#1832 - up to catch the day

 

1832

6.4

4.i.25

up to catch the day

a not quite aubade

 

here where I’ve been thrown

and in the act

 

with both paws

on all fours

 

come at it all edgewise

like the bird, suspecting

 

under the words are more

 

these other moments, lives

and just as we see

each infinite

nor thought

 

we are so far in words

there’s no way back

but on

 

and if, by chance

this world’s a globe

we’ll ride it round

face foes

trip wires

 

we’re drowning

just to be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

notes –

 

up to catch the day

a not quite aubade

 

here where I’ve been thrown

and am already

 

in the act

its very semblances

 

with both paws

on all fours

 

it’s given

but there’s no mind of it

 

as to split

the logical atom

 

under the words are more

 

I come at it all edgewise

like the bird, suspecting

 

all these other moments, lives

and just as we see

each infinite

unthinking it

 

it’s all of a propensity

and my philosophy’s the real

whatever you say  

 

we are so far in words

there’s no way back

but on

and if, by chance

this world’s a globe

we’ll ride it round

face foes

trip wires

 

we’re drowning

just to be

#1831 - a doctrine of inconsequence

 

1831

6.3

3.i.25

a doctrine of inconsequence

aggressive passivity

 

so far as not to matter, I

so small as to go unseen

so soft to the touch and quiet now

 

here by way of coincidence

delving in the underday

 

eyes to the vast of moment

cued, from gone to next

 

living on the whiff of a risk

laughing at my own wit yet

 

as if I’d come from nowhere

and now I’m home again

#1830 - time's signature

 

1830

6.2

2.i.25

time’s signature

notes for concert pieces / clock series

 

the lined brow, step worn

 

wheel to which broken

 

careful with time

you touch and it crumbles

 

it’s full of luck as well

 

think of the colours

we speak of inhabited

 

in flutter leaf

and on the wing

 

a toe tap too

calendrical

 

think of just a month consisting

 

day night

grey insect whirr

so breeze it

 

speak of time and it’s gone

 

will it without witness

in the airless vast?

 

think of it as a rule you’ve broken

no

 

note and then next

come chord

glissando

 

hands tied

all pointing too

 

bend to this iron will

 

step after another

wave upon shore

 

time’s kept

in a box of fits

 

it overlaps with where we are

 

see out the window though

see the window through

 

it’s every swimmer for a self

just as the heart beats on

 

repeat a pattern

after me

does what I do

 

sometimes you’ll feel a year beginning

 

we try it at home

 

it’s only just occurred to us

 

these deeps where we’ve been thrown