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  • a limit to matter—go past it


    “There’s a limit to mind,” you say,
    “a limit to matter—go past it,
    then you’ll see.”

    Ghost (or: Anatta 1), Kareem James Abu-Zeid

  • AG2016_1030404a or leave me not alone


    O poetry, visit this house often,
    imbue my life with success,
    leave me not alone,
    give me a wife and home.

    Take this curse off
    of early death and drugs,
    make me a friend among peers,
    lend me love, and timeliness.

    Return me to the men who teach
    and above all, cure the
    hurts of wanting the impossible
    through this suspended vacuum.

    Supplication, John Wieners

  • fed anew by its fires to return


    Sustained by poetry, fed anew
    by its fires to return from madness,
    the void does not beckon as it used to.

    Littered with syllables, the road does not loom
    as a chasm
    . The hand of strangers on other
    doors does not hurt, the breath of gods

    does not desert, but looms large
    as a dream, a prairie within our dream,
    to which we return, when we need to.

    Oh blessed plain, oh pointed chasm.

    II Alone, John Wieners

  • AG2026_1211213a or avoiding damage


    Contrary, besieged, my self
    makes me its accomplice.
    I owe him, my mandatory proxy,
    a borrowed happenstance,
    a philosophy in place of me.
    Welcome, difficult neighbor,
    the patient, dying, announces,
    for he is my neighbor, who
    assigns the me in me eaten away.
    Such is the new future no present
    remembers
    : the fall of the regular
    fall of the beat—the disaster
    again. Speaking, we cause it
    to appear, the gentlest want,
    the same word crushed, feverish.

    The disaster is beyond the pale.
    Improper disaster, what have you
    done? God no longer the neighbor
    in this night spared. It is dark, disaster.
    What a long way there is to go.

    Turned Back the Disaster Comes Back, Lisa Olstein


    Slow, careful, focused. Avoiding damage.

    James S. A. Corey, Tiamat’s Wrath (The Expanse Book 8)
  • AG2026_1211186a or where I’m going only because


    It’s complicated, my relationship status

    with progress. I often prefer

    the “before” picture. The future

    is where I’m going only because

    I have no choice, because time

    moves in one direction, …

    The Before Picture, Maggie Smith

  • AG2025_1189710a or marooned … imagines anything


    A man marooned
    No longer looks for ships, imagines
    Anything on the horizon.

    Myself I Sing, George Oppen


    In holiday clothing out of the great darkness by Clarice Jensen, 2025.

  • AG2026_1167246a or solve the problem of combining generosity with cunning


    Merve Emre on Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, via some biographies and Walter Benjamin.


    Goethe’s great tragedy, “Faust: The First Part,” was published that year. Faust, a thwarted scholar, is desperate to know “what it is that holds the world together” and to personally experience “all that is given to humanity, total humanity, to experience.” The demonic Mephistopheles appears in the absurd form of a yapping black poodle and grants Faust his wish. But, before he does, he pretends to show him another way to discover the secrets of the world. Why not write poetry?

    Take my advice. Engage a poet. Let him turn on his imagination and load you with all the virtues and distinction—the courage of the lion, the speed of the stag, the hot blood of Italy, the endurance of the North. Let him solve the problem of combining generosity with cunning, and plan a young man’s impulsive love-affair for you. I’d like to know the gentleman. I’d call him Mr. Microcosm.

    Faust raves that he will soar to the heights of “pleasures that hurt,” and swoop to the depths of “torments that enliven.” In dizzying changes of scene, he leaps from a tavern to a witch’s kitchen and from a forest cavern to a mountaintop, where the whole range of living things will pass before his eyes. But, to gain a total understanding of human experience, he must sacrifice his humanity, his moral sensibility. The victim of his sacrifice is Gretchen, a virgin whom Faust seduces and abandons in his devilish reverie, and who kills their illegitimate child. The Faustian-bargain hunter, a third Goethean type, strikes a deal whose cost is all-consuming. His antithesis is “Mr. Microcosm,” a poet of imagination and virtue, generosity and cunning, hot-blooded, coolheaded—a portrait of the artist as a mature man, the creator of a little world unto himself.


    Also, am I not learning when at the shape of her bosom,

    Graceful lines, I can glance, guide a light hand down her hips?

    Only thus I appreciate marble; reflecting, comparing,

    See with an eye that can feel, feel with a hand that can see. . . .

    Often too in her arms I’ve lain composing a poem,

    Gently with fingering hand count the hexameter’s beat

    Out on her back.

    Roman Elegies, Goethe


    A materialist biography, … , would measure both the freedom evinced by a great man’s creations and their determination by external forces.

  • AG2026_1211335a or dexterous and fugitive


    Through the young and awkward hours
    my lady perfectly moving,
    through the new world scarce astir
    my fragile lady wandering
    in whose perishable poise
    is the mystery of Spring
    (with her beauty more than snow
    dexterous and fugitive
    my very frail lady drifting
    distinctly, moving like a myth
    in the uncertain morning
    , with
    April feet like sudden flowers

    E. E. Cummings