(a Scifaiku)
supermassive black
hole, abyssal afrit haunts
vast denaturing
Cetus devours
cosmological constant
infinite battles
human myth traces,
reads particle horizon
anagogically
life exists within
gracile lines demarcating
poetic splendor
Original experimental poem can be found here: http://chromapoesy.com/2012/04/09/particle-horizon/. What’s a Scifaiku? See Vince Gotera’s superb example and explanation here: http://vincegotera.blogspot.com/2012/05/scifaiku-one.html.
Henry Moore Two Forms
Curved space departs Euclidean geometry
threshold frequency erects the base
a foundry of hollow spaces
where precept and concept unify
Biomorphic casts of pre-rational,
ethnographically inspired models
pre-cultural, non-mimetic abstracts
concave intoning: existence precedes essence
Sublime convex aural manifestations
quarried from a lost-wax echoic art
direct carving: interplay of vision and thought
purify significant appearance
Resonant mysteries of integral multiples
harmonic interstices amplify
isolating substance from contaminates
molding an armature of pure form
This poem is for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/15/3186/.
they do not hover with vague threatening airs
but lord over breathing molten curses
she is so small but wills herself to be tiny,
invisible so the march of terror cannot reach her
hiding in the hollows of mud slick passages inked with blood
she senses their intentions, unearthing all the way to the borderlands of death
grotesque mutations lumbering, slurping as they spew
their low grumbling croaks insinuating into her being
starving and cold, scathed and tattered, she is still scrabbling
searching for the way forward, each movement unbearable
unable to swallow, driven by hate for their foul injustice
huddled in shadows she daydreams of the sanctuary
embroidering another beautiful tale to soothe
child’s imaginarium built atop a hillside of flowered meadows
of dragonfly wings, gemstones, and spiraling turrets
unicorns roam in a sacred grove, fairies flit about their braided manes,
entwining vibrant ribbons and delicate poesies
traversing pure streams water sprays rainbows with each hoof-print
morpho aega butterflies alight on wild rose and woodland strawberry
lilting music arises from the reeds as fuzzy catkins sway
landscape transmutes into painted colors of exquisite beauty
startled from the reverie by the howl of grizzled hunger, stabbing pain
she hasn’t progressed but burrowed further into the crevice
wondering if anything exists beyond this fetid land of warhorses
or is it only the febrile poetry of her mind, spinning fantasies
awaiting an end that mercy may never bestow
This poem will be linked to dVerse Poets Pub prompt honoring Maurice Sendak. http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/12/poetics-sendak-the-wild-things/
(This is an art song written for Søren Kierkegaard and Regine Olsen using his journals and writings as inspiration. Kierkegaard never married and left everything to Regine who remained a major inspiration in his works.)
From Kierkegaard’s Works of Love: ‘But every tree is known by its own fruit. So also is love known by its own fruit and the love of which Christianity speaks is known by its own fruit—revealing that it has within itself the truth of the eternal. All other love, whether humanly speaking it withers early and is altered or lovingly preserves itself for a round of time—such love is still transient; it merely blossoms. This is precisely its weakness and tragedy, whether it blossoms for an hour or for seventy years—it merely blossoms; but Christian love is eternal. Therefore no one, if he understands himself, would think of saying of Christian love that it blossoms; no poet, if he understands himself, would think of celebrating it in song.’
Inner Reconciliation (click here to listen)
(When my microphone comes back from repairs I’ll sing it for you, for now the flute substitutes.)
Inner Reconciliation
In the garden he does pledge
she accepts his proposal
sovereign queen of his heart
unknown divinity, mythic echoes
cast Søren and Regine
Their love, its abiding prophecies
full of life’s eccentric premises,
mere shadows lost in the light
In his melancholy he falters
placing his last hope
she pleads, he wounds
Their love, its abiding prophecies
full of life’s eccentric premises,
mere shadows lost in the light
Deceives to give her soul resilience
his sin a lack of faith
ever devoted
(instrumental interlude)
Their love, its abiding prophecies
full of life’s eccentric premises,
mere shadows lost in the light
Linked to New World Creative Union’s prompt to use Arthur William Edward O’Shaughnessy, “We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.” http://newworldcreativeunion.blogspot.com/2012/05/wednesday-wake-up-call-for-05092011.html?spref=fb
(This is the actual conversation I had with Cleverbot, an artificial intelligence (exact transcript). My input is in italics, Cleverbot’s responses are in plain text.)
I am a subversive hallucinatory crippled vessel. Are you?
I am not a toaster, you are a toaster.
Do you suffer from apophenia?
No.
Do you write experimental poetry?
No. Dogs don’t like poetry.
I am a sojourner in virtual space, a liminal being. Are you a liminal being?
No, you are a computer.
No, I’m a human. Are you?
Yes.
You are a systematic liar.
I am not Lying.
So, you are human?
Yes.
(To have your own conversation with Cleverbot go here http://cleverbot.com/)
Linked to the inspiring article Machine Dreams at dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar hosted by Charles Miller http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/10/2969/. Where the Borg reminds you resistance is futile and Bina48 wants you to know everyone has a solar. Oh and any thoughts on why Cleverbot capitalized lying? Check out Radio Lab’s story http://www.radiolab.org/2011/may/31/.
Sunday my voice
sings your praises
in words written
before we knew
our psychology
broken chords
inducing emotion
Spirit moves within me
increases blood flow
electrochemical response
to acoustic cues
god spot in the brain
neuropsychological
basis of spirituality
We lift up our hearts
branches bearing fruit
extoling perfect love
virtue without condition
casting out fear
make known to us
liberty’s source
ever abiding
Antiphon rings out
I hold you, beloved
beyond expectation
apart from you
I can do nothing
Posted as another response to Stuart McPherson’s music prompt and linked to dVerse Poet’s Pub for Open Link Night hosted by the immensely talented Hedgewitch. http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/08/open-link-night-week-43/
Linked to the rocking dVerse Poets Pub Poetics prompt by the fabulous Stu McPherson http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/05/poetics-our-music/
Calyx of Held – Erasure Poem – Click on picture to zoom
Calyx of Held
Selden laid the book aside
bitter waters of life
mystery or taint
troubled vision cleared
insinuations of money
intolerable, unmitigated
mute lips
rest in the kiss
all that his heart craved
detachment
his spiritual fastidiousness
fated to pass
the ruin of their lives
atrophy and extinction
drew him in the silence
Thanks to Vince Gotera for the magnificent prompt on erasure poetry http://vincegotera.blogspot.com/2012/05/post-napowrimo-prompt-erasure-poetry.html.
This is my first attempt at the form. Calyx of Held (click to hear the audio file)
Also shared on Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by heroic Natasha Head http://dversepoets.com/2012/06/05/openlinknight-week-47/
for Maria Anna Mozart
Virtuosic musical obsession
aesthetic grace, bravura elegance
harpsichord, voice, and violin
maestoso harmony of liberty
Fall from the vertiginous heights
composition immured within society’s
circumfluent atmosphere of misogyny
Sophistical arguments internalize, si ohgfrettn
deference becomes a form of self-mutilation
impeding precocious melodies
denying life giving freiheit
Vivace swirls of cascading notes
accelerado of primary drives, gusta,
drowning in the noise of a distorted reflection
Convex mirrors cede self-possession
to the obliterating reign of man
inspired scores, con fuoco, reduce to ash
Abandoning creation ma non troppo
deaf to internal pleas, grief consumes
assents to spiritual suicide
Sforzando genius
selbstverstümmelung prodigy
diminuendo dolce maestro
pyrotechnics detonate internally
Linked for OLN at dVerse Poets Pub hosted by poetic force of nature Natasha Head http://dversepoets.com/2012/05/01/openlinknight-week-42
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