Why did the world begin to turn on axles
of hendecasyllables? A beat off each
side. Everyone | every instance on one side
or another | literature— get your terms out |
pass back n’ forth | critic. To keep me warm | in
winter’s belly | i picture root vegetables.
The word | not a plurality | just one | rests
on the tip of my tongue—a caterpillar
dawdling at the rim of a leaf | y’know that
irritation?— a word like eczema: itching
improves the irritation’s longevity.

The sun | climbs in the soil like a man into
a monkey suit. To say every word in the
dictionary at the same time means nothing |
it doesn’t make a single word to best all
words— more | a moan of agon besting all form.
Words pinch the gaps between themselves—soil by sun |
critic by term | root by soil | caterpillar
by chlorophyll | word by word & you by me
: the blind led by the blind led by the word led
by sentence after sentence strung by the law
of grammar’s | motive like the need to make lunch.

Posted by:DPM

DPM is an idea-logue (sic) and object-oriented speculative realist, attempting to be response-able in an irresponse-able society.

13 thoughts on “Why did the world begin…

  1. In the beginning was the word…

    and the word was most certainly onomatopoeic — which is why we can have words that sound like we see them in our heads (such as eczema and lunch!), and also poems that look symmetrically like they sound syllabically…😀


    1. You noticed the structure of the poem, o happy day. i thought it was going to be another of my nuances that goes unnoticed.
      i wanted to convey some of the psyche’s system in the 11 syllable structure: the 5 syllables either side being the duality of man & the “axle” being the Big Other, Self, God, the Monad, Nature; anything sort of like the word Mulungu to the Yao of Africa, or Wakondo to the Sioux, a word with many meanings, which much revolves around, because the word though used for objects in their cosmogony, is to us a concept; nevertheless useful in its creative reach & meaningful to the creation of symbols. For them, because it is infused in all things, it is “mystery”. i read Jung a lot.
      My poetry deals a lot with what makes us human these days. i became very focused on the unlikeliness of my humanity after reading Camus & thus on how remarkable it is that we are not really animals.

      1. I dare say, you left a big, fat clue in the form of “hendecasyllables,” which was begging to be investigated.

        Indeed, in listening for, responding to, and letting ourselves be spoken by the creative life force that is Word, or Lógos, we find ourselves on the way to discovering the Truth and the Life of inhabiting our god-selves.

      2. O yes, the clue was there for the taking, i wanted it to be found, but then it still risks not being brought to the reader’s fore if they skim read.

        Though i am not interested in religious experience, i am interested in psychological experience, or perhaps existential experience is better, & Jung just seems to be right about so much.

      3. Hallelujah! Basking in Jung’s uncanny observational prowess and insights into collective consciousness is my kind of religious experience. 😇

  2. Beautiful thoughts and startling expressions, Daniel, the mixture of the world with your writing’s self description. 💙 What the sun did is stuck in my head.

    1. Glad you got something from it Steve, that’s always my intention: to give something “startling” but which can be enjoyed, even used. i want people to think “i could do that”, then try, fail & realize that it isn’t as easy as it seems. Sounds cruel doesn’t it.

      1. You’ve definitely got it happening, Daniel. Not cruel, “the sincerest form of flattery,” and I appreciate that you want the final product to seem to be easily done, natural, like a ballet performance, say. That doesn’t take much work, hahaha.

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