not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, May 29, 2017

the light journal of trillium




From "Light Journal" by Charles Wright

To speak the prime word and vanish
                                                          into the aneurysm
Unhealed and holding the walls open,
Trip and thump of light
                                      up from the fingernails and through
The slack locks and stripped vessels
At last the inarticulation of desire...

                                                 ____________

What did I think I meant then, Greece, 1959:
                                                                        Beauty is in the looking for it,
The light here filtered through silk,
The water moving like breathing,
Moving in turn to the tide's turn,
                                                    black thread through the water weave.

Whatever it was, I still mean it.

Monday, May 22, 2017

virginia in january


how can the mind sleep when such exquisite particularity exists?

each leaf, you hurt me with the edges of your being.

where i am hurt, i am healed.