Monday, October 2, 2017
Jambing Jam Jive
Jam of the berries, plums,
and sums of water, sweetness,
concoction. Jamb of a door,
a line, or a vine propelling
itself gradually toward
a window sill: vegetative
will. Jamb of the saying
when English meets French,
leaving you singing
the time-and-place blues
on a bench. Jam of aggression,
reckless and crude, forcing
parts to fit into
what's falsely trued.
hans ostrom 2017
and sums of water, sweetness,
concoction. Jamb of a door,
a line, or a vine propelling
itself gradually toward
a window sill: vegetative
will. Jamb of the saying
when English meets French,
leaving you singing
the time-and-place blues
on a bench. Jam of aggression,
reckless and crude, forcing
parts to fit into
what's falsely trued.
hans ostrom 2017
The Vast Hall
Another group has rented
the vast hall here. We must leave.
We didn't know this day would come.
We knew a day would.
Yes, of course I'm confused
and afraid, as if I'd been hollowed
out and panic had been poured in.
I'm also greedy for more time
in this grand space. That's so small
of me. A door will open,
and a door will close. The simplicity
of it is appalling.
hans ostrom2017
the vast hall here. We must leave.
We didn't know this day would come.
We knew a day would.
Yes, of course I'm confused
and afraid, as if I'd been hollowed
out and panic had been poured in.
I'm also greedy for more time
in this grand space. That's so small
of me. A door will open,
and a door will close. The simplicity
of it is appalling.
hans ostrom2017
Sunday, October 1, 2017
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
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