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Poetry

Poems I've written or am writing

READIN started out as a place for me to keep track of what I am reading, and to learn (slowly, slowly) how to design a web site.

There has been some mission drift here and there, but in general that's still what it is. Some of the main things I write about here are reading books, listening to (and playing) music, and watching the movies. Also I write about the work I do with my hands and with my head; and of course about bringing up Sylvia.

The site is a bit of a work in progress. New features will come on-line now and then; and you will occasionally get error messages in place of the blog, for the forseeable future. Cut me some slack, I'm just doing it for fun! And if you see an error message you think I should know about, please drop me a line. READIN source code is PHP and CSS, and available on request, in case you want to see how it works.

See my reading list for what I'm interested in this year.

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Sunday, September 15th, 2019

There is no Lie without a liar; there is no Truth without a truth-teller.
There is no Song without a singer.

posted morning of September 15th, 2019: Respond
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🦋 Jagged

There was a jagged man, and he walked a jagged mile.
He found a jagged sixpence behind a jagged stile.
He bought a jagged cat that caught a jagged mouse.
They all lived together in a little jagged house.

posted morning of September 15th, 2019: 5 responses
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Monday, September 16th, 2019

🦋 Jiva and Atman

Jiva eats the fruit of the tree: Jiva is bound to the world. Jiva is part of the world.
Atman does not eat but watches.
Atman links Jiva to the supreme unity.

posted morning of September 16th, 2019: 2 responses
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Matter. Don't matter.
Matter, don't matter, doesn't matter/ in the Void

posted morning of September 16th, 2019: Respond

Wednesday, October 9th, 2019

There are 50 ways to breathe, my brother.

posted evening of October 9th, 2019: Respond

Sunday, December 15th, 2019

🦋 a quick couplet

I decay; idk
wtfruok?

posted evening of December 15th, 2019: Respond

Wednesday, January first, 2020

Blocky capital letters
of flame
in retro fonts imagined:
fluid flaming fonts, canvas of blacky void
so melt away their meanings
so what's left amounts
to glyphic shapes, just shapes and sounds
and chunky, palpable
consonantal feel.

posted morning of January first, 2020: Respond

Sunday, March 29th, 2020

Reread. Go back. The letters,
Static, swerve, collide;
Shatter.
Your mental notes,
Your scribbled annotations
Useless now, incomprehensible;
Crystal edifice of abstraction brought low.

posted morning of March 29th, 2020: Respond
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🦋 Now

here, now
here, now
here, now
here, now
here, now
here

posted afternoon of March 29th, 2020: Respond

Wednesday, May 20th, 2020

busy being born, and busy
dying. Busy
with decisions and revisions
which a minute will reverse. Busy
busy busy
believing foma
and doubting

the strength to force the moment
to its crisis.

posted morning of May 20th, 2020: Respond
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