Come In

Knock knock knock knock knock
There is a knocking at this house
Who is it?
No one is there.
Knock knock knock knock knock
Search every room with the ear to the wall
Never to find where it is coming from
Knock knock knock knock knock
What do you want?
There is no answer
And so it goes
For 42 years
The house kept knocking and I kept asking
After awhile it got softer
After awhile I didn't hear it
After awhile it became
one of those things
A book never finished
A puzzle never solved
A language never learned
A guitar never played
A room never painted
A girl never dated
A ring never worn
A child never born
Still, it goes on
Knock knock knock knock knock
And still
I won't

Pathways

Understand, that I'll slip quietly Away from the noisy crowd When I see the pale Star rising, blooming, over the oaks. I'll pursue solitary pathways Through the pale twilit meadows, With only this one dream: You come too.

Happy Death

He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way...

I Want You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CykE5DFJVr0

Impregnable Question

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=UuS-6bG0T8Y&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DUuS-6bG0T8Y

where are you?

Matilde, where are you? Down here I noticed, under my necktie and just above my heart, a certain pang of grief between the ribs, you were gone that quickly. I needed the light of your energy, I looked around, devouring hope. I watched the void without you that is like a house, nothing left but tragic windows. Out of sheer taciturnity the ceiling listens to the fall of the ancient leafless rain, to feathers, to whatever the night imprisoned: so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

In the end we will arrive where we started...

We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate when the last of earth left to discover is that which was the beginning; at the source of the longest river the voice of the hidden waterfall and the children in teh apple tree not known, because not looked for but heard, half heard in the stillness between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, always-- A condition of complete simplicity (costing not less than everything) and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well when the tongues of flame are in-folded into the crowned knot of fire and the fire and the rose are one.

You the Living

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8B7wvc2LpDo

Blush

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEgFOYpwR5g

Plastic Bag

http://futurestates.tv/episodes/plastic-bag

The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.

All creative acts are a kind of dying.

your name here - john ashbery

one by one people were swept away
calling endearing things to each other, using pet names.
'Achilles, meet Angus.' Then it all happened so quickly I
guess I never knew where we were going, where the pavement
was taking us.
Things got real quiet in the oubliette.
I was still reading Jean-Christophe. I'll never finish the darn thing.
Now is the time for you to go out into the light
and congratulate whoever is left in our city. People who survived
the eclipse. But I was totally taken with you, always have been.
Light a candle in my wreath, I'll be yours forever and will kiss you.

this is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

water

http://pitchfork.com/tv/#/episode/1367-the-water

poke holes in the sheet of night
behind there must be light

anna

in comedy as in tragedy, late in Act Three, the heroine hesitates. Her Fate is in the balance. It's what old Corneille and young Moliere call suspsense...ion.

If hell is the farthest place from your love
Then the devil must be god’s lover
What am I to do
To sin
To bruise
To yearn and be the angel
Or love and be the devil

zoe

Vampires are lucky, they can feed on others. We gotta eat away at ourselves. We gotta eat our legs to get the energy to walk. We gotta come, so we can go. We gotta suck ourselves off. We gotta eat away at ourselves til there's nothing left but appetite. We give, and give and give crazy. Cause a gift that makes sense ain't worth it. Jesus said seventy times seven. No one will ever understand why, why you did it. They'll just forget about you tomorrow, but you gotta do it.

the ground grew jealous of the night sky
and reached over to grab the stars
as the earth eclipsed the moon
the night grew
just a little bit darker
i turned to you
to grab your hand
but only saw a shadow
of myself
where you once stood.