Saturday, February 28, 2009

Muse 00




The most lovely lyrical lines of witty and resonate rhythm I envision are wind-stole and neuron-bounced before paper comes into play.
Fingers and letters are in the way of the emotive concepts I try to ply as a trade and ready-made convey.
Ready-made I say for similarities of sound are found prefabricated in the fabulous forms of language.
Music awakens which leaves me shaken then vacates the hollows of head w/out inscription, my guestbook unsigned by the best visitors.
Sniff, see, taste taint, frosted air on skin, cracking a neck-bone: these are mild channels.
Higher frequencies rare tuned to come through clear sometimes, the best times, and can't be recorded by one so used to bruised reality's misuse.
Does our universe ever give a muse for man to choose the subject of?
We receive visions matter won't envision or sequences physics don't hold.
My favorite things are bubble-ephemeral, fizzy carbonation in syrupy water, what turns flat and soon tasteless.
I wish I could produce them to [pass along / have forever].

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Werthurtheil

Here's my latest die-rolling guess at metaphysical cosmology:
There's an unreached balance. Existence has an evenness, a flatline of activity it wants to reach. But there's excess in existence. Reality's a perpetual motion machine, unable to discharge its' excess. What in existence there's too much of to allow equilibrium to be reached is transitive as everything else. It could be a salt molecule, 8 solar systems, the sound of a bell tuned to b bouncing around a cave on the moon, and some other things individually or simultaneously. Before and later it's something else. It doesn't have to be all in one form. The idea is the structure of reality is such that it has a conception of perfection but is unsettled by a portion it hasn't fit in to its' ideal. Things shuffle forever. I write like our universe is conscious but I really mean the sum of physical laws are such that there's a stable formation the universe tends towards but can't incarnate.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Pretentious

Howabout a riddle?
What does every man have
and every lion need?
-or-
What do you need to get
similar to what a camera makes things?
-or-
What are you already that I won't tell
you the answer until you are?