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Saturday, April 19th, 2014

🦋 Versos bíblicos: Poemario

I've started putting together a chapbook of poems based on Biblical verses -- using as a core the poems I've been posting lately under the tag book:bible. It's looking interesting! I'll present the chapbook at the taller de poesía en la Universidad Desconocida. The contents (currently -- I am hoping to write at least one more poem this weekend):

  1. "Profetizarse" -- quotes from Genesis, John. Invocation of God asking for His Word.
  2. "Caminos de la carne y del Espíritu" -- quotes from Romans, Psalms. Dialog between flesh and Spirit.
  3. "Vete y haz lo mismo" -- quotes from Luke. Meditation on the parable of the good Samaritan.
  4. "Tíramela" -- quotes from Leviticus, John. Meditation on casting the first stone.
  5. (untitled) -- quote from Ecclesiastes.
  6. "insensible" -- quote from Matthew.
  7. (untitled) -- Meditation on prophesy with reference to Joel.
  8. "Esqueleto" -- Meditation on prophesy.
  9. "Lo que diría la esposa de Lot" by Karen Finneyfrock.

posted morning of April 19th, 2014: 1 response
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Saturday, April 26th, 2014

🦋 La presa (II)

La presa

por J Osner

Las líneas suaves y líquidas
del poema
se deslizan en su corriente
entre rumor de historia antigua
entre voces que a uno le reavivan la memoria
de conocidos -- íntimos
y más distantes --
y quizá también de extranjeros --
sobre una presa dura
de emociones
una estructura intelectual que debe mostrarselo
a través del corriente rápido
de sonidos
pero
nunca tan claramente
porque nunca están identicas
ni pueden serlo
la forma y la intención
y la una oscurece a la otra

como piedras
en el lecho del río
se parecen los attributos
del poema
como un canto
cuyas letras se deben ignorar
para entenderlo

posted evening of April 26th, 2014: Respond
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Sunday, April 27th, 2014

🦋 two more

both very much still works in progress; I'm liking the progress...

Bienvenida

por J Osner

Pues imaginá
escena
de atardecer---es
casi oscuro
pero
no podrías dar número
ni asignar nombre
a los mil tonos
de sombra que se efrentan
a tus ojos
mentales
pero recordalas
estas rayas de falta
de color
porque son
tu alma

La ontogenia recapitula la filogenia

por J Osner

Cada lectura del poema recapitula
las dudas y incertidumbres
los desasosiegos del autor
en que consiste
su escritura
como árbol se crece el poema
de la haz de la página fecunda
sembrada con sentido
consiste el poema
en ramificaciones
del sentido original
cada vez multiplicándose
hasta que
no se puede decir
en cuáles ramas
se van a florecer
la hermosura y la perspicacia
ni qué van a significar
y cada lectura recapitula
esta procesa de derivación -- saltá
y agarrá
la rama principal; así se empezaría
tu ascenso
Tus manos carecen
corteza áspera del texto
los carecen a tus ojos
los contornos suaves
de la letra
y a tus oídos los sonidos broncos
del incertidumbre del poeta

posted afternoon of April 27th, 2014: Respond
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🦋 Para hacer retrato de un alondro del cielo

Para hacer retrato de un alondro del cielo

por J Osner
Piensa primero una jaula
con la puerta abierta
--Jacques Prévert
pero la alondra no se deja captar, tampoco en la jaula cantará
ni en el lienzo del pintor; ni
en la página blanca del poeta. Los silbidos trinantes
de mid-80's video games
se oyen encima del campo
y se desvanecen; fugaces
como toda hermosa

posted afternoon of April 27th, 2014: 1 response

Saturday, May third, 2014

🦋 la Universidad Desconocida: week 2

I presented my chapbook of biblical verse, and got good notes. Primarily -- I should keep my poems short and intense, and resonant; anchor the ideas in imagery; and surprise the reader. The favorite was "Esquéleto":

Esquéleto

Esto son mis huesos
desnudos; vestilos
en carne, inspirámelo
el Espíritu a mí.
Planteá Vos la sembra espiritual
que crezca y florezca profecía
derramámelo
fornicámelo
que sueñe yo los sueños
de iluminación
Readings for next week are Latin American vanguard poems, a beautiful selection (which somehow manages to omit Pasos and Cuadras).

posted morning of May third, 2014: 1 response
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Génesis

por J Osner

Antes
de mandarle al Agua
que sea agua
ni a la Tierra que sea tierra
ni tampoco a la luz
y la oscuridad que se separen
debe hacer creador el Fuego
y lo dejar
Arder.

posted afternoon of May third, 2014: 1 response
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Friday, May 16th, 2014

🦋 Intenciones extendidas

El poemario es cosa física!

posted afternoon of May 16th, 2014: 2 responses
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Monday, June 16th, 2014

🦋 Another analogy for time

"The Cauldron of Verse" by J. Osner,

The poem (if it's successful) always functions on some level
as a metaphor for time: the reader's memory will integrate
the poem (if it's successful) so its meter and its rhyme make up
a cauldron through which filters reader's vision of experience:
the moment, just off-kilter, just opaque enough to shadow
(just concrete enough to straddle) future and the past which bubble
up through the poem (if it's successful)
and comprise the self you narrate to the world.

posted evening of June 16th, 2014: 1 response

Friday, July 11th, 2014

🦋 Linearity

Working on another chapbook -- this one is tentatively titled "The moment of the poem: Extensions".

posted morning of July 11th, 2014: 1 response

Saturday, July 26th, 2014

🦋 Some recent poetry



The moment of the poem, by J. Osner

Poems you read, they shape you –
watch the singsong of their syllables
chase images of light and shadow down syntactic tunnels.
Creep down along the sung semantic corridor to where it leads;
act out some solemn ritual
of determination.
The poem (if it's successful) always
functions on some level as a metaphor
for time: the reader's memory will
integrate the poem (if it's successful)
so its meter and its rhyme make up
a cauldron through which filters
reader's vision of experience:
the moment, just off-kilter,
just opaque enough to shadow
(just concrete enough to straddle)
future and the past which bubble up
through the poem (if it's successful)
and comprise the self you narrate to the world.

Δt

There is no calculus of consciousness.
The moment that you dwell in is no delta t,
no limit;
its kaleidoscopic boundaries recede.

posted afternoon of July 26th, 2014: 1 response

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