September 11, 2008

from All one, revolving, 2003


Beginning of the world!

That origin, far away
“and not the least didactic! ”
She said
You think me didactic?
A Duck?

That this empty world should not add up?
Covering, face in hands
To One,
Peeking out
Bombs falling

From HEAVENS
Flags Waving, waving
Suntanned boy waving
with blond crewcut..
John F. Kennedy.

I keep seeing
The airplane
One still can’t-- believe it
Banners flying, blue sky
Squirrels in the park, pigeons--

Comic antic, lovers dream
Blue sky down below
This empty flag
Flip, flag flip-- Silent
Absurd!
I have a dream

Embody the ideals
Inflating, blowing up
The Memorial of crashing building
Fleeing crowd
Horror
Reflected in eyes
Looking up!

Flaming birds, flaming birds
Tiresome to talk of how
We’ve purchased it--
Their feet are on fire
Falling,
No One Idea.

The sparrows--
The sun slants
Through the tall buildings
Men down in long alleys.
I’m out walking
the shards,

The blue hills
The silent wind
Purple tragedy, cloud drift
Red square fades to white
The wall,
A form equal to the listing of reality.

Lost
Black and white
Depth into present
Tragedy
We make Art,
Not to be able to

Represent--
We go on never able,
We just go on,
Something beautiful
An ordering of thought
Remembering--