Sunday, August 30, 2009

one word staving: pit

touch and go,
the bull
shit, pitted
against pithy
anorexia, sublime
from the day's rest:
you would
the difference, you
would know
where Mary
led the way,
'scaping Egypt,
Pharaoh tailing,
should we
the fairest one
of all, or
the last
truly first,
in fractal



Blogger Teresa said...

The picture looks like it's from the book/movie "Holes". Truly the pits in that story.

If all I had to eat was bull shit, I would be anorexic, too.

But why would one retreat sublimely FROM the day's rest, why not retreat to it? Is one afraid of the stillness?

Perhaps that's why you have to know the difference to know that Mary led the way into Egypt, but her ancestress Miriam, the sister of Moses, was one of the leaders escaping out with Pharoah on her tail. Miriam who led the dance of jubilation on the other side of the sea with timbrels and song. And in that case the last were not first, unless one thinks that being swallowed in the sea made them first to taste the retribution of a fractal disarray, while those on the other side got cranky later and just fell strewn in the wilderness as their retribution. So why not marry the fairest one? After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and your fairest may be his ugliest!

Fun run of tesseracts tonight Murat. May you dance in victory by the shores of the sea!

1:12 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: The retreat from was a puzzler on this end, too, but in the spirit of letting oddities lay where they fall, I left it to mulch up the rest of the poem: retreat from the remainder rather than the repose.

You definitely got a fine theological groove going on in your fourth paragraph, thass a rappin' aria, to be sure. Mary and Pharaoh were puzzlers, too, riffing off the song "Pharaoh" by new friends Crooked Still: still haven't deciphered the song, as it conjuncts M and P, too. It echoes for me (a bit at least) the recurring echoes between Hebrew and "Newer" scripture. In my conspiracy theory moments, I see mere "usurpation" by the Newer Testamenters, but in my (hopefully) deeper readings I see the way of the World/Word, that things human invariably repeat, that the Eyes much larger than mine accord this great significance, redeeming all along the way. Mary's journey in and out of Egypt reclaims all the significance of exile and return and promise.

Apropos of things autumn, I found out yesterday that the Crooked Stillers will be 45 miles north of here (San Marcos) for a free concert on November 7th, the day after my birthday. Sadly, your buddy the Davy Crockett cellist is no longer with them. But I will be, at least for the day...

7:57 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Well, that cellist with his goo-goo-googly eyes probably has moved on to his own band, too bad. He was one bad dude. Enjoy the concert!

I think you're right about the deeper significance in the way of the Word. Anything meaningful stands true over time for whoever touches its reality.

10:14 AM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

Mary did lead the way
she trusted
when her life turned into an inexplicable contradiction
in the eyes of the world
she trusted
When she was told a secret too big to contain in one small girl
she trusted
when she was told she would have to willingly witness
the child she loved, be ripped from the world
in a painful, criminals punishment
She trusted and loved anyway

Egypt was just a pitstop and pharoah just a bump in the road

the fractal disarray will be put right. I hear there's a plan.
this not to preach, but to reassure myself. the disarray seems less if I say the words "out loud"

11:39 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: The Crooked Folks look like a whole bunch of cross-indexed fools - multiple bands for each - seems the musical way of the world these daze.

6:03 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister Dee: I loved your sermon poem: preach on, by all means...

6:05 PM  
Blogger San said...

That's hol(e)y.

3:59 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: Hole Foods Market, si?

6:41 PM  

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