Thursday, April 10, 2014

APRIL POETRY : PRAXED



PRAXED


when heart falls between my toes
sole
and earth knows
_ole, the ole earth knows
how I've step_ed
re membering me




©2014 “The Missing Mark Miss-ing The Mark” stephaniepope mythopoetry.com


notes

1. The "h" space or h-space; the becoming time in space and the becoming space in time; Derrida calls this _ole a temporized zone for making (in both senses opening that space between what the eye sees (sole, soul & _ole) and what the ear hears (soul and ole).  see http://www.mythopoetry.com/dialogs/hero_seven.html (http://www.mythopoetry.com/dialogs/hero_seven.html)

The temporatized zone Derrida thinks both defers what meanings are happening there and differences them uniquely or 'solely' or  as if they are metaphorically from an 'ensouled within an en-soled' and maybe even, a new _not word forms in this space as another poetically worded word: "s'old"; it's telling, perhaps, of an older order in perfect mind through a lost language. (see also sophrosune or sophrosyne in "In The Summary Of A Brush Stroke" stephanie pope foreword to "Feathered Ladder, Dennis Patrick Slattery and Brian Landis, Fisher King Press, 2014 pp. 17-19. )  


2. Imaginal forms in the making; knot language racing the design: step_ed (stepped) might also yield another word-not-heard, step_ed as "stephed" opening the space for naming the unnamed as that of the poet-soul speaking for itself most personally but in a depersonlized way. see Dennis Slattery and Brian Landis,  "Feathered Ladder"; Fisher King Press, 
il piccolo editions; 1st edition (March 21, 2014)  (http://fisherkingpress.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=214) for its treatment of "knot language".   

Sunday, April 6, 2014

SUNDAY POETRY : "THE FELT SCENTS"



WHEN SHE CAN SAFELY SHOW
MORE OF HER BODY THAN A NOSE & HAND



you’ll believe her

stand in rebuttal
that nose and hand― the " [...] " 
unseen eyes in quotes, the vowel opening
hidden mouth

You’d better believe “ [she] ” means it!

notes

""I vote with one hand and slap the Taliban with the other", this 51-year old tells me. #kandahar http://t.co/a57bEmt0HT
tweets Ayesha Wolasma (@awolasmal April 5, 2014)
hashtag #kandahar. Image redapted from pictwit photo

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

MONDAY POETRY




APHRODITE OF THE SEA


"Lightly she stepped on shore, and under the gentle pressure of her delicate foot the dry and rigid sand became transformed into a verdant meadow, where every varied shade of colour and every sweet odour charmed the senses. "

       ~ A WORLD OF MYTHS        
 http://www.aworldofmyths.com/Greek_Gods/Aphrodite.html




shell lacked no beauty where  
your own pink footprint stepped
in one right out of you sky blue that fled

my wide remembering not still 
in tide & sweep & leap ashore; 
it is no wonder I am worn with what you wore 

& now I’m thinking 
intimacy a little word
a threnody in as to me

I’m thinking as is intimacy’s shell 
a field of beauty rising 
from the oysters under sea
 ..........................

in pieces swimming swell ashore
flow & drop, rise & plop intimacy here 
in wave and leaving

leaving here & sunken 
sunlit, slivered, drenched & 
spurting exalted genitus skyblue & pink 

in me each time although in each time through
dismembered by the days 
now nowhere, too

how intimate where you withdrew
& with her other name
shell threw this empty black

a gray green living corpse
my tatters even now
though transient & wounded, too the round

where matter left the gray green
stamped in me still damp
imprinting how

& how you shatter in & matter in
the gray green foam
whitely living

word for word
as-intricately me
the oysters under sea

shell lacked no beauty where
your own pink footprint stepped
in one right out of you sky blue that fled

I'm thinking as succinctly she
intimate and empty swelled
within a field of beauty shelled