Method, or meander?

"1. I’ll walk a turn, and digest what I have read.
2. You’ll grow devilish fat upon this paper diet."
~ Congreve.—Love for Love, Act I. Scene 1.
*
Odd the way light
Explodes the doldrums of a summer
Day ~ intermezzo gilding spiky
Blade of herbage into well ~

Attended shows,
Optic entertainment. Or take
For breakfast, whipped cream plopped atop
Will blueberries,

From following
The fancy, the scattered clouds over ~
Head, overheard. Or maybe reconsider, precisely
What the acrobat said, between

You and me,
There’d be ample room to disagree.
A mourning glory’s fenestration,
Intricate as our quarrel’s

Tracery,
Today’s contention. Each brilliant
As quick sparkles ~ your earrings splashed
About ~ A diamond, a ruby circle. Only

Later, you find me
Thumbing through the dictionary,
Searching for a divination, my vain failings,
Fallings, back on the word, heavy

With memory,
An unstable atmosphere.
Our bed of violets alfresco aprons,
Sings, the last light foreshadowing,

Foreshortening,
A foggy-minded change of weather,
Doing her best to keep an imminent extinction
Something less than final.
Season’s interval,
A finial.
*
QUESTIONABLE.—
"Thou com’st in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee."
~ Shakespeare.—Hamlet, Act I. Scene 4. (The Ghost Scene.)

QUIPS.—
"Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles."
~ Milton.—L’Allegro, Line 27.

QUOTING—
"With just enough of learning to misquote."
~ Byron.—English Bards, Line 66.
*
....or choke,
Or yoke?
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It seems that you don't realize that this Group is about *astronomy*.
Your postings don't reflect this at all, and they waste disk space on
the Group's server.

Twittering One wrote:
*
Disorder twilight,
A reordered outtake ~
Order more takeout food!

Installments from the intricate plot
Reveals. Invitations,
Slipped under your door,

In message , Richard Harvey
writes

It seems that you don't realize that this Group is about *astronomy*.
Your postings don't reflect this at all, and they waste disk space on
the Group's server.

Not much, but the kill file is always useful. The only time I see this
idiot's posts is when someone responds to him.

A Bestiary of Animals:
Be Mindful

....of those who misspell their spells.
Nothing good will come of it.�
~ Mum

“By all means, what do you mean?�
~ Moi

“I mean, only that...
....that the ends only justify the mean
When the mean means truth.
And moreover, the mean only justifies
Ends
When the truth means love.
So be true to yourself, and you'll be true,
Too.�
~ Mum

“Indeed, how true of you to notice,
It takes two
Ends to justify the truth.�
~ Moi

“How true,
Indeed.
~ Mum

“And so, to ensure we spell our spells
Properly, we’ll begin
Our lesson with the letters
Of the alphabet.�
~ Mum

“Only, well start
At the end, with
The letter Z.�
~ Moi

Z is for zebra ~
A striped animal
Assembled by committee…
~ Altogether
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"It seems you don't realize
This Group's about *astronomy.*"
~ HarveyRichard

Gastrononomy? O, how appetizing!
Or should I say, you flatter me ~

"Your postings don't reflect this at all,
And they waste disk space on the Group's server."
~ HarveyRichard

"He's always seen himself as loved,
If asked, he would, after carefully looking around,
Answer that he wanted most,
After he was gone, dead and gone,
To be
Remembered and cherished, carried
Around in many-chambered hearts, enscribed
In stone, withstanding time,
Loved. He wanted most in life, too,
To be loved.
It was the search and the drama
And the folly of of his life.
The drama of the search,
The folly of the search..."
~ Rocky


Twittering One ~
*
Disorder twilight,
A reordered outtake ~
Order more takeout food!

Installments from the intricate plot
Reveals. Invitations,
Slipped under your door...

Hardly ~

"Let martial note in trumph float,
And liberty extend its mighty hand."

Now, where’s the mellotron,
That unique machine, filled with magnetic tape…

Stars or stripes, or just ~
An extended shadow-etching method
Took me by surprise in a game that complemented
My own constellation of separate narratives.
The biggest and best-preserved ghost town haunted
The dinner party guests. A burst of spending acquired the source!
Now, negotiate another link to carry us, ferry us, hurry
Us to another version begging attention as rush hours
Sweep along the course of a curriculum
Configured to graduate
Our progress, smaller steps…
Until we pause, look around, take in the scenery ~
Canyons carved by gusting winds, ravines
Given to rushing water, tears
Streaming again
When we can no longer find our way,
Or cannot bear this exquisite way ~ So fresh, now feels
Promising, alive!
Given were clean-shaven glaciers
Competing for the same moment, a chance to land.
Cloud-boring shafts, sun-pierced
Quills drafted the course of our design.
The plan withdrew
Its sketch, framed with gold-leaf borders
Edged the picture back into place, where gratitude knelt
At its own prei deu,
Cushioned with velvet to soften
The wind-blown erosion
Revealed an underside written and illustrated
To navigate the approach…

"He sits penning himself, gorging himself.
The drama and the folly
And the bloodless death..."
~ Rocky


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Twittering One wrote:
"It seems you don't realize
This Group's about *astronomy.*"
~ HarveyRichard

Gastrononomy? O, how appetizing!
Or should I say, you flatter me ~

"Your postings don't reflect this at all,
And they waste disk space on the Group's server."
~ HarveyRichard

"He's always seen himself as loved,
If asked, he would, after carefully looking around,
Answer that he wanted most,
After he was gone, dead and gone,
To be
Remembered and cherished, carried
Around in many-chambered hearts, enscribed
In stone, withstanding time,
Loved. He wanted most in life, too,
To be loved.
It was the search and the drama
And the folly of of his life.
The drama of the search,
The folly of the search..."
~ Rocky


Twittering One ~
*
Disorder twilight,
A reordered outtake ~
Order more takeout food!

Installments from the intricate plot
Reveals. Invitations,
Slipped under your door...

Hardly ~

"Let martial note in trumph float,
And liberty extend its mighty hand."

Now, where's the mellotron,
That unique machine, filled with magnetic tape...

Stars or stripes, or just ~
An extended shadow-etching method
Took me by surprise in a game that complemented
My own constellation of separate narratives.
The biggest and best-preserved ghost town haunted
The dinner party guests. A burst of spending acquired the source!
Now, negotiate another link to carry us, ferry us, hurry
Us to another version begging attention as rush hours
Sweep along the course of a curriculum
Configured to graduate
Our progress, smaller steps...
Until we pause, look around, take in the scenery ~
Canyons carved by gusting winds, ravines
Given to rushing water, tears
Streaming again
When we can no longer find our way,
Or cannot bear this exquisite way ~ So fresh, now feels
Promising, alive!
Given were clean-shaven glaciers
Competing for the same moment, a chance to land.
Cloud-boring shafts, sun-pierced
Quills drafted the course of our design.
The
plan withdrew
Its sketch, framed with gold-leaf borders
Edged the picture back into place, where gratitude knelt
At its own prei deu,
Cushioned with velvet to soften
The wind-blown erosion
Revealed an underside written and illustrated
To navigate the approach...

"He sits penning himself, gorging himself.
The drama and the folly
And the bloodless death..."
~ Rocky


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I was so glad when I signed on today to see you back posting here in
alt.astronomy in all your prolific glory! Don't mind a couple
soreheads, most people here love you.

Do keep treating us to your melodious, entrancing, and irreverent
verse.

You are forever the Poet Lauriat of my heart.

Double-A

*
But for me,
I cannot speak
Without an Other.
Until then,
My words,
Only one continuous
Stream, unbroken stream, not parts,
Not blocks.
Just all water,
Or all air.
But content, yes, there.
Here.
Hear.
I hear something.
I know not who speaks.
But as you see, I identify myself.
I do not keep secrets.
I try to share.
If anyone’s there?
The needs of others arouse my living,
If I can give something
They need,
That awakens me.

Does God sleep,
Or speak?

Knock!~ Knock~!

For a long time,
I asked for God’s help.
She told me, Duane.
I said, O okay ~
Read. So I did.
I wrote, too.
Just see: Me,
It’s just V here! Letter ~
Snow. See?
Hanging by her white ~
Knuckled
Finger tips, from her 16th floor ledge
Over the river’s east
Gate. So, like,
Know!

“What they do is not measurable
In the conventional sense.
It is somewhat
Emotional.�
~ Disagreement

Lab results?
Dog or scientific measures?
That’s okay. Measurement matters
Not always
To me. Results matter
More. So forget
The score.

“Bodily death has a zero nature,
But the spirit remains alive.
The spirit responds to orderly inclinations.�
~ Disagreement

Orderly inclinations,
What’s that?
Music, yes, I know.
I seek not to bother dead spirits.
I seek to live in this world,
And if the two meet,
O hey! That’s great.
If they wish to speak to me,
I listen eagerly. I welcome
Sounds ~
Wisdom or cries for help.

“The walls make the vying
And search for truth
More fair. But a person
With faith in God doesn’t need walls.�
~ Disagreement

Incorrect. Walls
Keep out the freezing wind.
As Mr.
Frost said,
Good fences make good neighbors.
The walls mediate both form
And transmission. Words,
Walls, anything that divides,
A line describes form,
A piece of clothing that warms,
A cover of a sacred book.
The real question: Does the wall offer a door?
A lock with a key,
An admission for one who knocks,
Or does the wall merely
Keep out?

“Hesitation�
~ Disagreement

Rosa negra?
A sparkling rose.
Bubbles celebrate
Uncork, if company’s here
To share.

A Black Rose, or
A Black Orchid?

Both welcome here.
I hardly gave either,
Rocky, who died from suicide,
Or Kelsy, who died of AIDs,
What each deserved.
I failed both.
Perhaps there’s a way
Now I can repay ~ unlimited
Interest, accrued
And forthcoming.

“The cops came too fast.
That is a bad sign.�
~ Disagreement

Or not fast enough,
After Rocky hung himself in jail?
Perhaps the cops hurt him,
Perhaps not. A crying rage,
He raged,
When they found him, off
Clarendon Street. Over the
South End, ca. 1979. Two
Days before
Thanksgiving,
He had gone
to MGH.
That very day,
He’d gone
To Mass General Hospital,
Begged for help.
They, the docs,
Turned him
Away.
He died
In jail later that
Same day,
Picked up
Screaming on the street,
3am, 3 blocks
From our home, on his way
Home to us, to
Sleep. A 26-year-old boy.
Found screaming on the street,
The cops tossed him in jail,
Whereupon, sometime between
3am & 5am
He hung himself ~
John’s blew sweater, his instrument
Of escape
Who’d
Of thought?
Shoestrings,
Yes,
A noose ~
But a blew sweater? No autopsy
Ever performed, ever done, none
Sung, till now!
Buried in pauper’s field,
Just outside Boston, where
We were late
For his graveside funeral, our
Arrival delayed, our pack aged good
Intentions undone.
But we arrived,
After the priest performed
Last rites, left. Gone.
All done,
I looked back,
As we drove away,
Thought
To myself,
Rocky, I’ll find a way, I’ll
Do
You justice. I promise this.
I do.
I imagined I saw him
Perched
On the fieldstone
Fence, a cat,
His velvet eyes watching us
Depart ~

And what
Of Alpine Villas?

Please shorten,
Without which
No message
Makes easily
Understood sense ~
Or any biscuit crisp.

A black orchid,
A suicide journal Fore ~
Word.

“Well, slap my hands!
Mama, I’m the one who’s supposed
To have walked out on you,
Left you with pain and debt.
Despair, scars, and disease ~
Well, slap my hands!

With pain and debt
Here we are again.
I can see you so clear,
Up on the L Train
And me waving from the ground.�
~ Rocky

Form ~ A magic circle
Of fire allowing content formed
In the world, a delimiting necessity of form
Following function ~ A destruction of infinite
Possibilities in place of what’s
Chosen now ~ Framing context’s next
Form. What if, to frame
Form itself? A frame of form,
Formed frame ~ An informed framework
Followed, carried out the Mission
Impossible.
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Twittering One wrote:
[snip]

Does God sleep,
Or speak?

Knock!~ Knock~!

For a long time,
I asked for God's help.
She told me, Duane.
I said, O okay ~
Read. So I did.
I wrote, too.
Just see: Me,
It's just V here! Letter ~
Snow. See?
Hanging by her white ~
Knuckled
Finger tips, from her 16th floor ledge
Over the river's east
Gate. So, like,
Know!


You can walk away anytime,
but take the stairs, no hurry.
Just walk out into the sunlight,
and leave it all behind,
and maybe settle down in some
quiet little town
and forget about everything.
..
http://users.cis.net/sammy/bakerst.htm
..
My dream is that you would come here.

Double-A