Author Archive for Scott
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I have begun
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The mind machine is celebrating
the anniversary of a bee sting.
The mind machine is calculating
all its hiccups, every tingle.
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The thinnest tuft of down
in the downy pillow of a crib,
the mind machine recalls.
Every relic of the present
is made memorial of now
in matters dumb and tired.
Every fickle intention in the world,
all the moistness of the mundane
it will remember for all time.
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Bound by wicker bends
with gracious wands
to wear the ground
in its grip:
The road is dusty and long
but something signifies:
there is another beyond
this other beyond:
Inside of everything is its opposite
reflecting back
a just certainty
with little tact, but pure:
We are woven in silk to our tips.
Every thread finds form
in the next till we stand, made
of something no longer certain:
Thanks to chaps and killhambone
I have set out to say it at least
and that is something.
I am training myself to take note of things.
I am using all the devices
I can imagine
to excuse myself for what
I [feel I] am
compelled to do.
That is something at least.
What connects it to this moment:
my friend's letter in my hand:
the strange anxiety of opening it:
feeling sure of nothing:
having no opinion
to brace the blow:
These nerves.
What for?
Am I afraid I will have
to make excuses
all my life?
for dreaming this?
same as you?
poetrypoetrySo I’ve started a wiki of some of the relics in my library. I have a lot of books and they are extremely eclectic. The internet has a hard time remembering these sorts of things, so I thought I would add some decayed artifacts for future archaeologists:
Xine has begun an intense spurt of painting that she is capturing with her camera as she goes. It’s a delight to watch her process as she is extremely intuitive. One of my great pleasures in life is sitting in a chair with my notebook watching her paint.
Subscribe to her channel on YouTube to see what she’s doing:
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