The body stripped of its guilt.
--R.Hughes.
--R.Hughes.
Lateness is the idea of surviving beyond what is acceptable and normal.
--E.Said.
--E.Said.
A deep, lazy, Mediterranean fierceness blazing away; against the late summer sun, the accumulation of dust in the afternoon dullness, is the joyful, exuberant energy of the body.
The lush fruit, ripened and swollen with its own essence, brought to completion by the sun's brilliant gold, bronzed by decay, by many, many suns, now lies split open on patches of browning grass, heavy and blind, too full of the sun's hours. Endures the seasons. Too much light darkens; a streak of chaos, ancient anarchy, swerves to the wrong side of perfection, invites a fall...
And like summer's sweetness, too, all boiled up and fermented, sinks to the dry earth, making peace with it, cracking and crystallizing, longing for a distilled moment of lucidity away from the dizzying furnace of atoms and inner delirium. Longing for another life under the cool blue night skies with their dark and unknown stars, slightly in awe of this geometric mind.
The drunkenness of time draws to an end.The wheel turns, but the fruit remains true to itself, holding on to the possibility of a late flaring up, remembering the hands, even though untouched by human lips.
Older seas and deserts give asylum, peace.
Some other love will sound his fireword for you
and wake your heart, perhaps from its cool sleep.
(from Lowell)
Some other love will sound his fireword for you
and wake your heart, perhaps from its cool sleep.
(from Lowell)
2 comments:
Time to make cobbler.
Just kidding b.! Not to be too silly. But, do you like the idea of incompletion? Of things left undone?
I liked the "too much light darkens" "ancient anarchy" "swerves to the wrong side of perfection".
This all sounds very conflicted. Is that the reason for the incompletion? indecision? inaction?
There's something more that's preventing these things.
I think that fruit needs a mouth. One that will savor it. Why let a good thing go to waste? Not very poetic, but why rot into nothingness. It should be eaten and put to purpose. It's matter should be digested. Not only to transfer energy, since that can be done in the dirt as well, but to give joy to the recipient. That selfish little fruit should not be keeping it's sweetness all to itself. That's just mean.
-fl
yes, i guess i do like things undone..nothing profound, I'm afraid..just plain old Kashmiri laziness! :)
well, it's not the way the fruit would want it. that's the thing here: despite fate ('gravity') the fruit still remembers the hands, still true to itself/herself by allowing for late possibilities, a flaring up. at peace with the earth, its own finitude, "enduring" the seasons but still open, "split open" ...a "broken circle".
take care,
b.
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