Jun 10, 2004 03:20
1. a grey clipper - a cigarette lighter. a peerless mark of fire on my thumb. A flame down my throat. dark and cooling once again in the pocket. soon it will be as silent and cool as my heart - love burns; is the nicotine that leaves marks on the soul.
Smoking is a drawing room pursuit - she sits with herself - her limbs, her neck, her long-gloved forearms - they are mere stems, (yet heavy to her) thinner than thin cigarello, wet with life, wet without possibility of catching light. she fills the frame of the shadow but slightly and then with bankrupt poise. i know her. it is charlotte of beauty dusked face - of faded sex, of barren womb - she kisses the fire, the ashy implement. "hand me a smoke" metonyms of a night-fire that has served its purpose and cannot match the heat or light of the morning sun.
2. keeps his promise - i waited so long my shoes became wet in the rain. when i saw him coming i had to leave. my shoes were too badly ruined.
3. "It's off" - the lips are lack in riches and express for the profit of the tongue. a deficit of sound represented by a finger upon lips. the tongue smiles and gilds the air it sours. a Gastarbeiter in Hamburg misunderstands the english woman when she crosses her arms. his finger is upon his wet lips as the limbs start talking (shouting).
4. "there are acts you commit in which you recall most vividly the period of sublime ignorance. this is how you conceive of innocence. not a reality but an absence of reality. You recall it so vividly and rid yourself of the image by reliving the purest moment with the contemporary wisdom. taint it. a well of tears on it. a rain of dirt on it. during the act the image is right there in front of you along with the contemporary image. mutually they destroy each other (each has the others weakness). afterwards you cannot ever love another, for you have lost the love of and for yourself"
5. what i walk upon - a pavement ploughed with poetry. a rut of words, a scarf of grass blowing, a blowing leaf of time, a verse furrowed with dialogue.
6. boats - the sun rises at the bow of day. sets at its stern. (round the cape is rugged coastlne) a heaven of ascending sails, all full with the gulfstream.