Whatever it is, it must have
A stomach that can digest
Rubber, coal, uranium, moons, poems.
Like the shark it contains a shoe.
It must swim for miles through the desert
Uttering cries that are almost human.
Negative Capability, John Keats
several things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man of Achievement especially in Literature & which Shakespeare possessed so enormously – I mean Negative Capability, that is when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact & reason
The Art of “Negative Capability”: Keats on Embracing Uncertainty and Celebrating the Mysterious
Dinner Plates
The sudden is spent
Without preparation
A crescent of light that holds the moon
In place.
Is all I have for a dinner plate.
How ought this be?
It’s best to breath this galaxy into your lungs, posit the self-aware lump of universe in the skull.
Doing Dishes
The last of the moon’s scribbled light
In the bowl
The Poem Is
Like a broken guitar,
A mini golf course for
A syllogism.
Why are beginnings so important?
Why is a broken guitar a disaster?
Is the grave coming up short.
And though I think all of this is folly
I am glad of its sometimes kindness.
A poem
Is a belly flop
In handwriting
By an angel doing a handstand
While going backward in time
Making It Up
Okay when each ghost
Has said its last hello.
Okay lost
Okay peanut butter and dusk sandwiches
Okay the faults
Okay abstract
For the walks I take I begin by the seams
I pitch ideas to the sea
I read The Philosophy of Meteorites, by E M Comet
Okay when the sun turns nova
And like a harp
Shows its guts.
Okay the angels having banished our socks
Leaving us with an odd number of shoes.
Correspondence
If I was to reach out to you
It would be with a few indifferent words
Arranged to bear little weight.
I would include the gallop of stars,
The sparrows of feral nights,
Contagious cognition.
But that’s all.
