StaB YOR EnemY’S ShadoW tO KiLL yoR enemy: A Poetics concerning ShadoWs-----------
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“I live inside the house of shadows, the house with walls vetebrated like the dog’s shell. Each night I sink in a little deeper—following the rhythm of the great legendary clock whose hands only begin to move at the twenty-fifth hour.
The windows are left outside, for the house is reversible and there are roads digging in everywhere.”
----Jean Pierre Duprey From The End and the Manner Translation by Pierre Joris.
“The darkness absorbed his words without throwing back even an echo. Adrian dove against the nearest tree. His buckling body slid down the trunk until his knees touched the ground. He was in anguish, yet it was his own shadow that had been thrown across the sun.”--- page 122--Infinity
“…Yet, in all the arena of forms, there was one spot—a pock so dark that even the shadows of trees disappeared in it.”---Page 123 Infinity
Jim Roberts -- Adrian’s Peace
I could noT shakE off the twilight.
Striving through severities--language of languages--- How to language--?--the steel teeth hunting traps -- send a child to step on to scream in dull predictable pain…to make sense of ghost languages….to communicate from the jumbled light of shadows. To carve shadows out of the light. To carve light out of the shadows…To put a dagger in all king’s hearts.
To caricature the falsification concerning the soul. ---- ---------
To dwell in God’s country of negation. To sail the ship to mountain top and burn the ship to cinders and ash. To kill a sailor in the mountains is bad luck.
The obsession belongs to no one yet belongs those who enter deeper in the cave of light where shadows are red bursts and the moon speaks as a New compass--!--Upside the shadow like a mountain, not a hill, we climb and climbed. All keeps well and lost in the lonely. Hobbling shall equate us to the defined cliff’s edge.
All the symbols inside the dark countryside. ALL the symbols inside the dark countryside of strangers we have caught on the butcher knife periphery.
The blue dark of this field night----Tyrannical bone driftwood language boundaries flashing memory--you that shadow--------SOMETHIN EVIL COME THIS WAY DRINKIN MY SHADOW UP LIKE MOONSHINE…The severity of constant kinetic action---is BurnT shivering sleep shadow--------pistol goes off in the blue fog din haze-------the absolute reality---as far as the human condition---and beyond human existence.
Constant kinetic action is the blurring between light and dark.
A shadow poetics is the derailment of the self.
A shadow poetics converges public and private investigations into the underworld---questions the spiritual world. A ghost is the shadow of the soul.
The interplay/matrimony between light and dark gives us texture’s existence.
Light. Any light shining is not the summation composure concerning light totality. A darkness which colors the hues of shadows whilst is shadow--- speaks the concealment of light.
A shadow poetics embraces fluidity while coercing a violent interrogation of reality. What casts what--- the shadow or the solid object? Shadows inhabit the in between world---Forms a partnership---a criminal partnership with light…
Even the light was dark is a Gnostic tramping down lost roads, inside the skin of perpetual twilights.
After all and any experience one is left with shadow.
The creative act is the copulating alchemy between shadow and experience….Poetry is the archaeology of shadow ---when shadows manifest physically inner or outer as what has past.
The creative ritual in action is the shadow always pursuing experience manifesting.
All knowledge is shadow, unless put to kinetic action energy manifestations.
Shadows are the physical manifestation concerning all that is questionable and ambiguous.
Light exists as clarity. One cannot clarify what is already clarified. One cannot reveal what is revealed. One must go to shadows---which are not the opposite of light….---A shadow is a mystery that conceals light.
The interplay of light and shadow is what a mirror is made of….The problem of self awareness of one’s existence….
To obscure is to root the future into existence. Shadows are the unknown physicality-------- Thou judgment of physicality and scientifically correct REALITY-----
Shadow brings judgment to the land of living and light.
I found myself in the valley of shadow and death.
Shadow poetics contort and seek out fucking the mystery. Shadow poetics embrace the disorientation of the spiritual realm whilst distorting narratives and the narrator. TO understand
Events or occurrence is to be deceived.
One must leave all knowledge.
One musT taunT one’s owN KnowLedgement.
Poetry is the exploration of shadow. Poetry explores the wilderness of what has been cast from the forms of incessant continual kinetic energy actions---
PoeTrY is the shadow. PoeTrY is all shadow incidental or incidenT.
Shadows cajole the poet/painter/composer into lyricisms.
A shadow is a shelter from the burning blistering light.
Please sleep under the oak tree—
shading protection s forgiveness respiTe (deserved or noT)
from the smearing of open constant crackling darkly those fields.
Form is ambiguity---Can shadow be perceived and if then referenced to its source---- All experience contorts---plastic--- secondhand---
Immediate experience is often trumped by totalitarian domination of what that immediate experience casts-----------shadows involve memory, the prostitution of memory----the folly of languishing -----lurid geometry of possibilities probabilities and there alliances….
A shadow poetics is to accept personal shame and guilt ---
THOU shadow is Plato’s cave of shadows? We can only glimpse those seeping shadows of eternal forms until we see those thistling bristling eternal forms. How does one see the eternal forms? Does formation ever take place? How do we know the eternal forms are even there?---
William Henry Fox Talbot –one of the innovators/inventors of photography said a photography is the “the art of fixing a shadow.”
Is poetry the catching of shadows cast from the objects and things of the world, living and non living??? SHAPE of the trajectory??
Oil and water---islands only touching at perimeters…..Memory is a wilderness this is shadow---
Is poetry the catching of shadows now? the that those===words===worst===monsters-------
------- ……………..people being afraid of their own shadows---why are people afraid of their owN shadows…
Shadow a shadow ----the lapse of
oil cascading inTo suddeN FRACTURES-----------
hark thee hell of thangles---hark a shadow elusive capability
utterance feel dementia proxies southernism nihilisms into a shadowy country---
The southern united states is a shadow country….where an incapable past of revolt, cruel extremities, poverty and isolation is like a shadow which casts the present –as a shadow of blurring light.
till even the bones burst with or without a body……….
In thee building house that bleaks with blue—Hark thee hell of thangs---Hark the hellish of things—where does one get gathered and located? Dark the morning dark the noon and nothing blows shadow nightly....the eradication of collective human contact ensues—You can never find glory.
I need dynamics lay my body on tha gurney pad. You will catch me drinking. You catch me drugging—All the small books of death—ALLthe small birds of death
Someone is shining a flashlight in the house…A continent devoid absoluteLY of shadows—the sky swims with dark blue circular h o L E S.
Shall we go inside the incarceration of the great wide open? The music was thin and disappears.
So thee CrippLed MOnK stranger upon lost roads. meeTs a drifT
EvEN thA LIGHT waS dARK we do whispeR.
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BY MattheW ponY PaYROLL BONES Winter 2010-Late Summer 2012
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