The Hylozoist

The Hylozoist

Does one atom of hydrogen give birth to another atom of hydrogen?

Do universes meet in cocktail lounges over shots of vodka and beer?

Does one thing lead to another until one of them asks, “My place or yours?”

Why aren’t there selfish nuclear reactors whose teleology is to go forth and multiply

until they cover the planet and dispense with humankind?

Are ants campaigning to be the next great apes, husbanding atomic aphids and milking them for electric power?

Is the moon in her barren milkiness protectress of earth from stinging meteors?

Is she Diana, chaste huntress of asteroids?

When worlds age do they retire to Mexico, learn a little Spanish,
and read the Aztec Gazette?

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Herbstspaziergang

Herbstspaziergang

It is not the point of a poem
to persuade an idle moment of September.

What time is it in your world?

There is simply no one here to tell you
there is another year on Mars
when the canals that are not canals
bloom with Martian mushrooms.

Because there is thinking have you thought?

Because there is love have you loved?

Because there is Spring does it mean there is no equator?

Trees wrap their arms warmly about themselves
discovering sunrise.

Eyes see deeper light in briefer days.

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Aphrodisiac Telephone

Aphrodisiac Telephone

Dali says:

There is a Mexican mystic
Who paints only the rear ends
Of hugely corpulent Indian women
bulging like tumescent tamales.

And I am that mystic pillowed in prehistory
Who riding behind inflames the hydrocarbons
Of your eyes and becomes Venus
To your flesh.

Gala stares blankly and says:

Narcissus.

Dali says:

The vegetative axis of the blastula
Arises from the egg prick of my
Spermatozoic brush where begins
The enantiomorphism of our mirror.

Lobster have big and little hands,
Left and right, and are golden green
With tetrahedra between veinous thighs,
Like yesterday’s rent.

Gala stares blankly and says:

Tiresias.

Dali says:

I sport vibrissae on my upper lip,
One for each of your legs, and wax fair
In the holy eucharist of your public hair,
Like an ass braying in the wilderness.

Barren in poesy,
You are Zeus gravid with Milky Way,
Unhatting the foreskin of the wine-dark sea,
Czaress of aubergine.

Gala breathes like firestone and says:

Prometheus.

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The Mansion (Q.E.D)

"A mansion has many rooms,"

said James.


"There were many things going on

during the time of the bombings,"

said James Jesus.


"I am not privy to who struck John,"

said James Jesus Angleton.

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Huo (火)

"The atrabilious, like long-distance throwers, owing to the vehemence of their natures, hit their aim. And owing to their mobile disposition they have a quick fancy for sequence. For as Philaegides in his poems and insane persons recite and think out sequences that depend on similarity, as illustrated in the song of Aphrodite, so these dreamers string together a series of events. for owing to their passionate nature they are not swerved aside by extraneous movements...."

[Aristotle tr.Hammond]

Shui (水)

Shui (水)

It is the way of woman to flow

as the moon on water,

as the willow softens with wind,

as clover at dusk whispers with dew.

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Es Gibt

And so we pretend to talk
as we walk forward toward nowhere,
footing the bill for all in coin of the realm,
whelmed by empty air:
















"At the root of all, a coming into being of not one damned or blessed thing..."

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N.B. The Chinese is a line from the Sixth Patriarch, Hui-Neng.