These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
pap stains
what is evident is the stain
something's wrong and it has to be corrected
not just the cure
it is the manner of having to live a correct lifestyle
(there is, yes, there is, the one
that we must choose because it is not
to destroy us, but to recreate us towards
an artistic endeavor,
one that does not devour us
like a boa
where we can no longer say the word
where we are choked
like an artichoke, if you know what i do not really mean)
this has nothing to do with the smell of anchovies
or the wilting of the sunflower
ready for the growing of another batch of seeds
to grow on the furrowed ground
of our mistaken notions about life and death
the stains are about you
something is wrong and it has to be corrected
if you want to live some more days
and read my poems
stand by, i will fetch you, the doctor waits.
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