Another poem written after I returned from Korea. This poem is an attempt to realize poetically, Tim Morton’s replacement term for ‘nature’, the symbiotic real. Morton’s reasons for abandoning the word nature & the (capital N) baggage with it, is owing to the erroneous perception that nature is somewhere, or some state, we need to…
Read MoreA Critical Inquiry into the Natural/Unnatural Tensions of Manipulative Technologies
(This is arguably too long for a blog post, but I wrote it in Word & it was honestly just easier due to time constraints to dump it in one, especially owing to the footnotes. I think the ideas in here, if a little dense, are worth bearing with & attempting to absorb. I have…
Read MoreEcology of Kyne
I am currently reading Frank Herbert’s Dune. I am not an inveterate science fiction reader, despite always feeling pulled to sci-fi themes. I have been particularly affected by the death of the Imperial Majesty’s Planetolgist, & planetary ecologist of Arrakis, Liet-Kyne. The Baron Harkonnen realizing Kyne’s betrayal forces him adrift into the unforgiving density of…
Read MoreConsidering a line by Kim Seung-hee
It is worth remarking that “mense” is a shortening of menstruation, which I have heard Korean women, my ex-wife especially, say; however, I cannot further elucidate the reason, but can only speculate, if this is because menstruation is a difficult word, or if the shortening has become shorthand Konglish, thus the source becoming lost the…
Read MoreAdam Penna (10 Poems)
Originally posted on Underfoot Poetry:
How to Worship Today, a thousand fallen leaves: some yellow, some red, some green, some circling the trees. They teach us how to worship, and the wind— it lifts the worshippers. It whips them up. They seem hysterical with happiness. I am hysterical with happiness. The sun shines on my…
Ion Corcos (4 Poems)
Originally posted on Underfoot Poetry:
These Mountains In this still bay, limestone blue, the fall of mountain steep with scree. Clumps of hard grass grip the slope, shorn like valleys I have seen in eastern Turkey. Don’t tell the Greeks, don’t tell the Turks; some of them at least. The far mountains, covered in a…
Stephanie L. Harper (7 Poems)
Originally posted on Underfoot Poetry:
To the Dead White-Throated Sparrow in my driveway: Would you at least do me the courtesy of an explanation? What’s with your belly-mound-cenotaph arisen from the stony gloom spiel? And why this exquisite bundle of yours, with its still-tender russets folded in the unbounded repose of a napping cherub, as…
Hunger (8:39 a.m.)
Hunger (8:39 a.m.) …I remember clearly… lepers from Bible sermons made me tickle stomached —I never read the passages alone even when mother underlined them to be read before I slept | I could summarize them enough to get away without reading them again : nature never bites off more than it can chew. “The…
Read MoreIrena Hergottova (7 Poems)
Originally posted on Underfoot Poetry:
Nothing of Me on the Moon The moon where I live sucks up all darkness, it’s a pond upside down. The moon that I know casts a circle of brightness, a Chinese lantern in the sky. Like a pot of honey never falling, she just sits there, waiting for my…
The trail to Bongjeongam
(Bongjeongam is a temple complex set pretty deep in the mountain range of Seorak in the North East of Korea. Monks go there to live & study, as it is more remote than most temples. Last September i spent 10 days wandering around these mountains with a Man Dressed like a Forest. This is quite…
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