mike dickman....

night.

here empty sky shaping all the air a gentle tinkling of bells

sudden rattling bone on bone

immense space

here friendly old fatigue comes climbing up my back and in my ears and eyes his sands a dusting the sudden golem presence of the always late corps physique with its age old aches and pains, bladders and bowels that want emptying this scratched that probed or fed or otherwise distracted this presencing forth lost in forty-second street a nerve-print city with its locks and burrowing ways door on door on door always closed always opening onto some such utter wonder the miracle is no-one sees

the shapes the sounds the exquisite doings of the brain misting like film on water sky-flower slow-motion exploding down a couple of million aeons in your hand

nothing

meaningless archipelagos is and

fjord into the greying seas

time prints doggedly on

at right angles to horizons

in any sense of that word

first and second fingertips joined

joined thumbtips (one mercurochrome red)

triangle

of vital heat ablaze

above the mind-machines of mankind

i ching tonight inscrutable

water on water

endless sodden sound

on the carpet

gathering in dreams

surrounded by bits of tomorrow

cold sweat

we tore ourselves down

stripped light and days

ripped out and hung on air

nerve

fashioned aeons long

washed back like tide

endless meaningless corridors

long as vision

the jetsam wrack and

interminable chthonic winding

burst blazing

into exquisite amphorae of meaning

worlds ajewel with half-grasped radiance

inhabited all worlds and all the world from

infinitessimal up

& infinity down

each particle

blazing

seismic simultaneity

questing we have tasted the bread and the salt

questing drunk oceans of space

burned in icy flames

drowned in fire

stone could not hold us

nor earth endure

we set sail beyond stars

where suns spin as dust

and on the pinprick skies

rode wave

upon wave

upon wave

upon wave

this

you deny

this

you deny

the sun & the moon

singing

in your veins

your form

a dancing veil

froth and flux

unto the air

where the skies are sailing

this

unsought

this simplelight

clearer this than spring water

this

unfailing

I watch her tear herself apart upon the lawn. The hands, one and another, weighing. Quicksilver. Bounce-offs. Gagaku weaves behind and the grunted nod.

Jewelled detail, tasted into... Tempo slows... ricocheting mind-spin... How to be in a position... outside any system... out of the blue... It falters as the even more weighs in... Un peuple un homme... Anybody and everybody and maybe oneself... Names of great men...

But audience demands dictate the language

That my children have access to the most valuable - know how to get it around how to find it to be true to myself but at the same time give them access to the finding the earning a living.

o ship of the easter moon a-sailing

seven dreamers trim your sails

can you say me true

where the wind goes to be lonely?

far above the ghettoed earth

the moon lay a-bleeding

light breaks across the thousand mile sky

today i light one thousand lamps

watching amazed as a frozen tree weeps

for your swift return

slantwise on air

and fat as snow

silver beads skim sides of gusting wind

on backdrops of

luminous green

the fleeting concrete

smacking drops

sparkle the skin

golden in the darkness

& moving the other way

in the days

and the hedge by the door

i see clear

brinded ghost-dog

snuffling the roots of my life

to startled glance

and closer observation

nothing there

pictures of light

the small fragile beings that break like waves on endless wheels of hope and fear

pictures of light

the mountains of bone, flesh, shit, oceans of tear, blood, serum, piss, snot, pus;

vast étendu of hide, strand and sieve of nerve, sinew, vein,

and the tangling net of hair

* * *

pictures of light

the grappling fingers, nails that scrabble and tear

at coffin-lid, sand and stone,

and against

the night

endless, the shuffling procession

of dust

the eternal horror

of engulfment

so soon

snuffed

out

* * *

pictures

of light

these

stars

the roar of sun,

boat of moon,

the sky

pictures of light

the golden birds flying up,

sparks of molten fire beneath predawn streetlamp

* * *

the too-large eyes in the too-big head that rocks

above tomorrow's corpse of stick and sail

the fragile chitin form

dead beetle in my hand

* * *

endless recitation

sound void inseparable

endless outpour

labyrinthine mandala

endless enactment

of the sky

* * *

today i see

golden boy with face like the sun

a little girl with the stars on her face and the skies beneath her brow

the mock and turn of flowers

tonight i am dancing in circles

circles

image

of

image

in open sky

weight of air

bends

beneath white wing

this

and this

unfold

endlessly

like

a birthing venus

from sea green

covers and mists

rust and

cinnabar

stepping

naked

and wise as seals

to the phone

what is this

flower

sudden sprung

between

vast columns

of supporting

vine?

shy succulent

or

labial

lotus

bhaga

shocking

sweet this

abysmal cleft this

ocean home

of all the

starseed

universe

strange corners of the soul

beckon

the ever-ready

need

seeks

control

i

ride

the fragile bark

of

breath

that

is

no

breath

unminding

depths

stir

within a

moveless

sea

these lights

pour

purling

pearling

on space

& far

beyond

sight

this

white

deep red

this

pure blue

this gold

profoundest of greens

lit

as it were

from within

dance

in patterns

dragon

fast & slow

weave

all & everything

To Myths, Tales & Poems
for the Jung at Heart

To JUNG CIRCLE

Updated 31 oct, 98

dm