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on smiling (the de- and re-constructive act of honestly taking account of the cheese, the cliche, the tragically trite)

Harsh warm morning light
          
Creaking new house sounds
    Opening patio door
    Looking into vast plat;

The creek trickles softly in détente,
cleanly over stoic bedrock agefull.


i

His cheek's
a bit pocked. Smile peeks 

out behind red lips, 
life reveling 

ribs weary from 
rescusitation

exposed to flaccid 
pummeling broken 

into unevent. But here parting lips
calendar Holiday's arrival.


ii

Smiles are
tributaries rushing through forest,

trenching a new path toward
quenching scorched choking sediment
yearning memory aching to transcend 

sentiment.


iii

Smile 
plats heart's blueprint. Smiles

travel time, rupturing
past; 

Smile canvasses
future, bridges presents.

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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo