foil the death wish

not a death warrant...you know that! A LIFE warrant! death is fed by fear, loathing and anger......starve it....feed Life....Love is the antidote.....Loving is the foil to all the longing for total consumptive annihilation of Life, upon which despair feeds.......i am perched on earth and it's bare branches......awaiting Spring....when, with the hope of rejuvenation, the hulls of Winter are cast down as Life, anew, emerging to seek the sunlight......

TAXI ZUM KLO

ostponed by imagination
and surplanted by concern;
the loss of innocence
darkens the paths of heaven.

PRECOCIOUS SENILITY

CACTUS FLOWER

 

CONTAINMENT BY DREAMS

sphere to egg to whatever you imagine

as a child, i dreamed of the universe as a sphere.....an antiquated concept,
then it became something like a cracked egg.......leda's cracked egg, from
which the universe erupted.......now the universe is incomprehensible and thus
the ideal subject matter for art........perhaps it is the imaginings of all things that makes what is....

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Munchausen syndrome

the words that tip into tomorrow,
with their past in tow,
to answer questions, now forgotten
to all but vague remembrance
for predilections of vague uncertainty,
lie on beds of mortal dying,
scarred by thoughts, unknown.
yet clear-eyed with perfect skin...
still floundering for death,
in hopes for life that worsen with the cure,
till untimely, falls the hopes
that what there IS is not delusion....
and that dreams of this are not illusion.



Versions by Version

BODY PAINTING

tomorrow's today

 

THE EVERCHANGING PATH

 

from water to light

 

EVERY THOUGHT IS A CORNER

some thinking draws along a bed of thought
with high posters and canopy for intuitions;
the nightly dreamworld in a box,
the drifting clouds that rise and move
then vanish in the skies of dreaming.

and other thinking solves our problems,
stacks and organizes precious bits and dots
and files itself away in numbered pages,
for quick recall to tasks at hand
and ways to make today tomorrow.

but there are thoughts that come
from wells so deep within the heart,
that land in corners of imagining,
and fall to rest before the paths beyond,
so never seen by morning's light.

but every thought and dream and will
is subject to the ebb and flow of time,
that takes these bits and dots away,
to leave what was tomorrow,
beached with thoughts from yesterday.

amphiboly

i am the one you wanted to want you want me...
you are the one you wanted me to want you want me.
and now that we want the same thing, what are we to do,
still, not wanting to want at all, but wanting.......

NATURE FORMATTED FOR INTERNALIZATION

all photos copyrighted . reed savage





Pictures of Silence by Tilopa

SUNSET AROUSAL QUENCHED BY GREEN FAIRIES

I saw, by the failing light of the low sun, stained mystical horrors, Illuminating long purple solidifyings, Pareils with actors of dramas and antique floods rolling to drown their shivers with shutters! I dreamed the green fairy night with dazzled snows, going up to the eyes of the seas with eternities of languid, oozing slowness, the circulation of the burning saps, And the yellow and blue awakening of phosphorus in the skies of dreaming. Then, time having obliterated all but these fitful memories, I lay on the beaches of forgotten expectations........

FISH BREATH

the underside of leaves speak in molecules of pure air
carrying fragrances of nearby worlds.
my widespread nostrils tip down
to hold the precious scents,
transformed, behind these tunnels
to an ancient brain, to thoughts
and visions held together
with silken threads of dreaming...

a great fish far in my brain
leaps with clouds of breath,
to bring old life to being;
before my seeing eyes
the clouds of sweetest smoke
forms the firmament.
imagination is contained and lost.

From here, in a Moment, There.....

wheedled by the blue flower's mysterious fragrance,
i stepped the tips of the turning pegs
into a forest of azure birds
on verdant perches.

THE ILLUSIONS OF MEMORY

although the photograph is not yet before my eyes, i remember it ^ ^. my bachelor aunt louise, round faced and enjoying the moment, between her love of 60 years, dollar...and dollar's younger infatuation of the season, the pretty-enough for dollar one.....the other two are dollar's gay brother, maurice, also my third-step-cousins, by the way, and his long-time companion, who's name will never return to my memory....... i have no idea why they are wearing feathers of wild german hawks, however......they are in munich, if you wondered about the unladylike portions of beer.

Dexterity Intelligence Quotient

can you tie a simple trucker's knot? here's how: secure one end of a rope to your first tie-down point, then make a quick-release loop between it and your second tie-down point.* now, thread the loose end of the rope through the second tie-down point, then back through the loop you just made, and pull to tighten..... once you've got the line as tight as you like, clamp down on the loop with your thumb and forefinger, then finish the knot by wrapping a section of loose line around the taut line and pulling it through..........if you wish to really lock off the end, simply wrap the new loose loop you created around the taut line and pull it through......however, you may prefer not to do this if you might prefer, at some time in the future, to undo the knot by simply tugging on the loose tail of line to unravel the whole package........ now, you try it!


* to do this, grab a section of the rope in your hand and twist it clockwise three times, then pull a section of slack line through it until you have a taut loop

You Asked About God?

GOD has just never been much of a

consideration......i do like to photograph

religious monuments; and provocative images

do elucidate a response from my temporal

lobe....and i did undertake an assiduous

examination of that part of my brain....but

found only countless and endless corridors of

suggestions planted by experience and

perception and growing in that vast expanse

like forking paths from the old brain, through

the new fields of thoughtful introspection....i

guess one makes a God if one needs to.....and

if not, one can always make art...... v...

The Fall of the Universe

Has Man broken the fall of the Universe, through space?
Children see Eternity in the Stars,
Men see Eternity here in Time.
It must fall here, somewhere in adolescence.

Every Old Man has picked it up,
and telling the kids about it,
Never offers to show them.
Old Men die after hiding it away.
If the Universe shifts,
Will it fall elsewhere?

mikey

p.s....of late.....some semblace of you appears , regularly, in my dreaming.......i am becoming more comfortable in it's company in my mindlife......for when i go to that place inside......those with whom i share my inner world people the places of dreaming.........more and more, i dream not of the unfamiliar but of those with whom my spirits are uplifted....and i am glad to see you there......for that means that i am in your dreams also..

RETURN TO FOREVER

the fire, burning in silence,
exhausted in thin air,
fades to black...
a vision in darkness.
An imploding cry
trips toward the Void;
deceptive memory,
roots rotting,
Earth caving to the loss...
an elemental force
leaving but tomorrows'
thoughts of yesterdays,
returning to it's craft,
programmed for infinity.

HELIX SHIFT

looking through sugar,
held in an embrace of hydrogen bonding,
and secured by the energies of eternity
becomes the whos we are...
the cellwalls of memory,
collapsing into oblivion,
will unite us all,
returning dense forms to Light.

pity focus on what one should not do,
that draws the spirit to failed' paths
for fear to tread the silken road to bliss;
and thus through briars and thorns
to pass on to another world,
when we are born with blueprint
for a natural path to skies
whose endless blue envelops
the darkness of our ploys
and bathes the earthen way with light.

THE POET

The poet is done seeing by a length, seeing from an immense and reasoned, disordered state of all the directions, in all forms of love, suffering, madness; he seeks himself, he exhausts in him all the poisons, to keep only quintessences of them to dispel dark forces. Unutterable torture, where it needs all the faith in all the superhuman force, where it becomes between all the large patient will, the great cursed criminal, the innocent and supreme Savant! - Because it arrives at the unknown; since it cultivated its heart, already rich, more than any! It arrives at the Unknown; and when, thrown into a panic, it would end up losing the intelligence of its visions....it saw them! That it crêve in its bondissement by the amazing and unnamable things from thinking: but it will come from other worldly workers; he will start at the horizons where the others have subsided!

my thoughts from you are made

 

as the brown leaf falls to shade,
and life thrusts green buds
behind its absence,
the rot and fodder of earth
sustain the growth of spring
and life renewed.

for as my body was a tree,
a bird, a butterfly,
and my thoughts from yours are made,
as yours from mine ascend,
like smoke from fire,
to reach toward heavens.

bunnie loves me!

 

zinnia

 

i remember, as a boy, my grandmother asking me to fold some mauvey-pink paper napkins for a croquet party......i opted to spend hours folding the little coctail napkins into calla lily shapes and clustering them into a giant zinnia.......grandpa's dog, rex, rolled over onto a folding leg of the samsonite card table that i was creating this project on.........it was like alice in wonderland's collapsing cards....fify flat, pink napkins lying on the grass.......the older i get, the more fragments of the past float through my consciousness.

FROM THE LAKE IN ICE

life is not the brief, self-consuming flame
that feeds and dies,
but the fuel it feeds upon
as life and death consume.

a comet may bear life, but is dead,
it is life that sees its beauty -
the beauty in life,
that is the substance.

and anger does the door not open to the Light

Momentary sparks from inner sight
Are drawn to Heaven's doors,
To burnished gates of Light,
But fall when cold.

While on the other side,
An Angel listens to this plight
And disregards its sombre tone,
To hear cantations bold.

A leaden song of Gold
Doth Petulance sing,
Its hope to rise, unknown,
To sing of breadth and height,

Yet, with fear and might,
The keeper of the Inner Flame
Doth factor in the earnest plea,
And grant another entrance light.

CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES

Mix a small pinch of water-soluble polyvalent metal salt with an aqueous solution of a water-soluble salt of alginic acid to thereby form a water-insoluble film of alginic acid salt to cleanse the outer surface of approximately 300 cocoa beans that have been freed of their tough, leathery rinds, then dry them in the sun, on sheets of llama leather......of course, you are already familiar with this technique from your studies of larousse and brillat-savarin, so i shall skip to the final stages in which melted cocoa to which a half kilo of saturated bovine utter excretion, just short of boiling, has been mixed and stirred, gently, until a glossy, mirror-like surface has evolved.

The process provides a thick, edible brown pearly mass to which an additional amount of an oleaginous substance as the core substance may be added; however, exercise judgment to restrict this amount to less than .7(cocoa weight). This mass can be provided by the method which comprises contacting liquid drops of a composition comprising an aqueous solution of a water-soluble macromolecular substance at least a portion of which is marmelo mucilage , an oleaginous substance, e.g. animal or vegetable oil, if the bovine excretion is not available, or if the product is being produced for distribution by the evil empire to it's undiscriminating subjects.

after removing the tough, leathery rind from a sufficient number of cocoa beans (approx. 300), extracting the cocoa butter from the bitter solids, water-soluble polyvalent metal salt chloride, sodium chloride with an aqueous solution of a water-soluble salt of alginic acid to thereby form a water-insoluble film of alginic acid salt on the outer surface of the beans, then wash and dry them in the sun, on leather sheets..........

well, you can see how appetizing this technique is............

WORDS OF LOVE

Your head, your gesture, your air Are beautiful
like an Emotion's landscape;
The cosmos' light plays in your words like a fresh wind in a clear sky.
The passer by sorrow that you fly very close to
is dazzled by the health which spouts out like the clearness of your Visions and Intuitions.
The resounding colors with which you strew your Words, in the spirit of the poets, is the image of a ballet of flowers.
These outcomings are the emblem Of your multi-coloured spirit;
I am thrown into an outward spinning, I have as much as I love!
Sometimes in a beautiful garden, wherein trailed my lifelessness, I felt, like in irony, the sun at my center,
And spring and the greenery tumbles from my heart, which grows from seeds, by the beckonings of Nature.
Thus I would like, Onebeingness, when the Moment of unveiling sounds, towards the treasures of your person, the White Cloud which parts the Earth from the Heaven and lifts to show the Moon,
which is my Soul in reflection.

WORDLESS QUESTIONS FALL LIKE CLOUDS OF HOPELESS WONDER
TO THE PARCHED AND BROKEN EARTH,
THAT CRIES FOR ANGELS' TEARS.
AS BITTER WAVES BATHE LOSS WITH SANDS OF LIME.
ALAS, OUR HOPES, ENTOMBED IN STONE, LAY FIXED FOR WONDERMENT
ANOTHER THOUSAND THOUSAND LIFETIMES, 'TIL FLOODS OF BRINEY TEARS
BURN THE EARTH AND VANISH INTO TIME.

LIFE CARAVAN

This life caravan is a strange course,

begun with strapped camels,
bearing the affectations of Living;

then at rest, deplete of provisions,

viewing the evening desert of dreams,

empty through the glass of abundance,

which does not approach again in tomorrow's morning,

when time unfolds with calm and ease,

when winds that blew are merely breeze......

Learn from Nature, from birds and bees

and live your life in love and peace...

for Love is what one gives away to please....

Ear to a Pulse

as i listen to the blood coursing beneath the skin, i can sense the hidden heartbeat that quickens my resolve to shape the edge of fate to lever hopeless dimensions from the cliffs of rational intuition into the abyss of art and longing, whence truth springs to form destinies from dreams and life from thoughts made whole in expression, thus creating a ghostly hanger for the rags of feelings that we call our lives.

L' ANGE HEURTEBISE

L'ange Heurtebise,
with wings of watered silk,
reveals an escalator
leading to the heart of glass
on the other side,
wrapped in linens
to ease the flow
into this world,
from the dreams on the other side.

POET OF THE CRYPTOGRAPH

The poet is done seeing by a length, seeing from an immense and reasoned, disordered state in all  directions. Through all forms of love, suffering, madness, he seeks himself;  he exhausts in him all the poisons, to keep only quintessences of them to dispel dark forces of unutterable torture when he needs all the faith,  all the superhuman force;  when It becomes between the All, the large cursed criminal, the miserable one, and the supreme Savant! - Because he arrives at the unknown! - Since he cultivated his heart, already rich, more than any, he  arrives at the unknown; and when, thrown into a panic, he would end, losing the intelligence of  visions, yet he  sees!  That, ambiguously,  he crêves in  bondissement,  by the amazing and unnamable things,  he will distance from other worldly beings,  starting  with the horizons where the others have subsided!