Aught, no. 14 (2005)
X.
kept simply where gestures are
held open to traced spires
each chiseled
into foreign inference
the hand makes
notes into song enough
imputed turns turn outwards
felt as burnt into
charcoal turns & twists of
enlarged printsfound
there clues
to engraved notes wafting outwards
splintering against the gravity
routine implies, are grace
toned clue glyphs left to matter
prone for all the world's
twists at a point where
understanding is to tame
and timing controls too much
caught on video
soon printed with the finger
s tip conclusion
clear held down held
close to vested interests
plied like wafers left in
water if only to dr-
eam and yesterday
one fought forces vested
in conclusions pre-
mature yet printed with the finger
or moved thereon with grace
of gripped impasto
fingerdripped, forcefed
to canvas carved &
curved to a state
meant to float upon wave (lengths
pierced by thought / the act of canvas
fortifies / hypotheses of nutrients /
the deception of a pale stem
[ sub stance ] teases context
out of focus so to twist
fact into purity and favorably beyond
as taken there as
gone into the world
of light substantial oil
ing there ground down
to earth it to grapple
body as building colour onto
voice / chanced / vibrating ground
captured as flight
[yet swollen] presence
absent to feathering [as] world
sluices breadth and generosity
to have conceived free venturing
into such a space con
strewed across two dimensions
all stretched out there all
earthed into limned re
presentation of body
mauled realities rendered muscular
tensile, sprung then toward
lengthening of vigor in line segments
marking summer and the wake that follows
skiing across lakes
otherwise face-smooth
now trembling with distilled engagement
to take on to move
through as acrossing of
the sweep of arm & leg
the brush strokes a
length beyond recall
beyond meaning meaning still
abstraction turned becomes
the actual, a sheaf of leaves,
the words there, needed patience
for discerning length and width
of strokes to be in motion
if/then left recalled
how 'we' called
culled from swept into
what's there thought
less of under mind
but not lost in bold
strokes the the there
one take taken / bold strokes
minded mindful culling from/toward
mantra cooling ferment
of idee fixe
better all the time / the same /
thought there
host not lost not
gone from mind caught
catching now in tangled muchness
felt in every body motive
action there mantraed
mandala worlding
as the spring bird feeds
the autumn bird / a tangled winter
motive secular in action
equals the occasion
to relax upon / caught
host chancing benediction
let be the swash of
colour let be
its moment bird
in bush flash tone
tangles trompe
l'oeil brushed stroked
one is smitten by
the beauty of mistakes
their unintended grace,
their swift resilience,
their resemblance to intention
shifted by a truer mind
no one knows none
will say or should
they will get it wrong
take laughter love take
hold 'error' its resilience
the grace of gone now again
a perfected accident occurs
then disappears into
pale recollection initially unloved,
then learned into
a sharper, unplanned
form of exactness
precision of the curve
leaned into how all is
tack & swerve how
speed counts increasingly
if perfection sought piles up
the unnatural behind the beating wings
motion trills from set point
to hovering amid broad blue
on the off-chance migratory birds
confine themselves to gravity
what is shown in taut binoculars
evolves into a truth
and sings it out
rages even as truth some
times will do busted
chords the bent note bending
time telling tolls its own
farflung wavelength floated on
grasp, curved thought, electrodes
stirring with awareness,
notably when shared, the observed
changes the observer,
notes trim time to present
wave, achieving range
in or through star
grazing dark
matters here dark calls
from far & farther
sudden surge in black
holed beneath stone beneath notice
hovering across all things
mentioned, muted, strained into
invisibility on a scale ranging from
unnoticed to potent, focused attention
on any moment certain as a flower
with shelf life barely blue
slippery as the brush lifted
from bare canvas as Monte
Ste-Victoire lifts
across not off the surface
tension of the eye
s knowledge of blue blueing further
toward levitesse, a gesture
that detaches surface from another
surface tension as immediately
color pierces echoes of itself
further into slippage
as a brush resounds with what the eye
lies listening to the brush of
skins the swish of rhythm
swirls colours homing & blue
tones surface as a note
bends narration as depth
disappears there on top of
places to look down and across
toward expanse of clarity,
the illusion
of scarcity feigns erasure
of the rhythmic presence
told in tandem with existence
always the double voice
the double vision side
by side on the clifftop
asked to choose why
do so don't divide
take and take all take off
the everything available
occurs not for the asking
division's infinitely unnatural
but for growth upon the edge
of cliffs where scenes never are
so beautiful as to be taken