Saturday, May 21, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
May
Not unreasonable, but does have a system from which it can not be moved without a great deal of internal deliberation. Do not read this as an inability to change. There is also a constantly rearranging set of artifacts suggesting alternative meanings; the order of things requires consideration. Inevitably, epistemology is the refusal to accept another system save the mapped self.
The first few days of May were hot but as of today a cool eastern breeze has gathered speed through the city channels. Almost as if they were following the weather, the foxes have returned. Though there are not as many as there used to be, the careful eye can still see them wandering the park looking for food, huddled in meetings, rising early before the park system sprinklers come on. A fear creeps into the bones and holds the body down. There is ball four and down to first,
walking through town,
jack knifes out of the way,
there is no action on a fowl straight back and out of play with J.D on deck.
Surprise is the inspiration of unknowns; Vision the ability to see all, known and unknown. Squint through the trafficked streets etching notes on the mapped memories contained within. High Heels walking nosily announce an upcoming sale at Nordstrudamus, the prophecy of which will soon be confirmed with a consuming media blitz. A poisoned lamb comes home to roost, sickened by fertility drugs, the clouds carry in the dust of off shore meltdowns. Health Net called today with important news about your prescription: the flowers you plant must be a generic brand of atomic seed.
A blue jay family has nested in a fern tree of neighbors yard, their comings and goings are watched. Listen for the sound of chirps from small reddish yellow beaks over the nest wall clamoring for the gatherings of their parents. The eyes have it.
Who hardly thinks about New York these days repeating the phrase I have sung over and over in a bar downtown but didn't note that to have could also mean to resist in any who can do nothing else save for waiting each year that the lilies may rise again.
The first few days of May were hot but as of today a cool eastern breeze has gathered speed through the city channels. Almost as if they were following the weather, the foxes have returned. Though there are not as many as there used to be, the careful eye can still see them wandering the park looking for food, huddled in meetings, rising early before the park system sprinklers come on. A fear creeps into the bones and holds the body down. There is ball four and down to first,
walking through town,
jack knifes out of the way,
there is no action on a fowl straight back and out of play with J.D on deck.
Surprise is the inspiration of unknowns; Vision the ability to see all, known and unknown. Squint through the trafficked streets etching notes on the mapped memories contained within. High Heels walking nosily announce an upcoming sale at Nordstrudamus, the prophecy of which will soon be confirmed with a consuming media blitz. A poisoned lamb comes home to roost, sickened by fertility drugs, the clouds carry in the dust of off shore meltdowns. Health Net called today with important news about your prescription: the flowers you plant must be a generic brand of atomic seed.
A blue jay family has nested in a fern tree of neighbors yard, their comings and goings are watched. Listen for the sound of chirps from small reddish yellow beaks over the nest wall clamoring for the gatherings of their parents. The eyes have it.
Who hardly thinks about New York these days repeating the phrase I have sung over and over in a bar downtown but didn't note that to have could also mean to resist in any who can do nothing else save for waiting each year that the lilies may rise again.
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