'ku 3/10/2017

beyond the cemetery walls - a dog’s squeaky toy

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beneath giraffe wool surgery plays a ladybug the third act finds the ghosts of summer gone to seed

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 Mark Rothko - Emerald Bay  

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relative to seven triangles & a day moon I long to be somebody’s uncle from chicago

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Yves Tanguy. La Grue des Sables. 1946

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just above

the sound of a river

a robin’s call

from the fifth edition of 'the cherita : your storybook journal'

the ghost’s stutter

causes
leaves to fall

beyond the river’s bend
a magpie
flies straight

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willow herbs in seed

I find a new faith
in ghosts

forgotten melodies
roll out
an endless sky

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From the fifth edition of the cherita : your storybook journal

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Unichi Hiratsuka. Megane Bridge. 1935

'ku

autumn breeze
the coffee
still too hot

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battle weary

the millionaires
of convex combinations

loaned bedpans
producing hallucinations
of lonely dachshunds

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death has left me behind - autumn dusk
Issa (own translation)

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beech nuts and blackberries

Today we visited Linn Park. The air was mild & full of autumnal mist. I picked some beech nuts and ate them w/ blackberries. Wild grazing is possibly the most dignified way to eat.

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Some 'ku from yesterday:

below the corpse

a mackerel

prays for rain

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offering an oak

a hillside

herb trousers

ku

tank gods woo
a hunchback -
tubular jesus

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bruschetta idolatry
I wish upon
a turban squash

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new socks
- we escape
wearing soil

'ku

autumn equinox
the last light of summer
caught in the yew’s berries

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slow dusk
the water’s surface
takes a vacation

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autumn equinox
I ask a fisherman
about the salmon

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the clouds 

become architecture

a dream

falls into

a big nothing

Impulse to Knowledge

Watching the apple trees along the banks of the white cart I become a roast chicken and hang there with last years leaves and the odd rotten apple. In this I am tree, leaf, rotting sticky piss, puss bugged apple and a half a goddamn roast chicken upright ape hybrid. Chuck chuck. Oh me and those opposable thumbs.

The sperm leaves the blossom real fast. At the same time it becomes a foetus it makes a sandwich. No pickle, please. Chuck chuck. Eventually, with no condiments, I move beyond the becoming of this or that and even that. Now perched, whole heartedly, on the cog we named the ‘impulse to knowledge’.

facing the wrong way a daffodil

Sources:

Nietzsche. Beyond Good and evil. Chp1:6

Jordan B Peterson. 45 minutes on a single paragraph of Nietzsche's Beyond Good & Evil