Various Tessellations 10
—after Robert Glasper Trio’s Mood
Apparent remorse
the
spinning language of octagonal connections,
syllables etch into
sporadic fulfillment
answering collector’s modulations and
emotional friction of spatial recompense.
Various Tessellations 11
—after Wassily Kandinsky’s painting, Composition VII
Occupied space, the inexorable
inversion (comparable oracle of desolate disbelief (comprehended, Socrates))
funneled versions
too, of
nonsensical pathways jammed into
disregarded fathoms’ self-portrait denial of
syncopated heirlooms left of dust-etched fingering histories
whose hammering, helix remorse (inversion echo)
sought demeanor though damaged unconditional
surrendered vacuum of solid pretense, afterward of logical faith
portends then
soil into hygienic altering of the hands’
division of forthcoming architectural synonyms.
Various Tessellations 12
—after the moment I interpreted sound
Music, though unyet dimension.
Callus
into mind the
sojourn altercation immanent dialectic twisting gnarls of
relayed inconvenience:
questioned personal
qualitative persuasion
such force then softened removal of opacity’s clever constant covering of
the mind’s allegorical disposition. My
rusted feet began their
swollen happiness.
Merged.
Slices of crossed hallways, eliminating illuminations of the
others’ vocal definitions of
articulated callowness. Subjects identify relocated habits.
Visions.
Bridged improvisations, burdened empirical newness
now and
nuanced renditions of vocalizing entities crisscrossing momentum of gradated
affirmations, squared.
Various Tessellations 13
—after Duane Locke’s poem, SOUTH WIND
Interior fear composing
heretic
composure of nihilistic virtues,
compound modulations
sway
sing
endeavor
trilogy of saxophone’s battling
personas:
rhythmic interpretations of
stylized self against
silent chambers
containing unyet interiors of decorated mirrors.
Various Tessellations 14
—after Friedrich Nietzsche’s quote: “I do not know how to draw any distinction between tears and music.”
Fortune the
inherited realism of bountiful resuscitation. A burial of branded fulcrums
isolate swivels amid accurate depictions:
of the hand
the hand of needing momentum to
aggregate freshened soil of time’s
succinct diversions
cultural dependencies
sedentary abstractions
cultivating pluralized synonyms and
mobile readability the
persuasion insists, depicts.
Sadness, nor the positional curtails of rhythmic misery
supposed in the fabric of skeletal composure
does personal compartments of
vocalized inheritance of musical
incarnation.
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
poems || Felino A. Soriano
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