Saturday, September 30, 2017
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Becausing
because we say because
we try to know why,
to isolate a correlate,
shun ones we see
to be against our picture
frame of the world,
the notion of the world
itself a frame,
an abstracted concrete
rain-blur in the brain,
neurologically produced.
loosed,
we speculate, and early we
decide before
we know because we need
to say because.
hans ostrom
we try to know why,
to isolate a correlate,
shun ones we see
to be against our picture
frame of the world,
the notion of the world
itself a frame,
an abstracted concrete
rain-blur in the brain,
neurologically produced.
loosed,
we speculate, and early we
decide before
we know because we need
to say because.
hans ostrom
Monday, September 25, 2017
Smug Shadow
When I was young, I didn't take
my shadow for granted much.
I looked for and at it. My preference
was that version roughly
proportional to my body. I felt
ludicrous when I saw the one
where my torso disappeared
and my legs grew to meet
my neck. I hardly ever look
at my shadow now. It just
never seemed to develop
into a major innovative
displacement of light. And
honestly, I'm tired of carrying
it around. At the same time:
no shadow, no me. It is
a kind of proof. Believe me,
my shadow's quite aware
that it's indispensable to my being.
It's a smug, insubstantial thing.
hans ostrom 2017
my shadow for granted much.
I looked for and at it. My preference
was that version roughly
proportional to my body. I felt
ludicrous when I saw the one
where my torso disappeared
and my legs grew to meet
my neck. I hardly ever look
at my shadow now. It just
never seemed to develop
into a major innovative
displacement of light. And
honestly, I'm tired of carrying
it around. At the same time:
no shadow, no me. It is
a kind of proof. Believe me,
my shadow's quite aware
that it's indispensable to my being.
It's a smug, insubstantial thing.
hans ostrom 2017
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Friday, September 22, 2017
Anti-social non-media
holds promise. It might look like
sitting alone, phoneless and thinking,
which at least allows you
to imagine a country that has unfriended
racism, faved equity, pinned
knowledge, twanked twaddle
into truth, and stopped following.
As the media are mainly
a village of the damned celebrities,
it may be wise sometimes
to reduce the status of the spectacle
to that of an evening gnat that
passes by your eyes and ears-
a momentary minor whine.
hans ostrom 2017
sitting alone, phoneless and thinking,
which at least allows you
to imagine a country that has unfriended
racism, faved equity, pinned
knowledge, twanked twaddle
into truth, and stopped following.
As the media are mainly
a village of the damned celebrities,
it may be wise sometimes
to reduce the status of the spectacle
to that of an evening gnat that
passes by your eyes and ears-
a momentary minor whine.
hans ostrom 2017
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Monachopsis
You feel you've had
to try to fit
yourself into groups
and systems
like a hand-made part
in mass-produced machinery.
You know other people
must feel this too,
except there seems to be
less friction for
most of them, more
gliding function.
You play at envying
them to pretend
to chastise yourself.
You always think
you can be better
at joining. Yeah,
you think that.
Indeed you've archived
the many instances
of your desire to fit in,
and using "indeed" in
sentences is one of them.
You assemble conscise
internal reports
that tell of irascibility
and insufficiently
feigned adherence
to the contours of authority.
That is, times when
you were a pain in the ass,
when you wouldn't
knuckle under but
could have easily.
Should have? You
ask that now!
Down there in
dark, dank storage,
you feel judged
even by the rude
shelves and weary
boxes of your making.
Don't panic. Go upstairs
where the others are.
Mind your manners
and your mannerisms.
Chat and listen. Note
the desire to be somewhere
else but do not
act on it. The gathering
will dissolve soon
enough/not soon enough:
what's the difference?
The difference is you.
hans ostrom 2017
to try to fit
yourself into groups
and systems
like a hand-made part
in mass-produced machinery.
You know other people
must feel this too,
except there seems to be
less friction for
most of them, more
gliding function.
You play at envying
them to pretend
to chastise yourself.
You always think
you can be better
at joining. Yeah,
you think that.
Indeed you've archived
the many instances
of your desire to fit in,
and using "indeed" in
sentences is one of them.
You assemble conscise
internal reports
that tell of irascibility
and insufficiently
feigned adherence
to the contours of authority.
That is, times when
you were a pain in the ass,
when you wouldn't
knuckle under but
could have easily.
Should have? You
ask that now!
Down there in
dark, dank storage,
you feel judged
even by the rude
shelves and weary
boxes of your making.
Don't panic. Go upstairs
where the others are.
Mind your manners
and your mannerisms.
Chat and listen. Note
the desire to be somewhere
else but do not
act on it. The gathering
will dissolve soon
enough/not soon enough:
what's the difference?
The difference is you.
hans ostrom 2017
Party of One
A frost has settled on her smile.
Her words are crisp and cold.
You suspect she never dances,
and that's what you've been told.
You do not want to know her,
although her ways intrigue you.
Your you would not fit hers.
Her disdain would make you blue.
Think of all the times you tried
to get along, accommodate.
They were you've learned a waste of time,
like talking to an iron gate.
Maybe in fact you've lowered
your level of sociability
and must sanguinely admit
alone's good company.
hans ostrom 2017
Her words are crisp and cold.
You suspect she never dances,
and that's what you've been told.
You do not want to know her,
although her ways intrigue you.
Your you would not fit hers.
Her disdain would make you blue.
Think of all the times you tried
to get along, accommodate.
They were you've learned a waste of time,
like talking to an iron gate.
Maybe in fact you've lowered
your level of sociability
and must sanguinely admit
alone's good company.
hans ostrom 2017
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Nymphs
Well, that's a gnarled word. Six consonants
invite tongue, teeth, larynx, lips, and roof
of mouth to a pronunciation party. Awkward!
Now, about those wood nymphs. I've invested
much time-capital in the woods, which
are always a going concern. I earned
a nymph-sighting. You'd think so, anyway.
But, no. Just squirrels, rattlesnakes, deer . . . .
And then: nymphomaniac. That got flung
around last century. It seemed to have
expressed either male fantasies of a pulp-
fiction kind or pseudo-scientific, puritanical
indictments of women who had sex, if
they did, but that was their business,
so what the hell? One ministry
of fishing flies goes by the nymph name,
meant to mimic gnats, mosquitoes, and other
tiny hatchers. You unhook the nymph
from the caught trout, and before you release
the fish back into flow, you think you know
what that frowning face suggests:
Is this sport-fishing really necessary?
That's the problem with mythology. Sooner
or later, it disappoints everybody, among others.
hans ostrom 2017
invite tongue, teeth, larynx, lips, and roof
of mouth to a pronunciation party. Awkward!
Now, about those wood nymphs. I've invested
much time-capital in the woods, which
are always a going concern. I earned
a nymph-sighting. You'd think so, anyway.
But, no. Just squirrels, rattlesnakes, deer . . . .
And then: nymphomaniac. That got flung
around last century. It seemed to have
expressed either male fantasies of a pulp-
fiction kind or pseudo-scientific, puritanical
indictments of women who had sex, if
they did, but that was their business,
so what the hell? One ministry
of fishing flies goes by the nymph name,
meant to mimic gnats, mosquitoes, and other
tiny hatchers. You unhook the nymph
from the caught trout, and before you release
the fish back into flow, you think you know
what that frowning face suggests:
Is this sport-fishing really necessary?
That's the problem with mythology. Sooner
or later, it disappoints everybody, among others.
hans ostrom 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
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