Mingled Yarn

Let’s call it mingled yarn a plurality of yarns that constitute a life any life an existence panoramic as the Pacific Jackson Pollock putting peanut butter on a piece of toast American products squeezed and promoted and liberated after great strategic effort & scissors from clamshell packaging even anguish has a price and a solution it rushes into consciousness sheets of crashing foam all of it coming apart as culture grows in density and convulsive insights at the border of cognition pop into position

Is the mind a tub of water the sensation of thought like acrobats tumbling through the air paint drooled and swirled on canvas moist clay molded by fingers circles and ovals created by sable hair brushes the sum of despair is intricately linked with a dialectic of self which is sadly limited and must be exploded into gallant truths Russian insects in Russian kitchens elbows on a table Fyodor Dostoyevsky cradling his head in his hands

Artists convened at a table talking wiggling epiphanies divulged in bright flashes drastic as a moral gargantuan trucks on a freeway this is a bikini string and this is self-knowledge bulging fiestas of therapeutic theoretical solidarity the urgency is pink the red sun is explained by a gypsy the vulvas and wagons puzzle the mind

I sit by a bundle of magazines in an era of snow literature thrusts out like water from a garden hose and permeates our arguments is there anything as international as pasta given the parameters of the desk I can only do so much but the goal is very elastic where is my mind sing the Pixies each amber bead contains a mosquito I remember that movie do you I see the roots of a very pale flower confuse themselves in the dirt like those wide swaths of white and black on a Pollock canvas paint drooling dripping rolling into thoughts of Hinduism it occurs to us words are a machine artists talking among themselves in the Louvre there’s a method to creating shadows

Protoplasm created by text and texture a sustaining drink at a water fountain in Moab the multiple movements involved in walking each fuse each wire creating a kiln of goblets for a glaze firing the kaolin is Spanish there are so many ways of standing in a room you can change the tires on a car but can you change the meanings incidental to a woman sobbing in the streets of Bagdad spans of cotton fields in Samarkand waving in a breeze you can’t know if something is true if it glitters chances are it’s a nation in Technicolor the activity of the mind is often oblique as a closet door off of its rails there’s a search for another habitable planet the surfaces buckled and tortured by magmatic intrusions and eruptions the seeming coherence of time is illusory and fraught with its own form of violence

A pretty Parisian comb in a trembling hand inspires Picasso to gravitate toward the abstract and works to get that grain painting is a way to stretch the moon’s vibrations into a goat’s horn overflowing with fruit necessities are curls of time choices enormous as space a pair of eyes radically alive provoked by correlation which is like fighting interlocking grids of cognition with dripping strands of black it’s a comfort to sink one’s hands into the dirt the heat in a pile of poplar leaves the energy of organic matter rotting the smell of it powerful as sex the prairie is so quiet at night I want to be a tractor liberation turns a corner at the end of the field matter and mind are preoccupations preconceptions solid as a glacier ancient eyes staring out of the ice

Nothing but silence surrounding the sound of my chin I’m deciding which is more important idioms or ideas idioms are ideas sensibilities idiosyncratic as a frog art chops the world into many shifting patterns I’ve embraced mountains I’ve ridden horses in crashing surf and I still don’t know what a differential equation is but I think I could love her crimson and clover conceptions are slippery as premonitions syllogisms emulate gloves salt sprinkled on meat areas expanded into retail space prepares us for prepositions expounded by the whole body an hour can go by so fast all the gymnasium was quiet certain incidents were described as plants some of them perversely lavender everything occasions an opportunity to plummet to feel granite the white horizontal genuine as a cow the extreme twist of a pretzel

Words are semantic zebras on a savannah of infinite ramification though the tread is evident implicit as a recoil and cultural as a bathrobe we’re all instinctively restless the agitations are to be expected considering the uncertainty of our situation there’s a turgidity a concern for riding horses she said as she reached for a moleskin jacket a flair for drama is useful for unloading ships on foreign shores this insight has many colors and a soft hue of insouciance for the sake of longevity revelation is uncanny because it’s uncontrollable come and look at this bug what the hell is it it’s casual as a little finger pertinent as a rib stress worn as underwear the thrill of existence riding up and down the spinal cord life isn’t planned it just happens it’s natural to enjoy a worm they’re good for the dirt nature is everywhere you’re nature I’m nature it’s in our nature walls underwater fragile as toadstools meaning contained in a word like yolk in an egg