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

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.

The Ambition of Dusk

In a simple sweater, a jawline like a lyric, is the ambition of dusk.

Against the aquarium of stars.

A simple ghost, like a pair of bashful feet in the corner.

The high wires of power lines, the moon like a spool with no thread.

Words in a notebook, coil bound, from the drugstore, do angels tattoo humans on their arms?

A jawline like a stampede, an aquarium of ghosts.

Sidewalk Crack

The acorn is a bird of earth.

The sun is a
Domesticated
Sidewalk crack.

The moon is
A feral daffodil.

To grow accustomed
To a gargantuan
Universe

It is better to be tackled
By questions
Than propped up with answers.

Death is a bowl
Room temperature.

The earth is an acorn
Buried by a blue jay.

Finally, the soul is a conspiracy,
And the royalty of chance.

Field Guide

Where are the dandelions

On the edge of summer’s breath?

The stars are volume and sound

And depending on mass

May end up as holes

In the ground of the universe.

Where are you exiled?

The weight of distance

Is the circle’s geometry.

I published a field study

On the aerodynamics

Of solitude.

And found that it could swim.