On reading the old scribbles when:
digital lights carved numerals
into dumb hieroglyphics,
consigned minutes to floating pyres
while blood rushed
afflated by libations
hekatomes and smoky sublimated nows
blackening temple walls
that perfect finger digging keypad
annihilation of geometries
dancing the unthoughts
with pealing blood rhythms
ungoaled ecstasis-
On academing the dance like:
Accounting for spoons and missing forks
washing windows and floors
consistent non-doing undoing
lugging word tendrils toward teleology
and other necessary myths
concerning 'thus', 'therefore',
and other crippled maenads.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
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I found myself stumbling a little bit over this one, but that's not to say it wasn't aesthetically enjoyable (quite the opposite!). The words are packed together and the overflow of images is really what makes this poem utmostly enjoyable. Its archaic dust in the vocabulary and double-punch word pairings really work out though. I'd like to see more of this.
Oh, and what's the deal with the line breaks?
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