Ask a Provocative Question- but no philosphy, dig? Or were you doing something else seriously? What would there otherwise be sans keeping us guessing? Curiosity: not something to lack, just a refusal to implement, momemt? This ought to be a call to action! No, philosophy is all, so stop doing the wiggleworm will you?

A wise fool said: attune yourself. accept the situation, show you're willing to journey on, paved, straight, vehicle steers/shifts itself. if you wait. Still, so mad, unpredictable and ridiculous, we've traveled in actual circles! Must stay curious, philosophical, seriously unserious. Do you ever even -- even ever, know... or want to know what I mean?

Rob Schackne #7 - Love Close

Love Close

I used to believe my body

was a traitor, it had betrayed
my orders to live forever

pieces have gone missing
in a temple full of dirty coins
and now the smell is old

was there sanctity in decay
might I yet turn it, to serve
energies that still remain

ah I didn’t recognise it before
body, my body thought differently
and where it went I followed

Thanks Kit from Dave Hill

Appreciate this expression avenue you've provided. Just retired in Macau after 39 years in and around int'l college teaching, did Creative Writing with Levine, Everwine and Co. in Fresno late 80's, born/raised among Yoruba in Africa. Here's a pic and a poem. Dave Hill

IF YOU'RE LIKE ME Well.. you are and you aren’t. Example, don’t you paint poetry while I scrawl in Couplets on canvas? You’re warbling birdsome lyrics; I tug the taut wirelets of a damned GranDaddy Short Leg net. Speaking of measuring up, We’re both caught up in this quest among cobwebs Doing something with nothing Doing nothing with about everything Or would we have anything to do... With Each Other?

Rob Schackne #6 - Home Before Daylight

Home Before Daylight

Fallen, whether failure or loss

the centre never held, now
that your name is invisible
the numbers are many—

dirty jackets, unscrubbed faces
getting home before daylight
sunflowers without any sun
screaming at what isn't there

watching the short ride
fast approach the ground—
good that you have company
good the dark one's not interested

CALL IT -THING (L'appeler -chose)

 

After a drawing by Anny Pelouze which title is 

         « Eclats de temps »  ( splinters of time)

 

 

            Call it -thing 

 

Before there was any thing

there must have been some thing.

It might have been a mere only thing

 an essential thing

not a whatever thing

 

Some call it Motion

others call it Energy     … Love    …   God …

 

I will name it Wind.

Made of so many fluctuations it shapes an entire universe

with its so many vortices   whirlpools    

ending up with Wind as Mind

which allows me to become co-creator

of my living something.

Inward the fire winds and minds feed

inside what is called my body.

 

            L‘appeler    - chose

 

Avant que toute chose soit

il doit y avoir eu quelque chose.

Peut-être une simple et unique chose

une chose essentielle

pas n’importe quelle chose

 

Certains l’appellent Mouvement

d’autres l’appellent Energie    … Amour    …     Dieu …

 

Je le nommerai Vent

fait de tant de fluctuations qu’il compose un univers entier

avec ses nombreux vortex    tourbillons

qui finissent à partir du Vent à forger un Ment(al)

et je deviens cocréateur

de mon quelque chose vivant.

Dans son intime le feu que vents et mentaux nourrissent

à l’intérieur de ce qui est appelé mon corps

 

 Newry State Forest, 31 March

‘Destruction of world’s forests increased sharply in 2020’. The Guardian, 31.3.2021

‘simply squint/ till words do as bid.’ Kit Kelen 

Checking GIS coordinates, but which coupe?  

In search for the endangered Scrub Turpentine 

and the Native Guava shrub, bush bashing

just find a cicada casing with a Lantana floret.

Neanderthals took care of the sick and the dead, 

pollen clusters of different species of flowers 

seed a grave in Shanidar cave, Iraqi Kurdistan. 

They knew Mother Nature invoked passionately 

by D on the forestry track, working to save us all.  

The late afternoon sun is a brilliant sea urchin

spiking like a virus or the Greek sun god Helios 

shown with rays shooting from his head, no -

more exactly starbursts, an optical diffraction 

light shredded by the blades of a small aperture.

The trees like vertical slatted blinds procure privacy 

for the sun-drenched distant hills. I can see the sea,

my legs are bleeding, a flock of Yellow-tailed

Black Cockatoos are crying in the lazy distance.