Crow’s Head Run
1: “My Crow”
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The roundness of the crow’s
head
—the bigness
of the shining
well-appointed
head
of the large crow
sleek
and big
and with a head
of an
un-
speakable curvature--
about its earthly business
near the shadows
on the lawn
itself of the nature of the shadow it bestrode
a hole
in space
moving
across the grass
in golden sunlight.
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Do meanings
singe
the things
that harbor them?
Do things
bring meanings
home
to port?
Do they carry
meanings
in the vessels of
their being here?
Do the colors
of the day
once awakened to
in the openness
of wonder
betray us to
our ancestors?
Imagine
a distance
as vast
as ancient
Chinese
wind gods are
apart from
matter’s things
that made it into history—
that’s how far
away
your meanings
seem.
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The meanings of the crow’s
head
’s curvature’s
disquietude
black and shining.
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The accessibility of
the common world
removed] Well, it
never had been accessed, actually, had it,
by anyone, precisely. A blur
in reality. [Metaphor. Not blur, only.
Not just fudged edge you could focus
better if you had the
HARDWARE—
The hand to grasp it sleazes off somehow. The in-
accessibility of the Real
is
esential TO
the Real. Making “accuracy”
a matter of style.
(People get nervous if you hold
the thought you’ve honed
UP TOO CLOSE
up in their face
like:
the gesture
overwhelms
the coin.)
♦
What is the context for improvement?
Is the order type
of the continuum
“the world”? Or
some model
FOR the world. And are we free to vary
the rigor of the model
according to the use we choose?
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Rounded
head (or some such curvature)
and the colors
of the plumage—
as meanings
known, home
to sit black shape
on black naked branches—
And without there being a voice imparting knowledge and
without there being someone—anyone—
to send a message home to—
without a god
in the ancient sense
of storied verities—
only the business as you’ve put it together for yourself
with the makeshift equipment of a difragilating
noosphere—a language only
your own through use, not sourced
in own
source—
domesticated, not native
to the mind
the mind not native
to itself: domesticated, a little off somewhere
[Quoth: the Dog
♦
Call the crow’s head
“being” and the gliding movement
planing across the golden twilight of the lawn shadow
“time.”
The crow
is outside
time
(the way its
head
bows or rotates on
the sleek
fat
neck
the feathers of its wings
tucked in in circumspection
its yellow eye
the visible shining of an information
essential to itself that
is not
seen
2: “The Consequence of Crows”
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Everything has
“vestments” save
let us call it the “the infra-mass” —everything
has form
but this.
Like something caught in the corner
of the eye—if you
fix your gaze
it vanishes, like the Pleiades.
And there are hollow stones (crow stones)
that rise from the infra-mass
so that it seems
to seem
a definite ground to all
our jagged sculptedness.
♦
Theory of vestments and investitures:
being
without a nature
covered
by points.
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The blandishments of wildness and hair
growing from the fat lady’s belly.
She is buried
under the pavement and when she heaves
the city undergoes
permutations of its ethnic hegemony.
♦
There is no authority
to the wilderness;
its utterance
cannot be affirmed;
therefore: no retrenchment
is feasible.
♦
Did the odor of the damaged
septic system
change
to that of the wafting of blossoms when
your concentration deepened on your breath
and the infra-matter
whose nature is as subtle as the color of the sky
confirmed itself--
[that’s a question!]?
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Mind’s filaments
the veins and runnels underminding speech
speech under gesture
gesture ruling the bodily
“the rush of immediate transition”
white water
on which
intelligence
steadies itself
discovers itself
without haste—
no budging no adjustment
no urgency
but the unimpeded urgency
of sustaining
an intractable mobility
without act
or designation
articulate
in the interwork . . .
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