Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset
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12 November 2013
Thank you pleas
No, do not/I will not
accept/have need without
desire/possession mined in
trial of error/an arbor day
I cannot want to be
a tree, not nothing screaming
moseying, viceroying mythic
fluff - it gets harder, more
of curses, left behind hankies
now meaningful appearance of
no sight, bile-blooded crane
torches tickle-less neck, tit
unpreened, in appreciation
pile on if your band name is better
than mine/here I am without
melody’s/tongue, unfriended
befuddler decrying, on distance thinned
are still for me, and from
me you may anytime receive
rejuvenate, incarnate love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds
lover who obsesses, warms me
damns - could were it willed
do what you will, as is the custom
I fear, the more I gain of partial
custody/to be seen by all, known
as available/in wrest of
form, tearing you awayed
look back not
even once you have
not even to cross off list
recollections musket/invocation of early
morning you stole frequently
away, into mist that welded blades of
comfort sheathe my collick
your hair clumped on
timeless ruffling seas of lips
in automatonic service of
history- lust enduring being loosed
ferries self into over all again
uncontainable in the grist
once man, new to note-finding
had, how could man steel
back from self-hiatus, saying everything right
but curses! - far and too-lightly and in chorus
late… from what you were willing
to share with me
and in whom else, possibility
find caring ears except with
in so far as you lived where
you in love, meet you who refuses when
even in service of memory - for obvious
reasons… your fear behest far fended off
childhood stills, possessions, frieze
do you really want, intend, predict avoidance
forever behind/long a viable cross
bore rambo whom you are not
hypocritically, waveringly fall/you stand, you are tall
once you get up/wishfully my
answers only go so far/ahead of me