
NO.
I
SAY
IT'S
PUMPKIN
PIE-------------

she
looks
at
me
thru
veils
of
compact
discs
like
jewels
in
jewel
cases,
each
fantastic
tale
epics
of
emotional
feasts
and
in---------------

THE SKY------
& what of the sky?
wrapped in saran wrap & saved for later
she left with the unopened bottle of wine
for another day she's building a bar
& stains it with something dark.
you were sleeping.

Chapter 3: take this waltz
please

distance between the digits & I
that is sorted
through this film of things that go at night--
I--
I
I trust you will be
reflecting something in the dimness,
slivers of sun like those that hung
over the steep cities of all these bridges
& the silence of the tree graves
& the muted roar of the pyres
we're burning
our edges,
leaking into new regions
of understatement,
some cynical glee & things in thirties,
the minimum percentage of
procession into
arias of
digital streams,
the flow into
all
one
sea,
sea-creatures flailing.

EXTENDED WEATHER MONTAGE

the seasons are so timely this year,
but they don't last long.
she says, I want to make adventures.

November 2003


yes, well, i think that's enough chapters for the moment. anymore line breaks like that & mysfit might start beating me with the poetry stick.


I am

Suspended decision. Initiation, divination, prophecy. Turning point in psychic powers. Trust in inner voice. Suspension, change, reversal, boredom, abandonment, sacrifice, readjustment, improvement, rebirth.
He usually represents a time of feeling in limbo, being stuck or being prevented from moving forward. He's usually depicted hanging upside down with his hands tied - that's just what it feels like. We need to remain flexible and willing to let go of things, it's probably a time for sacrifice. Like the man in this card from the Murciano Tarot, don't sweat it, take some time out and be patient.
The Hanged Man - External Meaning: Spiritual awareness and the happiness and assuredness it brings. Sacrificing for a noble purpose. Reversal of one's current way of life. Inner peace. Developed intuition and prophecy. Esoteric Meaning: The spirit of the mighty waters. Reversing false images. Sacrifice. Energys: Water

Which tarot card are you?

7 little fish:

Blogger oldben swam up to say...

i am pat sajak...errr.....the wheel of fortune! Destiny, fortune, luck, success. The 4 elements. Unexpected turn of luck.
In the midst of sky and clouds is the disk of Tarot with the letters of the Divine Name placed between. At the corners are the four guardians of the earth: the eagle, the man, the bull and the lion. The disk is in movement signifying constant change and transformation. The sphinx atop the wheel holds the sword of discernment and represents balance in the midst of unending fluidity.

3:14 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

the sword of discernment?
the midst of unending fluidity?

oooooh baby.

3:18 PM  
Blogger oldben swam up to say...

yeah, that's right....UNending.

;)

3:32 PM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

Wow! I'm having brain spasms from all the imagery in the chapters post!!!!

Took the test, I am The High Priestess:

Spiritual enlightenment, inner illumination, hidden power. Link between seen and unseen. Balance of positive and negative forces. Receptivity. Unseen guidance.
A young woman sits on a throne holding a scroll labeled "Tora" meaning "law." On her breast is the sign of the meeting of heaven and earth, the Maltese cross. Her crown is the full orb supported by horns, the crown ofthe Mother Goddess Isis, who rules all things changeable, shown by the moon at her feet. Her power, upon which her throne rests, derives from the creative principle of duality, shown by the two pillars of light and darkness. To those who know and love her she dispenses the sweet fruit of the world itself, symbolized by the pomegranites.

Not surprising that its a female since I tested way over in the female portion on the brain test.

Plus the word 'breast' is in the description...and I'm a guy...so its perfect, really! :)

4:12 PM  
Blogger anne swam up to say...

Hanged man.
Stuck, sacrifice, suspension. Lovely.
Ooh, improvement, rebirth. That's all right.

2:58 AM  
Blogger banzai cat swam up to say...

Mmm... the chapters poem is quite tasty. :-)

3:36 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

i, too am the hanged man, at least today... that's the nature of the tarot, only the cards and the stars know what i may be tomorrow

jennsee, you may be surprised to find out that i really liked the chapter with the one word lines...

10:21 AM  

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