FIRST FREEWRITE TO KIRK ramblings that wouldn't separate themselves into orderly piles of air earth fire and water let alone, transcendence
In the beginning was verb
fire danced on water
myriad fireflies etched traces of fire and starlight
in the bayou crossing the bog
where at water's edge
live coals
sang a reptilian siren call
it's an eat be eaten world
and on it goes
Orion stands on the shelf of the universe,
javelin poised at the ready
amid the cattails
ghostly apparitions
herons in shadows
light caught by the corners of the eye
tugging it like a net
as does the nocturnal eye
of the alligator from the swamp
wetlands
primordial ooze
ancestral slime
mud swollen mudbelly dance
lumbering undines
crawling out of the darkness toward the light
marsh dawn orchestrates light
unravels the unheard music of stars
catcall and cough at the edge of night
the night heron stirs
the water alive and breathing
lapping at the shore
like some monstrous leviathan
our hearts race, our breath
etches arias of mist in the cold night air
birds fluttering from the throat of fear
the night grows ravening shadows
the illusion of river eddy and flow sweetwater
patterned moonlight ripples
across a tawny carpet of pine needles
the night would grow lonely shadows
outruns the illusion of river floodwaters
and moonlight circling the trees saplings
the predatory eyes
of hunger glow red as coals
while the eyes of fear,
the hunted glow with phosphor luck
fire flame fury magma heart beating earth blood fire
the hunter sun hurls shafts of rainbow light through fog
arrows of light pierce morning mist
meet the water half way
fire hunger in the belly
myriad suns trapped on a rippling net
of shadow and light
bob and dance and disappear
beneath each crest of wavelet
tracks of shore birds scrying
a spell at the interstice of mudflat and shore
fog sea and sky are one thing wetlands
a breeze luffs the leaves
and Spanish moss
birds test wings against a dawning sky
an allelulah of geese veeing toward the horizon
their atonal song would stop the sun in its tracks
sweeter than the downshift of engine
or bulldozer snore
how then, to hone this amorphous swamp
of words into a prism of thought?
an aria of thought an aria of the mind an aria of verb
I am trying on clothing of words
to dress the dawn
how then to dress the night?
let it dress itself in verb verb verb
evening's painted shadow canopy of stars
a lure burns beneath the surface
like a ruby ready to burst into flame
bleeds into the retina
from the cove you rise
swift as gulls to the blue ache of sky
trailing sheets of seaweed
as if from the bed
tangle of hair against a pillow of white sand
glacial quartz ground to a fine sugar
ices the wedding of your bare feet
to this shore, this beach
an arcane dance in cadence with the wind
rhythm admixture of light and wind
sea liquid and light
languid water lush heat
lurking shadow glimmering
glamoring languid solitude
soothing the meadow's melodic tendrils
swathe the swamp lilies
undertoe and current
strange solitude of self swaddled
the music of wind vocalized against bare branch
the wind sings in the branches
to the birds bittersweet woodsap and pine
"when night fell ebony water wept with the moon" (not my line)
fearless stars speak a muted truth of light and age
A salvation of light dressed
you in mirrored prisms
toe first you disappeared into the mirrored dawn
into the surcease between ebb and flow
waves pull up delicate lace sheets to cover the shore
rollers of pounding surf
gulf equivalences of air and water
atmosphere a sphere of air
clattering palm leaves gallop across the eardrum
the sound of crushed shells beneath the foot
royal red and rainbow indigo
horsemen of the apocalypse
apocalyptic cloud and storm
rides across the sea and sky
heavenly roof of fire.
10-12, 2005
this project never got off the ground because I was working in a void, channeling images from Air earth fire and water, plus quintessence but not having any music to bank off of. Kirk was in Miami or Cape Cod and I was in Oakland, not an easy way to collaborate long distance.
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