August 2000 - Letter 3
Evolutionary Sonnets
(After di Prima)

I                                                                     
The stakes are myself.
I have no other.
Have (one) a certain fire
the firmament fed by flow
and the lingering flicker
of inflorescence. Your cringe
does not diminish its flame.
Will not.   Can not.      
                                    Survival
is written all over my face.
Not simple words
but in every deed
in every deep experience
in every breath and fractile.

II                                                                  
To fracture ((to attempt))
is futile. Every cell seeks
the light, seeks the sky, the fire
of another August                        
             Slaughter
                                             sunset, craves
  that sacred flame, few know
yet all desire ((unconscious)).
You to your feeble victimized
YAWP, I action the agonies
w/ every August scrawl,
transcend innuendo, vanquish
words unleashed in anger
and, in the end, survive.

III                                                                 
Prevail. Move
beyond petty posturings
the actions of the meek
& needy, to become.
Beyond asterisk, resonant
with emerging impulse, threaten
what is no longer serving, transcend
what is rightly railed against
and yet ((again)) action the agony.
There will be no wallowing
in the mire, but a body
myriad-minded that brings
on the heat to fire
biological    alchemical    conjunctio.

IV                                                              
Fire an integration
((that word again)) we re
-integration, we ((these selves))
recollect, reunite, discover.
Unstuck the flow & bathe in it.
Play in it.                              
Wash, renew
rejuvenate, self-coordinate
the seasonal baptismal, dirge march
under the August sun, divine
in the August night while
nightmares of the needed
but unseized liberation
stain your summer nights in sweat.

V                                                           
What beckons then, beyond
the sweat ((the fear))
is the creative force
of the unknown. Heart center
fires much beyond that kingdom
of thought ensnares so many.
Liberates few. (Is one nasty
diversion. Is the mire we steer
from.) In your case the gore
from Pamploma you may disregard
as an insignificant twitch
but are remiss of all
but two of Gardner's
multiple intelligences.

VI                                                         
For these are the tongues
we speak: visual/spatial
kinesthetic ((the twinge, remember?))
intrapersonal          interpersonal
and beyond the logical & verbal
- the musical. Never too far
from the dance, applying
the theory to the nascent
myriad-mind. The Naturalistic
supplied w/ a veritable ((venerable))
menu of options, recognitions, tools
to avoid the mire, to reconnect
the insistent flow. The fire.
The flame. The inflorescence.

VII                                                       

Interpersonal, beyond self
into the non-local
mind, we tap, we reconvene
the tapping. The unbound self
and the boundless source, in
the boundless source bathing
in the diverted channel
where the boulder remnants paint
the glacial flow off
white                  understood
& recognized as the milky
source itself and yet a metaphor
bathing in the mythic
we reintegrate experience.

VIII                                                    
Animals as metaphor
((and soft fur)) antidote
to animus and example
of what lurks beyond
our grasp a luminescence
we strive for & hide from.
Music it for your self we
recognize the steady incoming
roar and flee or we
SURRENDER.   This is
the easy ((yet)) yes frightening
alternative. Antidote
to desire. Salve  ((psychic))
for that twinge,   cathexis.

IX                                                      
Emancipated from our
individuality, we hook
that which conducts, immersed
in experience for which
the words will later
manifest. The August Slaughter
crescent moon an apparition
draws us towards union
& merging. Intuition.
A full-body resonance untoward
and seemingly unappeasable.
It has a gravity all its own
Jack, and add water
makes it own sauce.

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