They bow and touch lips to stone. Salty soup leaking steam like smoke from an altar in the gold star driven nights over the glowing flames of an old Russian Monastery. Backs bent from endless work like plants toward life giving light. A cold wind blows to prepare the soup for the tongue. Rippled monks [...]
Archive for the ‘Didactic’ Category
Tree of Knowledge
Posted in Dialogue, Didactic, Poetry, tagged Alone, Faith, God, kiss, Kisses, Kissing, man, monks, Voices, wisdom, Woman, Worship on October 30, 2009 | 8 Comments »
Do Unto Others
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged christianity, do onto others, education, ethics, Humanity, Religion on September 24, 2009 | 1 Comment »
That is why books have covers like old projectors on walls with translucent sheets to hold the shadows captive. Like modern smoke detectors to alert the students with its siren call to meet in ordered lines of evacuation. A mouth like a gavel to call to order, to end a trial, to put a nail [...]
Edge of A Turning World
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged fire, genocide, History, kin, Love, our world, salt, Sodom, Time, tongue, Words on December 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The tongue is a pillar of salt it turned back against command to see its kin burn. Before it died it saw the sky kiln churn and devour. Before it died it heard the screams and smelled the sulfur of a dying race. It didn’t say anything though. How could it, when all of a [...]
Aristotle’s Romantics
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged broken dishes, life, Love, marriage, relationship on November 6, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Shattered porcelain like unburied artifacts look like clouds on a hardwood sky. She broke it, she is broken. Standing by the dishwasher her fingers between teeth to prevent tears. The curls of her black hair bounce in the rhythm of her tapping foot. A treatise could be written about her stance, a theory constructed out [...]
Stockholm Syndrom
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged captive, greatness, Love, Lust, muse, Poetry, writing on September 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Inspiration is back to steal and reveal I hope my hands don’t fail my eyes or the heart they inform because the brain they conceal Doesn’t trust our conclusions. It can’t know what they know. First Impressions are back. familiar things are new as if more real than real words made material A girl’s hair, [...]
A Fish Would Not Feel Wet
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged flight underwater, God, goldfish, Poets are horrible pet owners on September 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
No footprints, no roads, and no straight lines. A clear glass world – no windows no doors. What metaphor could reach a goldfish what story about travel could pull his soul. Does he feel the devil in his watery world as he plays their passions like a lute or do they just swim in circles [...]
Our Myth Part I
Posted in Didactic, myth, tagged Egoism, Humanity, Justification, Language, Modernity, myth, nakedness, philosophy, Poetry, sophistry, truth on August 27, 2008 | 7 Comments »
The unfortunate truth for those who hide themselves behind ration relativism is that what they are really looking for is justification, for ethical orders, for a completely irrefutable fact amidst a sea of turmoil – they are looking for truth. Oh sure, like the sophist they can speak around this issue but they cannot hide [...]
Belle Noir
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged death, Desire, History, Love, Lust, Poetry on May 2, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Iris MacDuffin, a peacock butterfly, with eyes like cigarette burns which reflect her chiaroscuro – the complimentary schism that divides her, was so much more than a white whale. Though often her pale skin made her a shadow’s double walker, like some gothic non-being or even worse a once-was. Of all the places for her [...]
Said the Explorer -
Posted in Dialogue, Didactic, Poetry, tagged Children, Exploration, fiction, forgetting, lies, Memory, Modernity, truth on April 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“I do not forget the ill affects of such mistakes I merely let my brain filter out Aztec pitfalls and much of the year spent with malaria. You see a life is not spent in history it forsakes plain facts in favor of context and narrative. The mind makes pilfering into excavation using the same justification as [...]
When she asked me, I thought of English Class
Posted in Didactic, Poetry, tagged Didactic, Poetry on March 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The poet used to have to be sad because tragedy was harder to write in those days the days of dusty old history books. Life, at that point, was just as hard but still whimsical to look upon something with despair took talent because even amidst sickness, death, and plague there was an air of [...]
