Hrafnagaldr

frithgeard @ 2009-05-22T21:38:00

2009-05-23T02:43:01Z

Wind hot as sunlight on your cracked lips:

its song lives inside you

you move as it moves

this red dust too restless;

it will not abide forever

ground beneath our feet

you are still here

the girl with eyes like a crow, intelligence glinting

her head cocks to the side

that mouth was made to slice flesh from bone

you have seen her face in mine

she devours your words—

you are still here

so many years carrying poems of the dead

you wake with nothing left on your lips but that which will never die

we live in the space between one song and another

and the echoes we carry will consume this husk utterly

rise early

I find you shivering, etched against pale light

you search the horizon, the flights of birds; the nightmare falls forgotten

you are still here

these stolen moments, forgetting duty

we live within such frailty

this cup runneth over

smoke rises, a farmer burning leaves

behold yourself in its face

even stones must perish

your hand in mine

you are still here

in your glance

a thousand graceless poems

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frithgeard @ 2009-05-22T21:36:00

2009-05-23T02:38:21Z

Carry the story like a ghost under your tongue:

burned-out husks of buildings

slick black earth

and children who sing like frogs in the night
their wary eyes fixed on the moon

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I suppose the polite thing to do would be to turn it into mail art?

2009-04-28T05:17:03Z

Robin half-in-shadow
planting your seeds, they hatch in your hands

you wake again in morning darkness
take up your song of many colors
and pray with the work of your hands

Seriously, though. What are the social protocols for tuning into someone else's song?

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Sophistry

2009-04-26T23:17:45Z

If the steam revolution compressed our sense of distance, the digital revolution has compressed our sense of history.

This can be explained as a simple side effect of relativity: as information approaches the speed of light, subjective time is compressed and objects become infinitely dense, which is why there are so many stupid people on the internet.

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