The Harmony of the Squares
Cubes of silence
*
bales of air
*
"Consciousness is a property of minute patches on the warm surfaces of mild planets."
(P. W. Atkins)
*
buckets of music
rain of anvils
cans of laughter
butterflies forged in iron
*
"We must get rid of our superstitious valuation of texts and written poetry. Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed."
(Artaud)
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Here's a poem to read once and then forget. It is called:
THE DEFINITION OF SENTIENCE
a soul
is
"at home"
in
galactic
space
a soul
"feels"
alone
only
in a body
*
*
bales of air
*
"Consciousness is a property of minute patches on the warm surfaces of mild planets."
(P. W. Atkins)
*
buckets of music
rain of anvils
cans of laughter
butterflies forged in iron
*
"We must get rid of our superstitious valuation of texts and written poetry. Written poetry is worth reading once, and then should be destroyed."
(Artaud)
*
Here's a poem to read once and then forget. It is called:
THE DEFINITION OF SENTIENCE
a soul
is
"at home"
in
galactic
space
a soul
"feels"
alone
only
in a body
*
posted by borneman at 7:31 PM
3 Comments:
while i get the sense of the poem
and i like it and will forget it soon...i must say it conflicts a bit with a christian view...which is a more person focussed view...for thomas d'aquino the soul the mind the person are synonymous...one and the same...the body is the form of the soul...while the body dies the soul remains and one day the whole person emerges in a cosmic panoply of love...the body is more the mind than is the brain...to be fully aware of the presence of god is to overcome the abject lonliness of living...this is no gaurantee that life will not get worse
nontheless
i like the feeling
of the poem
and
think
beyond the
limits
of
corporeality
as i read it
as
i read
cubes of silence
bales of air
buckets of music
rain of anvils
cans of laughter
iron butterflies
tons of ephemeroptera
Certainly, I'm implying a certain non-person-focused cosmology here--being, after all, a completely lapsed Lutheran. Not even a Lutheran/Dadaist but a fully reformulated Moontanastanian Heretick. It seems to me as likely that when we are born "our" soul dies and then when we die we rejoin capital b Being in the timelessness of little n nothing. Well, we'll discuss this in the coming--or is that "ending"--days.
the soul is common
we die with the dying
we live with the living
like everyone else
we are here then we are not here
so brief the brilliant
display of self
so crazed by who knows what
so lost so delighted
then we go to hope
cosmic slapstick
that's all folks
j
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