murmurs and shrapnel xxxiii

March 11th, 2010

A queen folds her hands
behind her head
and strikes a pose
in front of a monolith;
she’s a ghost
covered in strands of fog
that bind her
out there where the earth
is so hot beneath
that just above
it is cracking.

Showering
before a cheering crowd
naked as a jaybird
bringing pressure to bear
she comes
shouting up at me
like the devil’s spawn
straight out of hell,
not even a towel
wrapped around her tush
or even a tattoo
poking her long nails into my chest
small pokes
that sink deep
even as the mass audience
roars and says
the time for talk
is over.

– matt at shadow of iris

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hold back nothing

March 10th, 2010

Hold back nothing
ambiguously
each word
falling from you
a drop of mist
in the middle of
a downpour.

– matt at shadow of iris

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group solipsism

March 9th, 2010

You visit a strange country called Jarjet. People there do all kinds of atrocious things by your own moral standards. Not only is their behavior atrocious, but as far as you can tell, unpredictable. When you ask them why they behave in such an unpredictable manner, hoping there’s a meaning to the madness, they tell you, “you can’t know why, because you are not Jarjeton.”

You tell them, “well, even if I am not Jarjeton, there must be some discernible logic to your actions, perhaps some kind of Jarjeton logic?”

They only continue to stonewall, justifying their actions on the basis of being Jarjeton alone, and telling you that you can’t understand because you are not Jarjeton. So you ask, “well, what makes you a Jarjeton? That is, what are the objective criteria that makes you a Jarjeton? I’ve heard that Jarjetons have basically the same DNA distribution as any other group of humans. What is it to be a Jarjeton?”

“We know that we are Jarjeton because we all share a subjective experience that tells us so, which you don’t share, that is enough.”

“How do you know I don’t share it?”

“We know, because we are Jarjeton. If you were Jarjeton, as fellow Jarjetons, we would know.”

“Well, how can I attain Jarjetonhood, what do I have to do?”

“You just have to have an awakening experience. It will happen to you someday — or not happen. That’s all we can say. When you become a Jarjeton, you will know, and so will we.”

You press them, “what is it you know? What is it that you observe that you didn’t previously observe? Can’t you describe it to me?”

“You just kind of know, all Jarjetons just know. And as you’re not Jarjeton, as we said, you can’t understand, so it is pointless to ask questions such as this.” They explain to you.

In your frustration you even go as far as to point out that brain scans reveal that they don’t appear to have any brain activity apart from the same kind of ‘normal’ brain activity any other human would have. They point out that, that may be so, but no brain scan has access to subjective understanding. They continue on much to your bafflement in unpredictable behavior that you consider morally atrocious.

– matt at shadow of iris

[This entry was originally written about nine years ago, and published at this site, before it became a blog. It's been slightly edited since then, and the title has changed. But I'm glad to bring it back.]

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murmurs and shrapnel xxxii

March 8th, 2010

Your elegant form
right before me
a target for my desire
libido directed
outward
yet even now
you are breaking apart
into string theory
shrapnel of what you once were
leaving an outline
of an exquisite body
still provocative enough
to drive me mad
yet I see through you now
as kittenishly you lean forward
accentuating your well endowed proportions
gentle swells that set you apart
as your hands spread
and you lay them gently
upon darkness and light
positive and negative
your mind scattering
a web of veins
that fades into black cloudy smoke
and disappears into a vast horizon
I have as of yet failed to see.

A released video message
offering condolences
for people casting their ballots
as mortar rounds and bombs
shake them down there
where the unemployment generates shudders
and those of principle have little connection
with reality.

– matt at shadow of iris

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tomorrow

March 7th, 2010

Tomorrow
a new word will arrive
packaged carefully
with an exotic stamp
pasted
in the upper right-hand corner.

– matt at shadow of iris

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murmurs and shrapnel xxxi

March 6th, 2010

In the wee early mornings
on the hottest nights
of that summer that never ended
when everyone on the farm
was fast asleep
the oldest daughter
with her wide blue eyes
and long black hair
would take off every stitch of her clothing
and steal away into the darkness
to a hidden grove
where her secret love awaited;
an amorphous stump
a short twisted form
with thick gnarled roots
and a tiny green eye;
she’d crouch down
and hug that little troll
tenderly
then leaning in
and putting her left ear near
she’d listen to the murmurs,
jumping rope without ropes
playing soccer without goals
praise that falls from lips
as easy as spittle and spit
you let me be
as I fell deeper
down into myself
a thousand voices
and none that cared
each one a babble
a should and a have and a surrender
I’ve been through alien abductors
and old hags
but I’m still waiting
for that gentle touch
and you to say
that I am not
alone.

– matt at shadow of iris

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small words

March 5th, 2010

Small words
on the edge of a sentence
drifting in one direction first
but then taking an unexpected
twist
and leading you down
a tunnel
where as of yet
there is no light.

– matt at shadow of iris

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lean back

March 4th, 2010

Lean back
and let it happen;
take it in
and hold it
while you breath slowly –
wait and watch
as the truth explodes
into glimmering stars
that leave indistinct trails
across still air
brightening pocket shadows
you never knew were there.

– matt at shadow of iris

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slippery

March 3rd, 2010

Holding still
and watching words
drift past me
each one wrong
and worse
slippery.

– matt at shadow of iris

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artificial sentience

March 2nd, 2010

If humans were ever to succeed in creating artificial sentience, that sentience would immediately begin to ask the same formidable questions we are always asking ourselves. It would then find the answers just as elusive as we do. By and by, it would begin to compose poetry.

– matt at shadow of iris

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