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'Relativity'
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If you see, why axes teem with asphodels & the one sack-slung
(real to itself) who likes traversing keystone doors
to go where no one knows,
can plant anything,
presumably on the rise! nicely real (& all that are needed are-
promenade lamps), you'll make it up, rail by rail
For all its seeming felt and lined
nothing's abstract
here! as of now but slack with a dangerous sun, niched, too!-
very interchangeable commerce of urns, satchels
Shit or get off the pot! or jump-
or step cloud-light
as a lie from one landing or small-squared room to the next
across Space This seeing down's a face (of mine)
and then There! now made privy
to the truth of up
-what else!- the back of her head & all there is of Love. Euphoric
or just an idea But a parenthesis more, please:
this controvertible (Love, say!)
is all there is
2 comments:
Hi Conrad:
Landing and tiers.
Moving from one layer of abstraction to another is made somewhat easy in this post, thanks - it might be argued - to promenade lamps and keystone doors which lead us into the spiraling and enigmatic corridor of poetry.
Thanks, Irina
I tried (as well as I'm able) to get in language a sense of the erratic needle spin of the moral compass in the Escherian 'world'. I also find that rather than relaxing the language reins the Escher poem must pull it tighter than ever if the poet is to successfully show the competing paradigms.
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