Friday, August 21, 2009

Poem

The Geometrics of Meaning
by Isa Harper

Blades gleam
in soapy water;
I imagine
the body carvings of depressives
as Dylan sings
of Ophelia’s sin.

“Lifeless”
being merely
the difference
between
here… and… there,
where there
is an unknown,
possibly zero,
quantity
and here,
though written in the syntax of suffering,
is known to contain
at least one measurable unit –
the angle of sunlight
on a kitchen floor
where the domesticity
of one man
plays out
like a ritual.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

poem

Nature’s God;
or, the misapprehension of Self’s relation to the whole;
or, abolishing the forms to which I am accustomed
by Frank Hill

Blank page…
Blinking cursor…
What next?

“When in the course
of human events
it becomes necessary…,”etc.;
my own little
declaration,
whose first draft
will not haunt
halls Historical,
but… drift
instead
unread
by many
in a digital
dem o cratic
sea.

Statement:
speech in a void
is as good as none.

Self-evident?
True?
Or False?
One?
Or Zero?

Today I declare myself:
alone,
adrift,
anchorless…
Independent?