Flopping with the wind
to tremendous effect
a kite losing distinction
falling
I still think of you
I still think of you
lost to me forever
I still think of you
riffling through my brain
repetitions of stimulus words
perseveration
lack of inhibition
voluptuous thoughts
fill me
’cause you are here
frozen in time
panicked
looking for a place to hide
in the middle of a field
full of you
space of my enemy
I’ll reach out and touch you
a small gentle touch
warm, soft, lasting
but dispassionate
the connection severed
leaving
no solace for a lonely world
speech confusion
ideation floundering
the directing idea
gone
violent excitements over nothing
parade around me
we must ask
where the ordinary crosses over
to the unordinary
I’d grab you
hold you near
but you’d scream
bloody Mary
and the world would shatter around us
brilliant shards of glass
sparkling
associative clauses
small nothings leading
to violent excitements
absolutely incongruous to you
absolute darkness
batty, hell’s bat
coming down from up on that cliff
flames in his after flow
he’ll rip me into shreds
and leave me with nothing
but the fading thought
of that brief touch
I stole from you.
– Kasper Tannen
batty, hell’s bat
coming down from up on that cliff
flames in his after flow
he’ll rip me into shreds
and leave me with nothing
but the fading thought
of that brief touch
I stole from you.
…mysterious and powerful…
Thank you Matt
I looked at the site and see what you mean. I love it when steadfastness of characters, sweetness of temperament and a beautiful attitude to life as well as loving service; leave a mark on things. Beauty, for me, is harmony and where pain leave some people bitter in appearance, others use the pain to become stronger and sweeter. I prefer looking for examples of people and things that have used the pains and problems in life to grow stronger and more beautiful, that is more harmonious, more loving, more understanding, more appealing, in whatever way. May I assume that you create poems like nature create objects, you follow your instinct and set your mind free to play and then observe the effect afterwards? – And thank you again for these pointers.
Kind regards, Agent Snowflake.
A book that really made a huge impact on me, as it helped me understand my own feelings in this regards, was a small little book called “Wabi-Sabi: for Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers”
You can read about it here:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1880656124
for “artists and designers”, December 27, 2001
By W. Todd Dominey (Decatur, GA United States) – See all my reviews
As a graphic designer, I was very intrigued by the title of this book, and the philosophies contained inside, so I decided to give the book a shot. This is the type of book you blaze through in about 30 minutes, but will most likely want to keep for a lifetime as inspiration. Reason? Because there simply isn’t another book of it’s tone or mission.
The essence of Wabi-Sabi is that true beauty, whether it comes from an object, architecture or visual art, doesn’t reveal itself until the winds of time have had their say. A cracked pot, for example, has an essence that a perfectly round pot is lacking. Beauty is in the cracks, the worn spots, and the imperfect lines.
As a graphic designer, Wabi-Sabi is the antithesis of what I pursue every day — perfection in my typography, layout, tight invisible Swiss inspired gridlines, etc. Mathematical symmetry is an unshakeable mission for many in my profession, and the ancient philosophies of Wabi-Sabi rip a hole in the side of it.
I enjoy owning the book as a reminder that nothing in life, or design, is perfect. The very essence of life, work, art and nature is free of right angles, and chaos reigns supreme.
“May I assume that you create poems like nature create objects, you follow your instinct and set your mind free to play and then observe the effect afterwards?”
I can’t argue with that!