portinari

i have forever been
half a soul
and so
bookish erudition
is my cocaine

viola

would that i would live with/in a violet violin
slumber gloves
the absurd in me seems lapsing slightly
lap sing

its late. i hear the neighborhood cat outside, jingling

lupus

flow ,I, wolf
(mirrored)
of rabid minstrelsy
like livid levin leavened

do you self-return and cancel out
like interfering waves,
self-enslaving ?

froth of mouth like thor
you would by lightning
listen,
thereby lessen

anger selved in olive stream
no more : settled shorewise.
soldered soldier's looking glass
moulded Logos, you will spare,
smolder slowing
holster now
that mythic countenance.

what is rage
when it is spent,
unearthed,
and brittle ?

numbers

let us pretend
that the accidentally famous
tombstone
of a dessicated scholar
had historically been misinterpreted
as a set of patterns
from his left hemisphere

such would be an extreme case of literary
discomposition
to accompany
decomposition
from the right hemisphere

paradoxically,
those wedges join.

introduction

Writing is an algorithm for mental reification.

Reification = the convergence of a mass of connections into a recognizable concept.

There should be a term for unrecognizable concepts. These constitute the domain of the unconscious.

The touch of chiaroscuro
Is the surface of a concept
Color cannot be glimpsed

A harvest
Before reaping
Is not a harvest.
The concepts of 'harvest' and 'reaping' are interdependent. A binary star system. Well, maybe not binary. As far as our telescopes admit, binary will have to suffice.

If telescopes admit to having telescopic cognizance, then can telescopes be sure that they exist?

The touch of chiaroscuro
Is the surface of a concept