Monday, October 17, 2011

poems || Felino A. Soriano




Analyzed Depictions 18

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.”
Robert Lynd

(In contemplation of Marion Rose’s painting Lone Raven)



Or watch

from window of an antiquated angle, shadow-mold hearsay conducting reverence
or
wisdom from escalated vibrations causation in circumference of

designated error.


Analyzed Depictions 19

“The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself.”
Bertrand Russell



Arranged

oval, radial premise of skin-stalled texture
relaying orange-brown collocated empathy

extracted.
Of
minor struggle the
philosopher explains into examinational forays

trust from or with
valiant immobilization
allows
cultural friction upon delivering delineation’s
motive to increase stilled fractions of the stone’s whole

illusory rumination.


Analyzed Depictions 20

“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.”
Rainer Maria Rilke



Within language
the
syllables become as do children’s blocks
elaborate upon geometric meaning
angled though
salvation varies into incorporated
halos’
variant modality of italicized devotion. Outside

pastel carriers frequent scented meanings. Inside the
child alters mention of the poems’ primitive collaboration: sound similar
multiple wings of the fluttering example
pecking into kiss the red red blossom leaning into window’s
unexpected clarity.


Analyzed Depictions 21

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”
Frida Kahlo



Opinion of analytical dimension, broken this
spine of foundational splay
sporadic
confinement displaced curvature of
stringed
momentum, serenade rhythm (of a silhouetted fathom, thin, silver, unshadow, however)

I designed by nurturing
with
multiple examples
who’ve awoken with thorns into wilted breathing we’re two-collocated
versions of the mirror’s misleading dissertation.


Analyzed Depictions 22

“Everything's fine today, that is our illusion.”
Voltaire



An abbreviated death awaits
rectangular reason upon the ball of thought to coerce exit, inexistent.

Today I have halved my warnings
escalating
anxiety beyond realm of medical classification. Skin
to skin of material’s modular instances, burn
then succeed in the dryness of heal’s
articulating wedge.

Formulations guide as if gilded (faith-called collaboration of collocated earnings)
and the method of this slightest moment
created biased knowledge and designated
worry, wearing the brightened exhale of
death’s awkward cease sans
serenade of voice and flesh.

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