Creatively Advancing into Novelty
Watching Waiting Winking A soft flutter In a mellow mood Between the here and now Of a shallow moon Breathing Beating Being Heart below The blanket wrapped Wandering wayward flow Accounts of all the time elapsed Shifting Sensing Seeing Apprehensive moments Glimmering light arise Tenderness awakes Hopeful glowing skies
Munch: When Munch was a boy… freedom was a potato. It was you didn’t get killed today. Freedom from hunger, from the rusty blade. But to free himself, the man ate first so others could not. He killed before he was killed. He wanted nothing more, because only kings… had the freedom to want. But…
“If, for Marx and Weber, capitalism was the dynamo of secular modernity, for Ruskin, it embodied a metamorphosis of the sacred, a perverse enchantment of the world. Ruskin clearly feared that ‘secularization’ was really a capitalist form of idolatry —a rechristening of heavenly ecstasy in a cold baptismal font of money, a re-enchantment conducted under the…
Dorothy Wordsworth by Jennifer Chang The daffodils can go fuck themselves. I’m tired of their crowds, yellow rantings about the spastic sun that shines and shines and shines. How are they any different from me? I, too, have a big messy head on a fragile stalk. I spin with the wind. I flower and don’t…
Regular Tendencies Settled Into I tell myself to think of something else and find that I’m back there with you, alone, by the window talking to the wind. A lonely and anxious fear. Tightness that I would like to untie, but the fretful anguish arrives; natal homing, not unlike a salmon riding on the back…
“It is certainly the case that many cultural traditions with their varying modes of reasoning are already embedded within Christianity. The Bible alone contains texts that celebrate different and sometimes conflicting accounts of the world, exposing a range of rationalities that are expressed in a variety of genres. But even more important for theology’s work…
quiet the noise we had a life with with pens on the counter and crumbs on the floor a junk drawer and our refrigerator with magnets holding up our principals there is the nick in the table, the wobbly leg fixed again, and the stain on the rail some marks provide definition and spirit others,…
9. TRAMPOLINE up all night, counting sheep kicking legs and grinding teeth you were singing in your sleep “man, I don’t know what to believe, I don’t know about you and me” what made you strange at 17 will make you sad at 33 “It ain’t the same” you said to me “and I…
Poetry is a manifestation of the spirit as it triangulates itself through the desires and limitations of meat; meditative inklings of immortality, and the play in the manipulation of aestheticized materials. It forgets about itself as code making, has the supreme confidence of handling elemental fuels. The word then is not only fit referent but…
“Let us suppose that everyone in the world wakes up today and tries to Write a poem. It is impossible to know what will happen next but certainly we may be assured that the world will not be made Worse. I believe in the divinity of profligacy. The creation of art, okay, just the attempt…