The Unreality of Truth
by Astinerzo Rinunzo 1979
I shine but do not burn
I guard the faithful preserve
the history flows behind
my hands clutching words.
Ionized plasma hotter than
the surface of the sun
between Zeus and Mars
lighted sons off to stars.
Wandering, traversing
growing alone yet nursing
a beer, a cigarette, a bomb
a page of news, cup of coffee.
There upon the windowsill
a bird and cat together
a glass of wine, a winding river
the snake sleeps, you smile.
I kiss you and wander off
the tree of Death has no fleur
only the green-black fruit
from whence upon devouring
Renders one ever unconscious
my spirit flies to meet you
And the bright gold flowers
bloom at your feet...
I fall, I sleep, I find you gone
I see you running off with Jason.
Apparently, i can only enter potery via the Werdpad...not the Note=pad. What's the up with that? Some of my best werk is relegated to notepad & can't find its own correct path to the glow=page.
Never mind, the slack is adaptable if nothing else. And why am i wasting my time with long forgotten revolutionary poets like Astinerzo Rinunzo? Yet another rhetorical question as i plough thru the rough... At least i made the gonzo grocery run for Hane & myself. [77dollars werth of canned goods mostly.] Take heart, hans & other beach bums~~i am still a nut. And more=over, altho i do not know where the Verses come from---I am obliged to make the effort.
My hands are cold but not carpal yet and i would probly better be off painting than printing. hmmm, i sense an epiphany coming on~~and if i don't dreme & paint especial by tomorro, i also sense that every=one of import will Comment @ length.
I am trying 2 save stuff & also be funny myself [except in the face...] Ponderosity~~
6 comments:
OH! Crud~~i did it again. As the round=clock Visitor i must paint my own
Flowers! Smooches 2 all that tried while i was load=upping poems and a painting
to go with. Read me but don't Heed me~~i am spurious!
the poet you "quote" above was only 19 or 20 when he wrote this, I figure. That makes it extremely amazing, let alone appreciating the grand juxtaposition of such cool images as the one you "paint" in YGP space. I likes it! "cept the poet shouldn't say from whence because whence = "from where." U haf 2 use word pad cuz it was 2 big, my guess is. smooches to the 3300th visitor!
spurious, I'll say. you didn't sign your masterpiece illustration. quel domage--or is domage feminine? quelle, then. dern the gender specific french, anyway. smac
Glad you got the canned goods. Now, who is Astinerzo Rinunzo? Is this going to become an important cultural site for me to visit? Was that art at the top your own? And to think all I do is draw snakes, manatees, and piglets. I'm going for abstract tomorrow, and all thanks to you!
OK, I forgot a question: what is that white oblong shape behind the cat and the bird. Cat have an accident? Just curious.
C'est Oui! It is the quel domage [French men cry more than they women??]
The 'fruit' is indeed coming 'from where', i think. Maybe Astinerzo himself can
answer that one.
Hey, Fence=Man! That white thing is not a berd~terd but only White Space...
a neccessary Ingredient in some paintings. Thanks 4 all the insightful questions,
for they keep my Amnesia in abbeyance... the Glow=Author
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