Some poems begin slowly, as small whispers or suggestions. A poem can also start as an image in a painting. I can connect images that may become a painting that arrive from certain lines in one of my poems as well. I am really translating what has been recieved through my heart and out of the divine dream where they first began.
12/7/2022
1/5/2023
What is
left of the
old may
now enter
the new/
Farther stars
in the mist
go dim
& forgotten
orchids still
cry frozen
tears.
All along
the silent
way &
home-ward,
my cold shadow
greets me
like a
lost friend.
1/1/2023
O rose
not forgotten/
still petals
remain
once full of
longing &
now
frozen in a late
Autumn
rain.
11/25/2022
I am the king inside you.
I am the self worthy of knowing these flowery fields
for there is truth in disharmony, non-union
and this I have seen through the eyes of our creator
Our seven deadly days masked
with beauty
yet this truth must not be hidden--
I make a mockery of this universe because
it beckons me to do so.
And in this gulf of fire, far beyond the absurd drama
of reason, purity
I wear the blackest thorns of hatred, a visage of prophecy
that we never really made mindful.
This is the song of absolute power,
this knowledge a fruit which yields the bitter wine of
infidelity,
we will consume together
digesting secrets which subdue our senses
reaching and becoming total willfulness inside the temple of angels
unfolding.
My will, your destiny combined for eternity...
and when it is finished we three
will decide the best space for hiding from this
terrible thing called time.
September 1993
First let me say that I do regard Tolstoy as one of the most insightful writers of the last several hundred years-his book The Kingdom of God Is Within You is brilliant and life changing. Tolstoy's deconstruction of the French Symbolist Poets in his book What Is Art as devoid of any meaning and morally bankrupt arrives through a kind of literalism which haunts novelists and often demands a linear story line. It is much like insisting all paintings should be of the realist variety on the grounds that one would rather look at a photograph.
11/22/2022
I had the clear revelation that all of my poem sequences written over time could be continued, that they were meant to be added to and not ended or “abandoned” (as Paul Valery also understood). After 35 years of working on my poetry this idea was Heaven sent.
11/17/2022
Yet the world is not a “will to power and nothing more” and consciousness is not “the author of space and time”, nihilism/nothingness is also not a new religion.
A response to @QuoteNietzsche
