When light enters the unprepared wound, surround it with birdsong if word betrays the promise of land, soak it with wine, the promise of winter & the largesse of being nothing at the clip of morning, be known At the slip of night, grow feathers
Tag Archives: earthsong
pedagogy of unfeel & feel
petaled river, where are the rooms for you to breathe? sheathed in words ardored with swell of sword, step into the horror of now, where dream is companion no more, wed as it is to rule & measure - petaled river, with song as blood, swell of root & hum of bond, we are one - the clay of belonging is born to the sun of now, where dream is wed to flow of new, to the round of moon, its ooze & leisure -
Ant song
I met Revolution again the other day recalling how a younger me was smitten by her fire & song so now are you the peacock or the Mountain? neither, she said, I am the dust that settled on the monkey's breath after your wars will you then sear through our dreams as Violet-green clouds of remembrance? only the monkey's breath knows when your blanched sword melds with the colors of a million ants -
sun-memory
sun draws not a single breach of song carries over lucid breath of trunk & color inches forth the grip of vapor, move of word, strum of earth - sun forgets what it shone over carrier of branch & home, humor & moan inching away from caliper & scale, it remembers mostly mirth -
Counting problem
It's a counting problem - ones turning into other ones, the count depending not on the leopard's spots but how they roll off her back teaching clouds how to fold song into rain
The transformation of a dual world into a binary world is the transformation of the world of two and of many inequalities but complete into a world of one and deficiency. If duality is one of the variants of the multiple, binarism is the world of the one, of the grid and universal referent.
– Rita Laura Segato
the rain that gave you words
could you tell which rain it was that gave you words: was it the one which knew the ground was as certain as the gash of sky from which it fell, or the one tied to the shadow of an older rain, or the ground itself turned sorrow turned rain?
math-bird song
and if the bird knew how to solve differential equations would she hurry up & build funeraries, motelsarais, warehousings, or would she find ways to link flower with stone, leafred with riverbed & heartsink with lamentories, joylings, trepids?
Indus/Indios
I as earth singular as plural river indigenous
doors that are voices
see me through doors that are voices carrying asphalt when it should be loam - dream me through doors that are voices, silting hue - when will the sun sit with me, remember sunken sky & play with half-lives? see me through lives that are doors that are voices carrying the silt of days, banks that are salt & hue -
Gratitude lost
Used to be the bird settled down on the green you sowed, its chirp saying thanks Gaia glad now when it perches on some green, there is a riddle for the sky - and you - to solve how can the bird even speak to the sun's flare with such flutter? Gaia spins an urgent tale no sooner has it been said than the words are felt futile then forgotten
koi kahe ye kis ne kaha tha, keh do jo kuch kehna hai
meeraji keh kar pachtaaya aur phir kehna bhool gayawho said say what you have to say?
Meeraji
I said, regretted, then forgot to say