how you compose what you organize is where the art comes in.
What lasts is the
interpretation of beauty
and not beauty itself
Unhinged and uncanny
poetic and prolific
blindsighted by inhibition
curtailed by ambition.
Trailing her dissolving glory over each hard-won barricade -
Only to fade anew..
I never saw a wild thing,
Sorry for itself.
A small bird will dropp dead from a bough,
Without ever having felt sorry for itself.
- D.H. Lawrence
I know something now
About subject, object, verb
And about one word that fails
For lack of substance.
- Fanny Howe
Turn away; check your manicure;
Pull on your gloves. Take time; make sure
The hat brim curves though the hat's straight.
Give her your arm. Let the fools wait;
They act like they've someplace to go.
Take the stairs, now. Self-control. Slow.
A slight limp; just enough to see,
Pass on, and infect history.
The rest is silence. Left like sperm
In a stranger's gut, waiting its term,
Each thought, each step lies; the roots spread.
They'll believe in us when we're dead.
When we took 'Red Berlin' we found
We always worked best underground.
So; the vile body turns to spirit
That speaks soundlessly. They'll hear it.
And the dream - and once, I remember,
it seemed I was the dream -
the dream tilts up to pour me out.
- William Matthews
I am impossible, I know it,
a fan with a clattering blade loose,
a car wit..