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the worst is yet to come

 

A threat

to the immense tracts of forest

that ring the Northern Hemisphere

grim proof

the worst is yet to come.

 

Vast stands of spruce and other resinous trees

the resinous trees of the boreal zone

become more susceptible to fire

intense fires that are nearly impossible to control.

 

Forest fires are a natural part

of the history of the forest

but records

suggest they may be reaching an unnatural level of frequency and intensity.

 

“We’re kind of at a crossroads.

“We anticipate more fires, and more intense fires, in the future.”

 

The forests return to the atmosphere.

 

Fig: Yet to Come

firestag_crop

 

 

text excavated from here.

–The Odalisque

 

lead gray shadow

lead gray shadow

this place.  maybe elsewhere?  i don’t know.  somewhere was home.

my fantastic unbelonging.  now what.  i am always here.

why does the phoenix (6–tap tap beautiful)

  1. phoenix is a one-note bird.
  2. that note is on fire.
  3. bedside candle.
  4. no paper no pen.
  5. can’t write down dreams.
  6. owl listens, omni-ambient headphones around omni-acoustical eyes.
  7. odalisque your pillow is on fire.  lie down.  sleep.

 

 

taptapwhowillbe

tap tap, who will be beautiful, flesh sockets packed with black?

so beautiful, gnarled stick

the gods prize whose skin whose eye?

you’ll find time harsh because-of beauty

youth pulped, cored.

want seeds.  want soil.

[upper aside]: cracks melt smooth like wax

[lower aside]: blush flame, so beautiful.  balance ruin.

 

The phoenix burns billet-doux on my pillow.  Read the last one here.

why does the phoenix (billet 5)

I wake up.  Fiery pillow note yet again.  Ashy pyles.   Phoenix remains.

handwriting_thatisapun

Phoenix:

ODALISQUE:

D_intoodeep

 

 

prelimprecautions

 

fr_flower_peony

handwriting_loveme

 

<The phoenix wants me to burn, and leaves flaming billet doux on my pillow.  Read the last one here.>

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

teapot postcard 2

my teapot delivers postcards directly to my desk.

my teapot delivers postcards directly to my desk.

 

Postcard back--Phoenix

Where is my coat?

I wish I would get a real postcard from Henriette.

 

why does the phoenix (billet 3)

Why does the phoenix want to garb me in fire?  Another pile of ash on my pillow.  Phoenix fiery billet-doux.   “Things unintelligible, yet understood.”

(click to read the previous billet-doux)

billet 3


do you know what but not how?
you will lose the path
in the fog of your emotions.
do not regret the past.
understand it.

you are the mud in which a stone is sunk.
clear your mind.
pick up the stone.
wetness skeins it like marble, smooth sculpted on
what shore?
where did you find this artifact?

what you call your life
is how you avoid living.
living–the outrageous adoration, absurd affirmation
of is’ness amidst all-vanish-es.

throw the stone of your heart
into the fire.
it might be an egg or a seed
that must be scorched
before it will hatch.

flying

Fig. 1 (enough) questionnante

A series this week!  On the complex concept, “enough”

[click to enlarge]

[Fig. 1]

[Fig. 1 DETAIL]

[With words a beautiful, strange creature, all scales and song and shimmering fins, I bring out of the deep]

[for you to give you con       ]

[The beast sings in the air then submerges.  The sea folds over it.]

transparent bar

Fig. 3 (enough) enough

Part 3 of a series this week!  On the complex concept, “enough”

[click to enlarge]

[Fig. 3: Perspective]

enough frayed rope flayed eel

enough_text_etc

[for years a frayed rope tied to a timber]

[floats in the tide like a flayed eel]

[etc.]

why does the phoenix (billet 2)

Wake up.  The phoenix staked another billet-doux through my pillow with a splinter of arrowwood.

It is on fire.

Wake up.

Fizzling like a sparkler.

Burning Door

Billets hard to hold through waking.   They sizzle at the edge of dream.   Wake up.   They burn themselves out.  Pillow ash brings intense, peripheral feelings, mis-sequenced, uncertain, numinous.

(click to read the first billet-doux)

***
BURNING DOOR.  IN AND OUT AND IN
LET US BE WITH EACH OTHER
THE DAYS COUNT THEM]S[?]
STAND  BESIDE
PULL CLOSE
IT IS NICE TO BURN
(  OH
INTOXICATING THE LIGHT

be what (text excavation)

moon.  across.  sun.

seize [   ]

breath

startle.  her

flock scatters

breath [   ]  swells

[  ]  [   ]  [   ]

be what.    rush of feathers

thousand-fold

why does the phoenix want to garb me in fire?

I first asked this question in my post on fashion.

[click to enlarge]

[cued]

 


( Phoenix: no fear of darkness.  darkness/fathoms/fire.  journey/easy. it circles/home.  ODALISQUE ODALISQUE ODALISQUE/you’re afraid of fire.  I bring a light/a match/and strike it.  FORGET MYSELF AND WATCH YOU.  COLLAPSE/LIKE WAX/COLLAPSES.  AROUND AN INTERIOR FLAME.)

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