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SEA QUILLS (Paul Klinger's Blog)
Wed 06/22/2005
A Sense of the Day
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: the Why nots
Topic: inquiring hinds

Relation Bees---laundry

Going inside and putting something together
a heap of clothes like a honeycomb like putting a hive of wet clothes inside an immersion really

Conifers---Lint

Our clothes are trees we stand up we are erect in them and we can sit in them since we look ourselves up and down in them that is what we do in them and in the mirror very little horizon at this time and in this business so our clothes do have to do with trees and this second seconds the first between bees and laundry, though what kind of trees please the bees is not something I yet know

Stitched ball --- Monochrome Print

Because we are expecting the object is familiar whether it is in the print or in the sculpture of the ball we palm reproducing is or not the organs are white the organs of the ball are white because of the sun the desert climate being outside as balls often are and the wearing away of the red from the stitch and the thing, the familiar household item, which I never decided on while writing this, that item in the print, that anyone would instantly recognize, a little dressed up in white but someone is trying to make a point.

Having at the bark --- Broken knife

The very strained seems strained because the deployment of the title is not a deployment of causation. It could be read that way but once you find out that the knife was broken, its tip snapped off before it even saw the bark, before it even got away from its status as a new thing really. Its a really depressing relation because it admits to the arbitrary placement of these two ideas, which if they had not come into contact, as the knife goes through the bark and reveals a fresher scent surface, which is now battered like a club, one you would use on fish or to fell trees in designated areas, again, if they had not come into contact, they would not be thought together. They were just close enough one time for a picture to be taken of them together and a lot has been written since then about that, interpretative it is. And mostly, it pulls for things that are not available.

Equanimity --- Foosball figures

Former owners of the table left it in bad condition, the field is warped below their feet and their heads, some of them, maybe four of them, are lost. Twirling it can't be helped by the imagination which sees the plastic heads of the players revolving through space which is black and resembles the television monitor when it has been dusted and it is late at night any other time might create problems for the comparison. These lost heads we don't want to lose, though their being lost is built into the actual sentence, from the outset. Starting out lost is no way to go. If you are swimming while you say a word, you know that word is pretty, which brings me to equanimity, which keeps your nose buoyant and out of the water and even your chin is floating through that one, without much help at all. Possession of a quality is often debatable, but figuratively speaking, the foosball men, the headless ones, lack equanimity. They don't have their heads about them, like us, who make jokes. Jokes are good signs of equanimity and we must resort to them when we must, when there is a question as to our cool. There is always a question about something when any authoritative act is undertaken, and this time I have authored the thing. Taken from me: keep a joke clipped in your inner pocket, so that you can reach for it like you are reaching for your wallet and no one will suspect a thing, not even the cryptographers, who lie in wait at the cafe stirring their costly drinks and showing an offbrand of equanimity that does not fool the mothers of this world, who have been shopping for the real thing since they got married and had the kids and had to buy a lot of it for people other than themselves. They are just one good example of equanimity, the idea of satellite equanimity should be discussed very soon, to relieve the tensions and the other feelings in the room, the ones bordering on uncertainty and unkindness. Thank you.




Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 5:31 AM MDT
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Water Stocks
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: chugging
Topic: inquiring hinds


He that kept up with

neck an neck

bass on top of the water

he almost cried

a precipice don't look down

or you will my father

who loves the fish

that died on top of the water

the way he found them

he was looking down

at the duckweed

the cursed duckweed

which was the reason

the first place

for the fountains filters koi tilapia

for all his hauling out with

poles and rakes

as if a garden,

as if the lake

was just that,

as if it

were just the same

too soon,

the tilapia

will turn up

at the top of the water

and despite

what he thinks

he can do,

which is catch most

of them with kernels

at the height of their powers

before the water

drops below

certain death

many of them

he will not get to

this concern

the grounds

for an out

of the ordinary

ease--experienced

around the table

or in the car--


here finally

something

to extend

your hand to


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Tue 06/21/2005
Endeavor
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: after bending the bow
Topic: inquiring hinds



Endeavors and Winkles


Teaset eyes
upon
table

dressed
swiftly
in endeavor

the anchor
comes in

the dolphin
marches
into
our telescope

comes
out a car

what the endeavor of

these parts

the lever
the click
the tonnage

put in


the click
we put in
stays to

lift
stones
off
patio
door
the person
underneath
dictating
message
with
his
fingernails
what
the
young one
exactifies
in
the ones
that find
him ambitious

always this

at the end of the bow
find a narcissus
which speaks the boxy
edge off the
lamination machine rest cue

the idea of leave
next to the shore up some
community breath this rumbles things
"resourceful" gets guarded

veritable mass
despite fencing
ambush where weeds

bears are the same
the doors crushed
in for the pantry

crashes, Crassus,

direct opposition

that to believe
the scope of it
less than oh no
grading into a level
where the climb of
your maneuvers
will not abet the shift
in which you
as a thing
as a chance
as a mechanism
want to be made a reaction

not accomplished
quite yet
begun, wading ashore

pictures of the grey head
coming in

not where you think
these pictures
coming in enveloped & even

a nimble face expression a lithe boy
stroller of the zoo
affirms something in me
his speech about animals
his face and his speech
doll up in the sun
which picks itself up
like a skirt aforementioned
this is the face being made
in the book,
the back of it.

Coming back to due--
something this close is
instructive to begin with
much more of it is made

so much as a find
of attractive forms
that agreement reaches
the level of the sea
or a numberless line
numberless i say
as the arc caves in

gaseous outcomes the
masonry of stoves
from the undermanned forest
smoky this outward this telling
cures the viewer
who could not "get in" to it





Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 5:41 AM MDT
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Mon 06/20/2005
vacancy
Mood:  hug me
Topic: inquiring hinds


black curl
horn opens

calendar shuts
in and of itself

movement of
apples rats

lane across
broken ears

collar bisected
button-up

front pocket--
geometry

ash & noodles
poultice
far and wide

scissors to
lengthen the shore
with squall

muscatel
margins lotion
upon a beach chair

loft of birds
cooped in straw

nails bulging
underhanded piers

masts not flowers
still a garden wall

hall of troves
measuring tapes
and glue guns

persists the sow,
the lemon, chewing
one to another

instrument
of undersigned

allocation of tenor
breeze knocked down
canvas appreciations

marketing tuilleries

now kit feels wrong
not the same motion
a spring a slip
the watch bemoan

flat as flat


Posted by poetry/paulklinger at 4:45 AM MDT
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Sun 05/08/2005
Epilog: Cape Lucan
Mood:  special
Topic: inquiring hinds


by nature, furniture passes tar and soot along
as a means to lure the designation; "that is" beseeches them.

To the embarrassments, a celestial people,
falls the task: separate the ordinary from
the swell. Past this settlement, it is fair
between a light and a dance.

___________________________________________


The Mast of Commons

Scenic view at the SE corner of the metro area.
Overlooks the industrial district. At its lower elevations, visitors find it amusing to count the spires that break the skyline. Material for the tower was converted from a defunct refinery stack. It features an observation deck ringed with stainless steel telescopes, a roving dish used to the track the bird migrations, and stations for the beep boxes, which are mounted during the months of air traffic. The observation deck closes, for security purposes, during the summer.


Nesflorella

Once a private residence, it is now the seat of the district Canesmen. Mannerist roofing. Ornamented ceiling alone is worth a lenghty visit. The capitals are weathered examples of the Court's history, dating from the inception of the Machinations. The intrepid can tour the chain cellars, where the Court keeps its documents under heavy guard.






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