24 thoughts on “Flowers”

  1. this was like celestial car wash and i don’t even have a car, but i remember car washes and the end which is the beginning is ambivalence is consciousness is AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH this is scary. even an undecipherable scream then could be a poem and god i wish that would shut data down for a long while. i remember flyers being handed out on corners and that was how we found out and maybe i’m being stuck in the past and maybe it’s just my past and i’m just unable to adapt to this technology world and then here i am typing onto a screen i can be such a hypocrite.

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    1. Haha. Thanks, Steve. I may change the title of this to Celestial Car Wash, with your permission. I remember flyers too. I have a friend who saved them all, from all the punk shows we’d go to. I think a poem can hit you in a good way and kinda of give you amnesia in a way, or maybe a restart. See things anew.

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      1. i guess all these evolutions from messages transmitted orally to flyers to screens will continue on…..in the movies they have like 3 dimensional screens, sort of like being inside a tv i guess that’s next.

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      1. Unknown's avatar Anonymous says:

        Arguments centering within paradox sparks a fuzzily scintillating query. A continuum of infinite regress. Or, simply…infinite regress….per minutiae-burdened infinitude….

        a quiver of arrows…and,

        of…guitar cat-gut vibratory…impulse….

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      2. Arguments centering within paradox sparks a fuzzily scintillating query. A continuum of infinite regress. Or, simply…infinite regress….per minutiae-burdened infinitude….
        a quiver of arrows…and,
        of…guitar cat-gut vibratory…impulse….

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      3. Thanks, Holly. That does spark some interesting queries. It’s got me thinking of lots of ways to go from your comment. …maybe in possible multiverses…ok, I may be going too far!! I amy have to brush up on my Zeno.

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  7. Like a poem you posted a few months ago this poem reminds me of Blake–the beginning of “Auguries of Innocence.” There is Blakean mysticism & rejection of scientific materialism & rejection of institutional religion in the idea that “every flower in every abandoned city lot is part of eternity.” “A poem causes data to quit” looks like another Blakean rejection of the single vision of reason in favor of the fourfold vision of imagination you find in poetry. (“Data” conjures up scientists working with computers.)

    Food for thought here. Thank you.

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    1. Blake is such a interesting poet for me. The Augeries is a poem I come back to often, but I’ve tried some of the longer poems, and I just can’t do it. I’m glad you liked it, and thought of Blake. Thanks!!

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      1. I like the long stuff like “The Book of Urizen” (yer reason) even when I don’t understand it, so I hope you keep trying. But then I never cared very much about understanding. I love Dylan Thomas even when I have no idea what the f he’s talking about.

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