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i am bleeding today and tired
up too early before the sun
a flood in the house & now
opening presence
and bleeding a sole;
perfume is art
& because it’s christmas
the only ting
mattering is art
joy is everywhere but no peace
thank you, thank you for such new blood
nothing & not-ing bleed dark soul red
no room for remainder the vision instead
wheres petaled petticoated trailings, a tale in absence
re-visions
the waken set’s sole leak*
scents green and phantom senses punctuate i sans t
where the late year’s beauties
in scanner arts
where away the anti thing worn
in the wan-ting version –an h-space
the
ting of not-ing
wear tin & tired as bits bloodied ting
the undone done; the un said, don unsad
bring goodness new to
unentitled giftedness
pull & press the want in the din skin wearing away the h
it leaves the rough beast
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*Note: An ideal for Lakota people concerning children and their upbringing is grounded in Lakota language where the word for children is wakanyeja and where “waken” means “sacred.” Just as nurtured children are considered sacred in having just arrived from the spiritual realm, so too an artistic creation newly arrived from nowhere. Likewise then, the image-making function of psyche is waken.
**more scanner art poetry by ric williams
...Marquis D’un Sa(i)d, “Every ting leaks!” |
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