Monday, April 27, 2009

on the angelic demon

Fire is so simple in its form and function that it still defies understanding. Fire is a giver of life, an empowering oracle to those that control it, and a devouring beast when allowed to burn unfettered. Such is the fire of eros—providing dazzling lights at a distance, warmth upon approach, burning glory and majesty that inspires fear and awe as it extends to the threshold, and a fatal devourer once it surrounds on all sides. How does one escape intact? Burns are unavoidable, but what of careful cultivation and tenderness? Can fire be maintained indefinitely? The attention, concern, focus, and passion of the wardens must not waiver. Embers will die out and hungry flames will seek new fuels to satiate its single-minded consumption.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

what where how when

and WHAT is the proper response when
you awake to find yourself pocked with fishhooks
a puppet on bundled strands of vinyl?

and WHERE do you aim your venom when
you recover to find kites tethered to helm warring with anchors entrenched
a rag-doll kicked and torn by the current?

and HOW will you cry for help when
you surface to find a liquid sky and insubstantial earth
a fish on the carpet, wide-eyed and gulping in sight of the tank?


WHEN did life become a gaggle of peripherally related episodes taken in like a sitcom marathon on late night cable by a bleary mind’s eye that would just as soon watch a marathon of peripherally related episodes of flat idiosyncratic punch-line salon models than be forced to continue consuming the even-flatter banality of my so called life?

to be, to truly be... or not?
that is, in fact, the question.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

poiēma (my brood)

once i decided to write 50 poems in 50 days. it didn't quite work out that way. but i did write an accursed share.

today i came upon those neglected infants. sloppily conceived in a single pass, yes. but who among us wasn't?

culled forth and then cast aside, each; i have never since attended them. i shall not wash from them their curd, their crud, their crude.

instead I will carve for them an orphanage and merely prostitute them there, one at a time, for your...

(consumption? appraisal? pleasure? contempt? voyeuristic viewing?)



poiēma




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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Considered (Ode to #20)

One violation against a backdrop of mirth blackens the sky more readily than a parade of violations during a tempest.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

the creative animal

Man is creative and that makes him a god amongst animals. Man’s works are bumbling and coarse compared to the ingenuity of nature; animals amongst God.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

humility

O’ creators! Even God borrowed clay from the Earth to create man! He also borrowed from himself his image. The appropriate exclamation is not, “Behold! I am man!” But rather, “Alas. I am only human.” Let your self-righteousness be the river that flows from the privilege of existence, for certainly man must be special indeed to be privy to physicality and consciousness.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

on the origins of the name (Part II)

or identity as an instrument of non-reciprocal self-interest

*for the story of how I came to be called pii see on the origins of the name (Part I).

Pie O’ Pah is a character in Clive Barker’s epic and mystical love story Imajica. Pie is a type of being known as a mystif: rare individuals who are born with a peculiar genetic “defect” that results in an utterly unique ability; mystifs can alter, at will, any aspect of their physical body whether eye color, height and weight, or even sex.

One of the things that drew me to Pie O’ Pah as a character was that “he” had no sex yet had multiple sexes, “he” was simultaneously genderless and all genders. This feature of his being was both a condition and an ability. It made him utterly different and therefore always one wholly “othered” yet it allowed him a type of radical freedom from the constraints of sex and gender. He was able to opt into whatever physical form was ideally suited for providing for the needs of his lover. Dedicated to the pleasure and well-being of his lover, the exact nature of his form did not trouble him. That his condition made him uniquely suited to an orientation towards the other before and beyond the self was highlighted in harsh terms when his soul mate, in a careless remark during a time of irremediable melancholy, told Pie that he should become either a prostitute or an assassin. The former subsists by submissive servicing of others whereas the latter subsists by detached eradication of the other. Pie O’ Pah was thus verbally reduced to an other-oriented function, whether it be a provider of fleeting pleasures meaningless to Pie or else a sharp instrument of destruction equally as meaningless. Pie’s great gift was, in an instance of verbal abuse, recast as a novel albeit utile freakishness.

What attracted me was that Pie not only had this gift of being non-gendered and all genders but that he was thus one naturally inclined toward the fulfillment of others. “Commanded” by his lover to become either a whore or an assassin, Pie chose the latter. He could not bring himself to defile his great gift by using it for the basest of functions. The fulfillment of the other was his calling and he himself was fulfilled in the filling of that function. Gentle (his lover) rendered the gift useless and Pie became an assassin. In thinking about this recently, it occurred to me that Pie was happiest, was personally fulfilled, when he was able to be exactly what someone else needed him to be at the time. His own identity was utterly subordinated to this calling. I wonder if our sense of self, our identity, is the most rigid, the most ossified, when we are the most self-serving? Is it the case that an other-orientation is best served by a negotiable identity, one that has elasticity and plasticity? Or perhaps, even, and ideally speaking, the best case scenario is one in which an other-orientation is served by the eradication of an essential identity for the sake of the greatest degree of freedom in performing virtual identities, ones that are crafted in response to the exigencies of a particular context and towards the fulfillment of others?