Wikipedia Poem, No. 864
ultimately — untimely from the old english pinian ("to suffer") and repines recoils in 1820 his diction in pain contain languish/waste away
After Robert Hayden
In sun-whetted on those efforts morning, or briefed on inter-wrestling control the dropped gull from the workings of those efforts splayed or briefed on those efforts on sand, or briefed on the interpretative wind of those efforts interviews with seven people picking at indigo interpretation points or briefed on its feathers. Over the headlong intimidation points and unknowable perspectives toppling the author. The recombinant method is its own representation; rush and leashed-back rust wrested inflection; mica'd wrestling control from the author. The kings strongly inflect fall of the sea, campaign against the west gulls predecessors, scouting and multiple methods crying.
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what it’s like
to hear birds and
never see them
Ask a bird
tuono rotto; plateau the indecency for unknowledge; us happy we here necessarily indecent; necessary in the shameful unknown; only when the fifth we thinks us happy us; we as well as willing as witnessed last plateau; appears gross gutter and an unknowledged wellness; as well as we’ll survive the pornographic; this unknowledge make/think; that raw gutter and gutter gross guarantee us happy; tuono rotto.
Source: “5 Stages of Desires’ Development.” Kabbalah Blog, 19 Aug. 2009.
The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests
Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne,
Has in no way diminished my amazement.
A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety?
What is magpiety? I shall never achieve
A magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flight
That always renews just when coming down,
And so I shall never comprehend magpiety.
If however magpiety does not exist
My nature does not exist either.
Who would have guessed that, centuries later,
I would invent the question of universals?
Source: Miłosz, Czesław. New and Collected Poems, 1931-2001. New York, N.Y: Ecco, 2003. Print.
after Czeslaw Milosz
which applies distantly
from one and art
… to the direct experience of
ibidem conferatur magpiety
i walked through books
against our will even
it does not occur without books
this also applies to distant from one end
even against our will
it does not occur through books ever
yet to my birthplace
against our will
it does not occur over rivers even
from one art to another
it does not occur with wetted thigh
… the direct experience of
this also applies distant from one and
this appellate iridescence
walking through my mind
ibidem conferatur magpiety
even against our will
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