[update] until there is no more room;
Uploaded a bunch of new icons and looked through my memories to find a poem.
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Something is bound
to hold things together
Dark energy Net gain
Universal sympathy A big lie
When I listen closely
I am not here
something has been lost
in transit
And so I make up this story about us
You are as far as Australia
is south
and the deep sea trench is at arm’s length
And the universe folds over
the Himalayas in one beautiful blizzard
of emptiness
I never said happiness
these minuscule losses
these insignificant deaths
connect me like veins
to the big burning heart
of something
I can never explain
……
Something is bound
to hold the world together
Next door is Paris
upstairs is Utica
and two flights down is the frozen river
of the Aztecs
In the past there were catapults
in the future a single virus will eat a village
of truculent souls
and the polished thieves will steal our identity
and you and I will be nothing more
than you
and I
In the past the volcanic corridors led
from bread shops to bordellos
and nobody looked the other way
In the future the past is
anybody’s guess
and what if everybody got it wrong
between don’t remember and Pompeii
the winged phalluses
the ancient women all in black
offering them in their soiled and wrinkled hands
in this part of the story
there is no end to mourning
……
Something is bound
to hold us together
This poem forms a trinity
the haunting conundrum
of religion, philosophy and mathematics
is not present here
I am trying to pull out of words
their most wretched simplicity
I am not afraid of finding
nothing there
In the past there was Sweet Briar and your hair
wet with rain
In the future all continents will break
until there is no more room to move
and the world has come full circle
and the angels are tired of holding us up
then we will say it’s all up to us
then we will conquer the deep recession
and our bankrupt innermost insolvent
something
will crawl out of the words
like Adam leaving the garden
his human heart finally broken
- South, Eric Gamalinda
[Edit 2:45pm] Throwing a link up here for those who want to know more about Mr. Gamalinda, and because I want to read his essays later when I get home:
http://mysite.verizon.net/vzeslrlq/gamalinda/index.html
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Denise messaged me over on Facebook this afternoon. So I guess I might have a gig on Friday.
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Something is bound
to hold things together
Dark energy Net gain
Universal sympathy A big lie
When I listen closely
I am not here
something has been lost
in transit
And so I make up this story about us
You are as far as Australia
is south
and the deep sea trench is at arm’s length
And the universe folds over
the Himalayas in one beautiful blizzard
of emptiness
I never said happiness
these minuscule losses
these insignificant deaths
connect me like veins
to the big burning heart
of something
I can never explain
……
Something is bound
to hold the world together
Next door is Paris
upstairs is Utica
and two flights down is the frozen river
of the Aztecs
In the past there were catapults
in the future a single virus will eat a village
of truculent souls
and the polished thieves will steal our identity
and you and I will be nothing more
than you
and I
In the past the volcanic corridors led
from bread shops to bordellos
and nobody looked the other way
In the future the past is
anybody’s guess
and what if everybody got it wrong
between don’t remember and Pompeii
the winged phalluses
the ancient women all in black
offering them in their soiled and wrinkled hands
in this part of the story
there is no end to mourning
……
Something is bound
to hold us together
This poem forms a trinity
the haunting conundrum
of religion, philosophy and mathematics
is not present here
I am trying to pull out of words
their most wretched simplicity
I am not afraid of finding
nothing there
In the past there was Sweet Briar and your hair
wet with rain
In the future all continents will break
until there is no more room to move
and the world has come full circle
and the angels are tired of holding us up
then we will say it’s all up to us
then we will conquer the deep recession
and our bankrupt innermost insolvent
something
will crawl out of the words
like Adam leaving the garden
his human heart finally broken
- South, Eric Gamalinda
[Edit 2:45pm] Throwing a link up here for those who want to know more about Mr. Gamalinda, and because I want to read his essays later when I get home:
http://mysite.verizon.net/vzeslrlq/gamalinda/index.html
*
Denise messaged me over on Facebook this afternoon. So I guess I might have a gig on Friday.