ars poetica, a seduction of lexical lists
mélange unmoored from belonging
pulse thrum in the anechoic room
how will we find purity amidst semantic noise;
the salve of metalanguage in a sea of allusions?
language transfers mental content
(words are containers)
speakers eject thought into an external space
(in this way language is reified)
‘a poem should not mean but be’
positing a fantasia,
a condition of meaningfulness -
unfurling with the cosmic significance
of a blue lotus blooming improbably
at the base of a Bodhi tree
cartographic games of death,
hybrid experiments that assuage
our fear of floating into the void
-or-
a terribly human snow angel
sculpted and melting, transfigured
to cloud and stream
whispering Rilke’s empty freedom
attained by seeking what’s beyond
a treatise of identity,
Hillman’s String Theory Sutra
(this poem has a mimetic twin
that plays arias in another dimension
through a telekinetic gramophone)
where, a reader may ask, does virtue lie?
Dickens’ acuity akin to the Delphic Oracle unsettles
telescopic vision reveals Bishop’s calculated descriptors
alongside Ashbery’s nuanced reflection:
convex mirror distorting the ruminating Self
(my face imprints the air within a breath of yours)
Carson’s accordion of grief,
a Sanskrit obituary contrasting handwritten notes
each word translated to illuminate a place
where no light is permitted
we poets enact a query
demonstrating the fragility
of the sacred phoenix’s flight
philosophical conceits drown
in a tidal wave of lyricism
roaring, irremediable, shifting selves
litter an infinite shore
(we build cairns for those without name,
stone markers in the sand)
