Poems
Not only not judgments (Urtheil), but not necessarily even content (inhalt). So are these constellations of terms judgeable? I’d not volunteer to submit them to judgment.
But, even if only what is claimed to have content should be judged, I suppose even the uncontented can be shared.
Rough Century
2025 - Late Summer
This
Dwelling (with-)?
standing
roughly
one
Century
roughly
as in-
conceivable
as a
Life,
which,
in comprehending,
we began
to mourn:
that they are all Ways
all ready all
dying.
The
World is dying:
- in monochrom
wringing out
Extractions
winding down
mechanized
Work to the
grasping drains;
- in technicholor
co-terminal initials
illiminating ’an image of the world
in which the continuous is
an autonomous notion1’
and co-continuous punctuations
unform our singular zeros,
to draw maps of paths not to be,
rubbed out smooth,
thru becoming
what there will have been
for some others.
May we live,
roughly spanning
our rough Centuries,
let us share,
weather wearing
us into the worn,
A
World
– We will
have been
as These
: All
flowing
Each
thru out
One
another
.
Notes
- In Vicki.
- To Freda.
- Of Oppen.
Clocks are clouds2
Scraps
In terminal times a mind turns over terms at all times.