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Second Hand Roses

SECOND HAND ROSES

Elsewhere they tell us
Now has already happened
And is in the past

Making Art

MAKING ART

Everything breathes
As if but as a fiction
As is even a notion of time

For all this roaring
This Trumpetting horrorscope
Is in Truth both quite illusory
And also long long past
Long fixed in sticky time while

Fixed as the Mona Lisa
I step back to reflect
Or else lose myself

In my imaginings
Of the meaning
Of her smile while
While death creeps
On tiptoes nearer

Panorama

PANORAMA

Multiple lifelines
Coexisting seamlessly
Nature takes its course

Lodestar

LODESTAR

It’s not just out there that there’s weather
There’s changeable weather here inside too
Heard tell they’re one and the same anyway
Beneath this sogenannten inside/outside slop
In which case all bets’re off or else ill judged
N this moment’s snap’s not the last’s or next’s
N any original thought’s worth no more than
What pads out a thousand mindless quotings

Peeling Potatoes (Quantum Song)

PEELING POTATOES (QUANTUM SONG)
……………………………………………………………………………………………Inspired by Ani DiFranco’s “The Atom”
I’m already enjoying these potatoes
And I’m still only preparing them

As I listen to Stockhausen
Scrape the knife against the surface
In contact
The moment poised
The universe, breath held
And each tiny epiphenomenon
With a full dance card
A winsome smile
And a secret dream of consummation
After the ball

A moment poised
Echoing off down the ages
With a come hither eyelash
And little in mind but to shimmer without resolution
As the unspoken exclamation shifts
From “what a phenomenon!”
To “what a sensation!”
While with a flick of the wrist
And a slip of the lip
The magician in you melts away

Ach, these twice blind wallflowers
Rather than ever dip their toe in the glass
They declare it divine
Or mundane
Each way certainty of losing their birthright
By giving themselves airs
And distancing themselves
From the humble potato
With their taxonomy and understanding
Their cluttered appendices and flaccid hearts

A fool’s wager, to be sure
If I should back science or evolution
To play the golden calf
Though God knows when Moses will ever reappear
From up that blessed mountain
Or whether anyone will hear him
When he says there’s more
To these potato chappies than you think
Though never of course
More than you imagine

But now let me slip the little beauties into the pan
I haven’t even started to enjoy them yet


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Another repost, I’m afraid, but once again I have added some videos. The second may not be to everyone’s taste, but the first one is close to essential as background to the inspiration. 🙂

Sign Here Please

SIGN HERE PLEASE

Those with sophisticated
Views (aka Opinions)
On these matters
(Reality and so forth)
Insist that everything coexists

Contemporaneously

That each and every possibility
Adopted, declined or merely imagined
(Whatever imagination might be …)
Continues to exist
In a multi-dimensional universe

Or even more

Like all these waves
We generate
And send blasting
Radio, TV, telephone
They go on forever

Und so weiter

Countless
(That’s shorthand for infinite)
Versions
Of the tried & trusted version
I identifies with when I sign a cheque

So should “I‟ then:-

a) Cling on for dear life
b) Let go and go with the flow
c) Both
d) Simply laugh
e) All five

My vote is for e)

What How When Where (Who Why)

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I: THE TRUE SCIENCE OF PARALLEL UNIVERSES
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II: IS THE UNIVERSE A THOUGHT WITHIN A MIND?
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III: BAFFLED

They obsess on space
All these geeks and New Agers
It’s all so 3-D

Peeling Potatoes

PEELING POTATOES (QUANTUM SONG)
……………………………………………………………………………………………Inspired by Ani DiFranco’s “The Atom”
I’m already enjoying these potatoes
And I’m still only preparing them

As I listen to Stockhausen
Scrape the knife against the surface
In contact
The moment poised
The universe, breath held
And each tiny epiphenomenon
With a full dance card
A winsome smile
And a secret dream of consummation
After the ball

A moment poised
Echoing off down the ages
With a come hither eyelash
And little in mind but to shimmer without resolution
As the unspoken exclamation shifts
From “what a phenomenon!”
To “what a sensation!”
While with a flick of the wrist
And a slip of the lip
The magician in you melts away

Ach, these twice blind wallflowers
Rather than ever dip their toe in the glass
They declare it divine
Or mundane
Each way certainty of losing their birthright
By giving themselves airs
And distancing themselves
From the humble potato
With their taxonomy and understanding
Their cluttered appendices and flaccid hearts

A fool’s wager, to be sure
If I should back science or evolution
To play the golden calf
Though God knows when Moses will ever reappear
From up that blessed mountain
Or whether anyone will hear him
When he says there’s more
To these potato chappies than you think
Though never of course
More than you imagine

But now let me slip the little beauties into the pan
I haven’t even started to enjoy them yet

Love Song For Pandora

LOVE SONG FOR PANDORA*

In thoughts that turn
to love and loving
(the eye looked into):

“a sphere
whose circumference is nowhere,
whose centre is everywhere”;
a panoply of nodes
an exercise in isometric tensions
(the eye looked into).

The sleepy snake is opening
(the eye looked into)
and you will meet me again at last
here where the four winds dwell.
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* Pandora – first-created woman of Greek myth, by whose act all ills were loosed from a box upon men, Hope alone remaining.

IYOUMEUS AMAREBEIS

IYOUMEUS AMAREBEIS

………………………I

In all the time of breaking fast together
only chance decided how the food was shared,
what became the eye looked into,
the hand the other held.
And so we are as one
and yet by chance divided.

How so near?
How so far?
Ah love,
for whom else should I eat?

………………………II

In thoughts that turn
to love and loving
(the eye looked into):

“A sphere
whose circumference is nowhere,
whose centre is everywhere”;
a panoply of nodes;
an exercise in isometric tensions
(the eye looked into).

The sleepy snake is opening
(the eye looked into)
and you will meet me again at last,
here where the four winds dwell.

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For extensive notes, go to https://bennaga.wordpress.com/2011/12/09/inner-workings-for-sarah/.