Man's Existence

Man's existence

is God's experience

True Certainty

To discover the nature of unity

one must study conflict & discord;

to find certainty in life

one must first disarm oneself with doubt.

Haiku

Rambling crowd / it rained so hard
But colors / pink / green / grey.

1979

I make my songs

I make my songs
As dry as old bones
Brittle / like dried-up stalks of corn
Dead leaves that crumble in
The palm.

1979.

I COME HERE OFTEN

I come here often

to lie in the road and dream.

Of a day of dreams.

Dreams that
Ripen on the trees like peaches at the harvest.

Where is this

That we go to dream?

Anymore I wonder why I still come.
I’ve grown tired of dreams.

What have I grown tired of?

All these lies that
Lie here. My dinner for too many years.

I’ve had my last bite. I wouldn’t
let a dog touch these scraps.

You’ve never been there.

Been where? I’ve been.

You’ve been there? Where is it?

The dream.

What dream is it?

The dream it is.
There’s the dream, the one
Sweet essential dream.

I’ve seen the dream. A heaven
Of a dream. I’ve seen all the dreams now.
There aren’t any new ones left.

1981.

change; changes.

one person stamping

their feet

doesn't mean that two people

are arguing

desire is the ladder of the self

they whisper it,

they suffer;

they shout it,

they die!

no line has ever bent that way for me

"irony is dead,"

he whispered,

"long live

rony!"

ANTINOMIES

COMMUNITY: is created from personalities


PERSONALITY: is created from communities


Fin

Antinomies: Four

AUTHORITY has what it needs

POWER gets what it wants

ANTINOMIES: THREE

FORM EQUALS BEING

Light is the content of the universe
Body is the form of the soul

Antinomies

Faith is the mother of achievement
Politics is the religion of the future

Antinomies

Love is the first expression of self
Love of self is the last expression of love

Fate

With all its holy-
Selves and all its
Self-involvements
Came back to me
Ten years later

This dream gave back
Its holy self--
Unfolding
Into its emptiness and
God-grown-oldness

It isn’t truth that writes
This script
Just a dawn
Like any other
That with its own grace
And style unfolds its wings

Forever.

1984

Flowers from an idiot.

I can die smiling now
Lips fixed
My eyes staring
Into space

Don’t lie to me
This is our last
Morning
Only the meanings remain.

And
These
My
Feelings

And
These
My
Lips

Are
All
Yours
Now

And
These
My
Teeth

And this

My mind: a deadweight,
And this book a blank page. For life is death
And death is life. Everything is made a little easier with that.

1975

The New Year

Everybody looking for the new
Looking everywhere for the new
Everywhere the new

But I want something old
I can’t find anything old
Even the old is new

Recycled, recharged, reduced to newness
Nothing left here is old
Old is dead, died a quiet death.

RIP Old!