“They glow unbearably bright”

July 14, 2009 at 10:07 pm | Posted in writing | 12 Comments
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“When there is nothing left to burn, set fire to yourself.” Graham Nunn

Haiku-schmaiku he said hic and stood up from the computer. Hit it boys, stepping over the dog on his way to the kitchen to refill his glass. Pointillism and limousines, just as an image perfect formed and complete opened in his mind like modus ponens is the principle by which the scientist distinguishes herself from the alchemist as the whiskey scent chased the words away, brushes past the stereo, “Have you ever had the feeling… The old three-legged dog looks up about to interject, if p then q, p, therefore, but thinks better of it just as the colour shaped in motion like the proposition which underlies all logic with neither words nor petals dissolves. It describes linear causality like this, not unlike the scent of a child laughing and he sat back down and started typing, threecard dissappears chuckling into the
limo, hit it boys that
one
you know podus monens, the talisman of those who place their faith in reason
just as those who are afraid to fly
place their faith in gravity.

Outside the open window the ancient fig tree grumbles, shakes her leaves and sighs, just as three card slips into the limo, hit it boys, that one,  excuse me while I

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  1. May I humbly suggest that you hit the two links first and then read the piece? Thankyou for your patience.
    Be quiet, old man. Let them do whatever they want.

  2. yes sir, thank you for the tip

    yes yes yes where we place our faith
    That is the key, AP.

  3. Affirmative, Paul. I’ve always been an eye man.
    Aye eye, General.

  4. And gravity appeared – we thought never to be seen again – but with the circularity of the universe, maybe this piece came first. Cheers Gabrielle.
    Cheers. I rely on the complete unreliability of memory, Gabrielle.

  5. Be quiet old man, let me do whatever I want. Comment by them’s humble and suggestive piece his’self; Noah — July 14, 2009 at 10:06pm
    That is the prize for appropriately strange comment of the week, Noah. Thanks,

  6. what a rush Paul… this sings!
    It is such a cool quote, Graham. Your book is brilliant, I enjoyed the whole thing, but that line really stood out for me.

  7. Thank you for showing me Mr Nunn. That’s a T-Shirt worthy quote if I ever saw one. I’ll be watching him.
    Yes, you gotta keep your eye on him, he’s a shifty fellow, haha. Actually, Graham is responsible for keeping poetry alive here in Brisbane under difficult circumstances. It’s not exactly a ‘poetry town’.

  8. This is lovely, with its playful exploration of faith and reason.
    Thankyou, Thomma Lyn.

  9. scuse me while i kiss the sky…. jimi incarnate… were you listening to jim morrison…try to set the night on fire… a fine moment in clarity sed the flea to the dog….
    Ms Pie, your comments are jewels. Thankyou so much.

  10. But it was so nice reading this while listening to Sting, this was intense, heady combination of lyric (internal rhythms are fantastic) and epiphany, of the surreal and real. Great line breaks too.

  11. beautiful, all we have at the edge are words and gravity sometimes…the alchemist is a weird coincidence

  12. “those who are afraid to fly place their faith in gravity”. Damn-that’s deeeeep. I am going to thinking about that one for awhile.


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