Many Musics, second series ***complete***

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tonight added Many Musics, II, xii, "Conflation," I was sitting in a coffeehouse in Portland, one where I'd spent some former sad, struggling hours, & I was watching what was around with attention, the kind of attention one has to learn, maybe forget, learn again. Eventually, a steady hum. I'd been reading Milosz that night, deeply, his work bound in between covers for Burning Man this year, I'll see to it. This thought goes nowhere, music cops its feel of the cosmos and something shows up on paper--

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Today added Many Musics, second series, xiv, "Tough Flutters," some nights it seems all is lost or soon to be...and then the mind loops back and challenges itself, and no answer bright or dark seems truest...

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tonight added Many Musics, second series, xv, Some Eat Others, don't know where this one came from, especially the title phrase but damn if i don't see this world as carnivorous, especially the societies of men, cities and towns of long knives and distant hearts, i struggle to see elsewise but look around, some eat others...tonight...now...again...again...

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this afternoon added Many Musics, second series, xvi, "Empathy," about living in a city, I suppose, something I've done for many years now, many cities, and I never get used to the way people ignore each other, walk like each a universe and none else exists. And I fucking do it too sometimes, and it pisses me off. Someone is suffering right now, many, many, and yet we blithely go on, each with his or her own drama, I don't know what to make of a species that can re-make the world but avoid its own great, single heart...

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tonight added Many Musics, second series, xvii, "Self Leaves Effects," another song of wordless regret, spoken with words, it's amazing how one can milk the old sadnesses and losses for years, til the milking itself becomes something, like a distinct creation in the world from its genesis, so that one is not singing for the loss, but to the music composed in the wake of the loss, it becomes metaphysical, it becomes surreal, one joins in with one's many selves in a chorus of regrets that, if they sound fine enough, continue to sound endless years.

Ha. FUCK! :twisted:

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Tonight added Many Musics, second series, xviii, Weaving, I was out with KD in Seattle one Saturday night, journeying high and hard, and I was angry about the War, and about the suffering every day, every street corner, and this came out of that...

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righteous words.
pain of feeling the suffering of those who know nothing of us. We, knowing they suffer, rant into textboxes, rip our hearts with the surety of how they suffer tonight.

and the weaving knits itself into a net. i'm trapped on the other side.

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This afternoon added Many Musics, second series, xix, Burst, I'm not sure if this is simply a meditation on night, or on some unknown mother, some place, some time, or some twist of both, likely this one...

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this morning added Many Musics, second series, xx, "Sentiment is Rust," I think all the time about this, about how to face artistically my lengthening past, yet not get lost in it, not turn old hours into impossible heroes, old wounds into vast chasms unpassable...like Tom Petty says, "You can look, babe, but it's best not to stare"...

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this afternoon added Many Musics, II, xxi, Caustic, it can't be said enough that especially in times of abuse by leaders that none are immortal, all fall eventually…some comfort waiting the darkness pass…

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tonight added Many Musics, II, xxii, Comfort's Fable, I was for the first time in five years back at my old home, the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, a return shocking deep in me, and I found this Monet to regard:

http://www.globalgallery.com/enlarge/034-58958/

And so I regarded it best one can with pen and open mouth...

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This morning added Many Musics, II, "Wish's Promise," it can be seen, I think, (a small image anyway) at:

http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl= ... US223US223

I was reaching for something, again...

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This morning added Many Musics, II, xxiv, "Distance," responding to seeing for the first time in nearly 5 years a painting I care for so much I put it on the cover of my new book and included in that book a long poem I wrote inspired by it years ago:

http://www.geocities.com/scriptorpress/cenacle/RN.html

But this particular time, looking at this painting again, I only felt sadness and longing, a distance as the title indicates. How time passes, and no matter how one tries, there will never be enough words or Art to capture more than a fraction of its affect...

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This morning added Many Musics, II, xxv, Reconcile, written from my old writing haunt at Harvard Square in Cambridge, Massachusetts (USA), a city mostly known for Harvard University and MIT. I spent many years living near there, and used to write at the open air courtyard near the Au Bon Pain Cafe, near chessplayers, street musicians, passing tourists. Hadn't been been in nearly five years to the area, by when I wrote this poem I'd visited for a week, and was ready to embrace new, and let go again, for now.

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This morning added Many Musics, II, xxvi, Feedback, writing about the mystery again, not knowing a solid ground to work with it, it does not glow any clearer, some people calm and call it God or fate or science, I just can't, and I'd bet that's more personality than holding any truth in the matter...