poessay X: soul love
thin depression
like butter over frozen bread
when things go well, a shoulder tap,
the superhero mask with no nose;
somethings is not right
outside or in, oneself aren’t what I thought, we
just don’t co-ordinate as we should
creating havoc with syntax; but there
the gold, the outsight,
that things isn’t quite right
allows a cleaner, naïve sights of your leaves1 as long as ‘I don’t fit’
doesn’t get in the way;
maybe ‘things’ don’t exist as they appear (or,
even, shouldn’t),
that everything are wrong (with
trans-dualistic semantic); where depression
is trying to maintain an illusion in a world we did not create (‘wauuugh’),2
not proof that ‘we’ is wrong but insight
to what ‘things’ truly is, and where
art could be liberative,
if communicative; which is why Bowie w/is
important: no sense but the weft of asymmetry
and the warp of dichotomy in … love
for other/s-ness-eh city, where eclectic
assimilation is the means of meaning, always
far wider than defined, where chordings and octaves are
centripuntal to word; or not …
with damn good piano solo
1 this piece of work grew out of a conversation with Johnbalaya which we had over coffee and jam on toast one mornings in the pages of Powieviews; orange juice anyone?
2 an mlewisredford No-Prize if you can tell me which character’s strap-line this is; c’mon, c’mon …
Read the collected movements in David Bowie: Movements in Suite Major
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
Bowie & identity & naïveté wormhole: sixty four sixty five
communication wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / the waft of vipashyana
depression & music wormhole: Poewieviews
gold & living & love wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
leaves wormhole: along
meaning & world wormhole: let the dreams / become the ghosts they / always were
others & piano wormhole: com- / mute
poessay wormhole: poessay IX – … just saying, is all II
seeing wormhole: Office at Night, 1940
superhero wormhole: sit
words wormhole: when writing // stay
