A visit from you is water cool in the cup: The water
With the cup: The hand that holds the cup. On days
I had no cup I would hold out my hands to give
You water that was cool. On days we have no water
Make your hands into a flower: I will call out for water
A visit from you is such cool water in the cup
after Lavínia Saad
the snow:
after all these years it makes me stranger than
water:
water is only warm snow so i'm mostly snow and even stranger still:
an egg:
an egg is a little death rewound all the way and in it: the snow of
life
a thirst:
i lost my water to tears and the doctor said drink up: i ate snow and
a tear:
a tear is a loss: and the return of salt to the earth so then
salt: salt
is what we spread to melt the pavement from the ice
after all these years it makes me stranger than
water:
water is only warm snow so i'm mostly snow and even stranger still:
an egg:
an egg is a little death rewound all the way and in it: the snow of
life
a thirst:
i lost my water to tears and the doctor said drink up: i ate snow and
a tear:
a tear is a loss: and the return of salt to the earth so then
salt: salt
is what we spread to melt the pavement from the ice
after Joao Cabral do Melo Neto
One lonely cock can not spin out the daylight: He needs the others: One
To toss out a cock-a-doodle-doo and one to catch it: And then another cock
To launch another cock-a-doo and yet another cock to toss it on: Then even
More cocks so that when all the cocks combine to squawk and toss their
Cries they cross and cross the fibers of the Sun: And so the day is woven
And when this web pulls tight into a cloth
The day will pitch a tent where all can enter:
Erect a shelter for them all: A tent without a spine:
And so the day is spun from such a wool
As floats in air: And here it is: A ball of light
To toss out a cock-a-doodle-doo and one to catch it: And then another cock
To launch another cock-a-doo and yet another cock to toss it on: Then even
More cocks so that when all the cocks combine to squawk and toss their
Cries they cross and cross the fibers of the Sun: And so the day is woven
And when this web pulls tight into a cloth
The day will pitch a tent where all can enter:
Erect a shelter for them all: A tent without a spine:
And so the day is spun from such a wool
As floats in air: And here it is: A ball of light
after Joao Cabral do Melo Neto
education by stone: lesson one. to learn from the stone you must visit the stone and steal
her voice. each class starts with pronunciation. then ethics: a cold resistance against
anything that flows. then poetry: firm and meaty. and home economics: a trash compactor. these are
the lessons of the stone. a speechless prayerbook for whosoever can mouthe them out
and here is another education: in the flatlands
(which were inside out before they were ever taught)
in the flatlands the stones don't know how to teach
(and if they did there would be nothing left to teach)
so you don't learn from the stones there. there a stone
is just a stone. birthstone. corundum. bixbite. air
her voice. each class starts with pronunciation. then ethics: a cold resistance against
anything that flows. then poetry: firm and meaty. and home economics: a trash compactor. these are
the lessons of the stone. a speechless prayerbook for whosoever can mouthe them out
and here is another education: in the flatlands
(which were inside out before they were ever taught)
in the flatlands the stones don't know how to teach
(and if they did there would be nothing left to teach)
so you don't learn from the stones there. there a stone
is just a stone. birthstone. corundum. bixbite. air
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