until language completes itself as cyclical silence
- andrew mossin
Blessed are we the ephemeral who can contemplate movement as an image of eternity and follow intently the parabola of the arrow until it is buried beneath the line of the horizon.

- José Lezama Lima
A poem: an aviary without cages.
Gustaf Sobin
The muses don't descend: they're omnipresent.
- Gustaf Sobin
He spoke
I listened.
I spoke,
he listened.
In between
we both
heard almost
nothing. 

robert lax
sometimes i’ve tried to see more than i saw
robert lax
to be “enlightened” is not to shine; nor to bring multitudes to the hill
where one sits cross-legged, to listen.

it is rather to know what one is doing (& even, perhaps, to enjoy it).

- robert lax
one
moment
passes

another
comes on

how
was
was

how
is
is

how
will
be
will
be

was
wasn't

is
isn't

will be
won't

robert lax
when i play house
i don’t play
either the poppa
or the mama

it’s more
as though i was playing
i was
the house

robert lax
“are you a visitor?” asked
the dog.

“yes,” i answered.
“only a visitor?” asked
the dog.

“yes,” i answered.

“take me with you,” said
the dog.

- robert lax
A problem in design
Robert Lax
 
what if
you like
to draw
big flowers,

but what
if some
sage has
told you
that
there is
nothing
more
beautiful

nothing
more
beautiful

than a
straight
line
?

what should
you draw:
big flowers?
straight lines?

i think
you should
draw

big flowers
big flowers

big flowers
big flowers

big flowers
big flowers

big flowers
big flowers

until
they become
a straight
line.
Beware
by AR

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I wait for the word that has already left.
Jean Daive
The fact of love is always a lack.
Anne Carson