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 9 Jan 2006 @ 18:35
when words have their own sense of urgency
nails broken, reaching the mountaintop
i slide down a waterfall of acrylic words
fast drying, sledding syllables
swishing downhill in beat spontaneity
a cloud bursts alternate harmonies
another key, another throat
empathetic discord, sky-forming habits
haiku bungee, waving hello
living a slice of epicentre
a hint of galactic infinity
a song from a symphony of always
painting the now in tools of forever
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5 comments
9 Jan 2006 @ 18:59 by jstarrs : Mervyn Peake
...talked about 'this sliding second, this desperate edge of now' and I googled it but found only a desperate scribe called Quentin Crisp.
The Quentin Crisp?
[link]
Scroll down and you have the Peake poem from which the quote is taken.
I remember the line from so many years ago.
Here it is:
Is There no Love Can Link Us?
Is there no thread to bind us-I and he
Who is dying now, this instant as I write
And may be cold before this line's complete?
And is there no power to link us-I and she
Across whose body the loud roof is falling?
Or the child, whose blackening skin
Blossoms with hideous roses in the smoke?
Is there no love can link us -I and they?
Only this hectic moment? This fierce instant
Striking now
Its universal, its uneven blow?
There is no other link. Only this sliding
Second we share: this desperate edge of now.
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Ah -
yes, the desperate slipping moment to moment as we mix ions for a second or two.
brilliant link - very connected
this universal shared now
9 Jan 2006 @ 21:11 by silviamar : wonderful
"a song from a symphony of always
painting the now in tools of forever"... so powerful! Thanks, Judih :-)
10 Jan 2006 @ 09:53 by nraye : and to follow
some thoughts here from 2001 :
Poetry assists in the realisation
of the moment one to one.
And through this process,
fine art can be made:
The plastic being the materialisation of the emotion
and a form of love enveloping the process
guided by the intellect:
A fusion marking a moment in time
at the body’s level of need and recognition,
re-informing the cycle of continuam
on a basis of virtue, happiness and beauty
- as much as can be sustained.
21 Apr 2006 @ 18:24 by Oscar Araripe @201.59.6.43 : About writers and painters
Invitation as a kind of congratulations / Follow the line Tiradentes Horse: [link]
Love and sword,
Oscar Araripe
21 Apr 2006 @ 18:47 by judih : hey, Oscar!
How funky! What a great performance. The horse is exquisite and the poetry and sound of the hummed melody is beautiful. Many thanks for linking in.
judih
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