"The Greeks Are Human Beings," Demetrios Capetanakis, 1944.

( be with you little Earth )

"Goodbye, Stupid Earth."

by E. Hayot.  Printculture, May, 2005.

((c) E. Hayot, 2005, please attribute.)

( pyre )

Queen of all that is and might change
you:  bluesy, fly-by-night,
and the adjectives that could precede,
you, Stephen.  Mostly you wanted
to break all the rules; 

So mind and the love that cleans up after it,
both aware of the time, skipped the shit

and lit a pyre behind all of language
as behind its own skin.  And fire
loved wind loved fire loved skin it
loved so much that it shred its loves'
tatters over and over and
itself too.  What else could it do?

(What use tales with
none to tell them to?



I played with the words a little.  Thank you to Stephen Dunn, no offense.

   

In love, his grammar grew
rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell
madly from the sky like pheasants
for the peasantry, and he, as sated
as they were, lolled under shade trees
until roused by moonlight
and the beautiful fraternal twins
and and but. Oh that was when
he knew he couldn’t resist
a conjunction of any kind.
One said accumulate, the other
was a doubter who loved the wind
and the mind that cleans up after it.
For love
he wanted to break all the rules,
light a candle behind a sentence
named Sheila, always running on
and wishing to be stopped
by the hard button of a period.
Sometimes, in desperation, he’d look
toward a mannequin or a window dresser
with a penchant for parsing.
But mostly he wanted you, Sheila,
and the adjectives that could precede
and change you: bluesy, fly-by-night,
queen of all that is and might be.

by Stephen Dunn

runic

"Is this to be an 'empathy' test?  the capillary dilation of the so-called blush response, fluctuation of the pupil. Involuntary dilation of the iris."

"We call it Voight-Kampf for short."

                            "Mr. Deckard, Doctor Eldon Tyrell . . . "

"Demonstrate it.  I want to see it work."

                                                            " . . . Where's the subject?"

"I want to see it work on a person.  I want to see a negative before I provide you with a positive."

                                                             "What's that going to prove?"

"Indulge me."

                                                             "on you?"

"Try her."

(backyard)

(the curtain curtailing)

The distance which can never be traversed is that between you and I and me and you.

The curtain curtailing can never be seen through nor unwoven.  It is the model upon which all other models are built and is so transparent as be near to invisibility, and we all know that if it cannot be seen then it should be suspected, at least, of non-existence.  (If, that is, one can suspect the non-existence of a thing.)

the silky veils of ardor

eidola.

As sheets of rice-paper fresh-laid hanging to dry in the hermitage, the slow breeze flows through the interstices twixt propinquous pliable planes.

So, it is said, the Universes hang next to each other, separated by a tiny, near uncrossable, gulf.  So brane theorists would have us believe.  I say "near uncrossable" as there is one way of making the journey, at least theoretically (and there may be others), and that is by concentrating a sufficient mass into a very small space.  If the mass is sufficient the gravity can reach across one or more neighboring gulfs and be manifest in places where it cannot be explained.  By 'mass' of course I am, perhaps, obliquely referring to the Higgs Field or its superposed vector boson.  The Ancients, for this reason, thought of the Higgs as The Abomination, a view with which this writer has sympathy.

Because of this, though it is impossible to propel anything from eidolon to eidolon, it is possible to bring something from one to another.  The Ancients would have named this 'Calling.'

As the Universes hang or are stacked, so it is with people.