When I was reading it, something was playing in the background on TV and every line of yours rang out in tune with the notes in my head and seemed to give me a vision of huge chunks of time flashing by... I am lazy have absolutely no will to figure you out, but the lines, the sound of the words, the images tht spanned the length and breadth of this world we know took me riding high and low, brought me back to write you a quick note - grt to hear from you again, am sure James would be elated :)

A,
Ancient chinese saying: careful what you ask for,
you might get it...

Grant me some time on this one...

This is about "separating links"...dualism, the
human curse...
the "confusion over sides"...which is the result of
reason triumphing over rhyme...
north/south...
west...
(no mention of east)

Inside is lost, so...outside is what is left?
the outside stinks, literally...
the stink is the past.

The nose is the sense of love.
Love is at the center,
it is associated with the east... the sunrise...

a lazy heart smells the lingering traces of war,
which is nothing but the manifestation in history
of enslaved desire=energy...

so what if you forgot to pay the milkman?

more later..

m enjoying this so much....I forgot to pay the milkman :) I will someday...I forgot to pay and did not pay - why pay when I am really the giver? I shall give it him one day...
I love to watch you guys play - it is more fun than joining the fray
sometimes I think you are all but one :)

Stink from a war over north and south, division
of the Body Politic...
reflective of division
of the splintered Universal Body of Man...

Excrement of the warring parties,
feces of men long dead
washing up on your beach in places...
Asian shit...
Repressed (anal?)Asian sage's wisdom washes up too though...
the good and the bad...

the war in Asia 60 yrs ago...
the eastern teachings came here too, around that time...

@rolling: I actually experience my own poems in the way you do, Nabina. They come out quick and fast (this one in about 90 seconds) and I have no idea what they "mean" - but the rhythms and sounds "feel" "right" and I enjoy the process immensely. But I cannot force it much - Just create the environment for it to "happen."

@WSFTC: - What is Friday? (and thanks for the comment!)

@James: Come on, Man - East IS mentioned - just not as obvious...Now get to work!!

Excuse me a moment as I collect some words to
chew on:

horn, blow,
brainwaves,
fresh milk, summer,
greed, fear,
sweat and death,
confusion, north and south,
fire, diesel fuel,
talk exhausts,

repressed
Asian

inside


chew, chew...
assimilating..
ocean,
reason and rhyme,
lazy heart,

I will stand by, preparing for the always insightful and scintillating ticker-tape spew to utter forth from your virtual mouth....

You are in tune with Blakean symbology, as usual.
Water is of the Circumference of the Eternal Body of Man.
It is Hope.
It is the Sea of Time and Space.
Its direction is West.

"Where is north and south..."
North vs. South...North is the Zenith,it is the Head,
it is Faith...the Sun..
South is the nadir, the Earth, imagination, subconscious in-
piration, power of creativity...it is the Legs...


An elaborate mythology of the Fall is built:
the sea in the fallen world is timespace chaos..and then...
usurping of the Head
by the Heart,
leaving only the South intact...a visionary
prophet of the ages, builds up the imaginative world again, piece by piece...
........................................
way off subject. But I love to bring Blakean light to your work.

On the beach
Out of the flux..
Fire is of the center...the east...
the fuel is the inflammation of greed for life
and the fear of sweat and
death.. ........................
...........................................................
Outside: directions are compassed.
Inside, we encompass directions. Up, down, east (center)
west (circumference)

I am mightily confusing myself and fear i
stray from the poem
by laying abstractive strctures
that fit but loosely...

Too much credence given to reason over rhyme.
Credence is belief, based upon the evidence of others.
Reason analyzes, separates the elements
to determine the nature of...
It looks out into the world, and divides it.

Inside is where reason originates.
At the surface of the mind.
It divides the internal orientation
into outer directional locations: east, west, north, south.

You lost the inside years ago.
From the nadir the visions come.
The repressed asian gentleman advises:
talk exhausts. Yet ...he is forcibly wise. This is incongruent.
On the inside? Forced? On the outside? Disciplined?

Poetry is speech. It is undisciplined upflowing...

Does it exhaust you?
..............................................................
A lazy heart disremembers whether
it paid the milkman for his fresh milk...mother's milk,
from the Cow...one of the first goddesses....
back when inside was ouside, no difference,
participation mystique....
Levy Strauss...

The milk nourished you when?
In the early morning...
What time do you observe the stink? The fear and greed?

Seasons are moving: and guess what..
Blakean symbology
equates:
morning--the spring-- to the center,
red love...

noon to the zenith---white faith--
evening---green hope-- to the western circumference---
night--blue vision-- to the underground,
the zenith...
.....................................................
Back to temporal reality: a preoccupation of the poetess
with Korea.The Chinese settled among the Koreans,
a cultural flourishing ---the first moveable type!
Japan invaded....the war: a surprise northern invasion...then Russian and US separation...
yet: the Cold War is over...but still it lingers...
its shit floats up in your paradise...
as the shit may hit the fan with surprise nuclear attacks
from the North..wars are never over..
Energy is always enslaved, seeking release
.............................................................


east, west, north, south...
Inside it is: center, circumference, zenith and nadir.
Heart, senses, head and imagination.
north over south, reasonover rhyme,
the asian connection..word (reason) exhaust...

the integral inside is lost...
we are all of one Eternal Body..the outside
is incesively obsessively attended to...the outside:
of division
and fierce territoriality...

the shit of these wars floats up outof the sea...

separation into fire and diesel fuel ,
with an integration ,would lead to conflagration...
i suppose the world would be consumed in fire
yet we'd walk through the flames unscathed
into a new creation..that's the current
Mythos anyway...
from Korea: nuclear fire...

I'm with the repressed Asian sage by this point:
I havent' done much justice to this gem,
and my words are exhausting me..

more tomorrow

James, your commentary is most enlightening to me, on multiple levels. Isn't it amazing I have not yet read Blake? Still, with this here poem of mine (most recent), I sense you are (not meaning to, and inadvertantly) dancing around some core that you have not hit / got to yet - I do hope you keep going...I DID put this one out for you, after all...(per your request / DEMAND) - !

Grand. Touched my heart. Grand.

"when the very your of 'your'...."

"your": relating to you
as possessor, agent, or object of an action.
The action is the your-ing.
"Mine, mine"....

That's what sets the brainwaves into separating links,
subject and object...fire and diesel fuel..

this is the time to blow the horn?

and to think -- I was remembering the stench on the pier at Hermosa Beach last week. I'm not as pick-apart as I used to be I guess. Although I'm enjoying Emmerling's dissection, too.

"Blow your horn, boy!...I lost the inside long ago..."

I'm reminded of the Dylan line:
"i'm just sittin hee beatin on my trumpet/
with all these promises you left for me/
all right so where are you tonight
sweet marie.."

Wandering the beach, orienting
yourself directionally...to reason, for survival reasons,
and to rhyme ?

"The rage of summer"...beaches...
stinking of ancient feces...Summer is not a true season...
only spring and autumn are real...

planting and harvest time....

wars start
in the summer, yes? June 25th,
the Korean..sept 1, ww2...

the war within: reason and rhyme...
reason is: the outward circumference of energy...

rhyme is energy released...
well, so is war,
in the fallen world..

Thanks to all who have commented thus far.

James, I think you are still circling the outside, but now are nearly honing in...I suggest you keep going...

Give me a hint here..

unless..

your hint that a hint might be known
and forthcoming IS
the hint...

blow yr horn boy when you got a head fulla fire
and fuel for the fire..
milkmen serve the cows...and the sweet young
widows occasionally...
korean soldiers serve
the Ancient Asian ant-colony....

It is a War of the AntColony vs. the Individuals CoDependently
Struggling to be free...

under the motherstate
(always seems to come down to this, with me, doesn't it?)

This War is over, except, well,
did they ever actually call it off?
Ants vs. Bees, is all i see...

Asians burrowing in the dirt, in the MOther..
Americans flying about lookin for the honey, the money...

bombardments from above..

.....................................
What is this Queen i serve, not too well, i admit,
but with a sighing repect for her iron order>?

The King is in checkmate, you once said in a long ago poem...

Kings rule by fiat..

Thank you, Barking Lot; and again to you, James, for your comments.