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[fearfullight]

Good Mo(u)rning

Good morning, lover Wound in wool tightly Remain under cover In sunlight brightly Shining, still, and lonely Homely other, lovely image Of my son’s mother

Good morning, child Enclosed in wood under Lavender flower, piled Before a stone sundered Moving light comes From home to here To only flowers comb

Good morning, light That steady movement Reminding might Provide improvement The lavender, growing Unknowing power Of changes sowing Of growth encumbering

[fearfullight]

Eye

Time bends I Out the yawning mouth The Propator climbs Out of time light bends And bends mine eye Chime outward finds I Split light chime gapes Open the eye In the dirt the Propator and I lie In the dirt we find The propagate Verb Raised book upright Bent time yawns the Book upright Verb propagate chimes Propator agape, forth light Bent time I

[fearfullight]

Invitation

A latent invitation In the intuition Of a need to be present I entered And seeing festivities In dedication to the child I entered The crowd parted, evenly Dispersed bilaterally In this channel I entered The child, face idle Stared at me Expecting I entered empty Having nothing to give I stalled expectation in The voided stare Of the child I stalled In the intuition of A need to present Having nothing to give The child looked, the crowd Dissolving into itself Closing me away I exited None speaking Ignoring Festivities Continuing

[dagwolf]

fearfullight replied to your post: dagNotes: On Bataille ...

Awesome post. I often can’t get past his poetic writing style to get to the heart of what he’s saying. Any tips for a better understanding of his metaphysics?

My advice is to study his rhetoric: that is, study both his style and reasoning. Read his novels. I just reposted an earlier post "A Bataille Primer" with my feelings about this. Hope this helps.

[fearfullight]

I Had a Dream Once

I did have a dream once About a part in fine hair The slick falling beside the cliffs Where we slid on cardboard as kids On the last bump we’d compare The gel streaks left behind Down in the reservoir The armies came upon us We battled with sticks and stones Our injuries repairing with groans As we’d march home and cuss Without worry about the way You can paint your mountains Or put the stars in a poke But you’re still just a person So I chose my desires I chose them all in time Did I do this with emotion? Did my stomach churn? Did my heart sail the ocean? Did I too late learn The values of my life? Here’s what life requires: Thought and intent in mass Or surrender to the waves You can float pleasures on strings Or bottle sure success But you’re still just a person So I tethered myself to prudence Proclaiming freedom from coin Caved up in pebbled pools By way of slip-free stairs Our pictures all joined On the wall in the hall Our faces looking with hairs Falling upon our cheeks At the gathering cares, Gathering weeks Littering our packed hallways I had a dream once...or was it hallucination? You can have your sins forgiven Or forgive your senses of sins But you’re still just a person

[inkstainsandheavyrains]

Just read Coffee and Half Finished Cigarettes. Reminds me of Raymond Carver. Good stuff.

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