Discrete Series (audio only)
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consciousness in itself of itself carrying 'the principle of the actual' being actual itself ((but maybe this is a love poem Mary) ) nevertheless neither the power of the self nor the racing car nor the lilly is sweet but this
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Veritas sequitur ... In the small beauty of the forest The wild deer bedding down— That they are there! Their eyes Effortless, the soft lips Nuzzle and the alien small teeth Tear at the grass The roots of it Dangle from their mouths Scattering earth in the strange woods. They who are there. Their paths Nibbled thru the fields, the leaves that shade them Hang in the distances Of sun The small nouns Crying faith In this in which the wild deer Startle, and stare out.
what art and anti-art to lead us by the sharpness of its definitions connected to all other things this is the bond sung to all distances my distances neither Roman nor barbarian the sky the low sky of poems precise as the low sky that women have sung from the windows of cities sun's light on the sills a poetry of the narrow end of the funnel proximity's salt gales in the narrow end of the funnel the proofs are the images the images overwhelming earth rises up in its light nostalgia of the mud guilts of the foxhole what is a word a name at the limits of devotion to life the terrible knowledge of deception a lie told my loves tragically pitifully had deceived themselves had been betrayed demeaned thrown away shamed degraded stripped naked Think think also of the children the guards laughing the one pride the pride of the warrior laughing so the hangman comes to all dinners Aim we tell each other the children cannot be alone whereupon murder comes to our dinners poem born of a planet the size of a table top garden forest an awning fluttering four-lane highway the instant in the open the moving edge and one is I