chaos & flukes (3 parts++)

[Senna Jawa]

CHAOS & FLUKES
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i am lost

it's high and low
it's hot and cold
it's wet and dry
and grounded and skied
and here is a tree
and there is another
and stones and sand
and grass and flowers
and oil and gold
and salt and coal
and rains and snow ...
it's time to go home
to find our way
to be safe

in a jungle we see
so little but so much
we need a poet
to code a stanza

ships sail
under stanzas
a jungle of stanzas
years thousands

from night
moon extracts
the shore

but only for those
who close their eyes
to see a rose

forests burn
children die
stars explode

poetry does
NOT rule
but let
eyes smile
to a fra
gile
==rose
​

wh,
1988​

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[Senna Jawa]

chaos & flukes, p.1

CHAOS & FLUKES
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i know
Archimedes lived
two thousand years ago

thus i am humble
i feel respect

two thousand years ago
Archimedes had explained why
it's easier to swim than fly

and he understood
the needs of bounds when
you cannot exactly compute

Archimedes was a giant
he could raise the Earth

but here i am
a particle of the incomprehensible Universe
i am talking to myself
if you overhear me
i'll be glad

i've sent pigeons
to Archimedes
he sent them back
on perfectly parabolic orbits
they were flying circles
around stubborn me

thus i don't want you
to believe me
and i don't mean
to convince

to Archimedes
there was
SENSE
ORDER
but Archimedes was killed by a soldier​

wh,
1988​

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[Senna Jawa]

chaos & flukes, p2

CHAOS & FLUKES
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(2)​

priest Copernicus died before
his Revolutions were printed for people
first he wished to present his opus
to GOD

but church condemned the work of Copernicus
burned Giordano Bruno
and chained knees to the ground
of Galileo

the things tend
to be simple when
we don't mean
to understand

the life felt simple
when Earth was in the middle
of an ignorant plain cosmos
when Earth was served
by one Sun
and one Moon

one winter
Galileo saw four graceful moons
competing for the attention
of distant Jupiter

a magician's cold crystal ball of cosmos
became a tropical jungle
Galileo
tried to contain the cosmic tigers
with the whip of Mathematics

Galileo Galileo
did you did you after all
want a better crystal ball?
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wh,
1988​

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[Senna Jawa]

Please, continue.

It must be a part of chaos that I stopped my series so soon. Twenty six years ago. Despite plans to cover the history all the way till now.

I'll look for my other poems which relate to chaos. If you like, find your own, or write them even these days, and post them in this thread. That's what "...++" means.

There are two types of poems which address chaos. Some poems, like the series above, present chaos. The other type are themselves chaotic--but always artistic. Chaos should not serve as a pretext for writing artistically sloppily.

Thus the first type are artistically well ordered, while the other poems display perhaps high entropy. Of course one can combine and mix the two ideas.

 

[twelveoone]

It must be a part of chaos that I stopped my series so soon. Twenty six years ago. Despite plans to cover the history all the way till now.

I'll look for my other poems which relate to chaos. If you like, find your own, or write them even these days, and post them in this thread. That's what "...++" means.

There are two types of poems which address chaos. Some poems, like the series above, present chaos. The other type are themselves chaotic--but always in an artistic order. Chaos should not serve as a pretext for writing artistically sloppily.

Thus the first type are artistically well ordered, while the other poems display perhaps high entropy. Of course one can combine and mix the two ideas.

well thanks for the invite,
but would you care to elucidate further the sentence in bold, before I begin to hallucinate a meaning
cha·os
[key-os] Show IPA
noun
1.
a state of utter confusion or disorder; a total lack of organization or order.
2.
any confused, disorderly mass: a chaos of meaningless phrases.
3.
the infinity of space or formless matter supposed to have preceded the existence of the ordered universe.
4.
( initial capital letter ) the personification of this in any of several ancient Greek myths.
5.
Obsolete . a chasm or abyss.

ar·tis·tic
[ahr-tis-tik] Show IPA
adjective
1.
conforming to the standards of art; satisfying aesthetic requirements: artistic productions.
2.
showing skill or excellence in execution: artistic workmanship.
3.
exhibiting taste, discriminating judgment, or sensitivity: an artistic arrangement of flowers; artistic handling of a delicate diplomatic situation.
4.
exhibiting an involvement in or appreciation of art, especially the fine arts: He had wide-ranging artistic interests.
5.
involving only aesthetic considerations, usually taken as excluding moral, practical, religious, political, or similar concerns: artistic principles.

slop·py
[slop-ee] Show IPA
adjective, slop·pi·er, slop·pi·est.
1.
muddy, slushy, or very wet: The field was a sloppy mess after the rain.
2.
splashed or soiled with liquid.
3.
careless; loose: sloppy writing.
4.
untidy; slovenly: sloppy clothes; a sloppy eater.
5.
overly emotional; gushy: sloppy sentimentality.

Do you mean...?
Whatever you want it to mean?

The word in language is half someone elses’s […] Language is not a neutral medium that passes freely and easily into the private property of the speaker’s intentions: it is populated – overpopulated – with the intentions of others. Expropriating it, forcing it to submit to one’s own intentions and accents, is a difficult and complex process. - Bakhtin

 

[Tsotha]

Do you mean...?
Whatever you want it to mean?

*raises hand, fidgets* Ooooh I know this one!

 

[Senna Jawa]

monk--wh, 1995-10-23

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monk​

marginal monk get lost!
others are handicapped
hence they exist
and for you
sunlight bends and nights
delight you too much

police sirens pierce downtown non-stop
the spittle never dries on sidewalks
the sickening energy of burritos and hamburgers
fuels the city
and you
vege-kosher-turkey-tarian
wouldn't show up on a Kodak picture​

wh,
1995-10-23​

 

[twelveoone]

It must be a part of chaos that I stopped my series so soon. Twenty six years ago. Despite plans to cover the history all the way till now.

I'll look for my other poems which relate to chaos. If you like, find your own, or write them even these days, and post them in this thread. That's what "...++" means.

There are two types of poems which address chaos. Some poems, like the series above, present chaos. The other type are themselves chaotic--but always artistic. Chaos should not serve as a pretext for writing artistically sloppily.

Thus the first type are artistically well ordered, while the other poems display perhaps high entropy. Of course one can combine and mix the two ideas.

presenting chaos

Joke
bytwelveoone©

What a joke, lighting votive candles at your Church
of Smoke and Shitful Sorrows. Pitiful, endless
parades of chimeras issue like froth.. Aye, tis harder,
for a camel - a cheap cigarette, perhaps, want one?
You can surround yourself with smoke like a cancer
and eat at all that surrounds us. A tissue? Wipe
your ass, wipe your eyes, dainty gloved assplug.

Want a punchline? We all wind up in a bigger hole
than you've ever been dear; we'll make it a contest,
run, baby, run. Run, it's crush time, I'm laughing.
And we all know how lucky I am. When laughing.

You are right, assplug, should read buttplug, that was sloppy
....Aye, tis harder,
harder, for a camel - a cheap cigarette, perhaps, want one?
and the second harder makes it even more chaotic, did good taste prevent me from living up too my full potential here?

 

[Tsotha]

presenting chaos

Joke
bytwelveoone©

What a joke, lighting votive candles at your Church
of Smoke and Shitful Sorrows. Pitiful, endless
parades of chimeras issue like froth.. Aye, tis harder,
for a camel - a cheap cigarette, perhaps, want one?
You can surround yourself with smoke like a cancer
and eat at all that surrounds us. A tissue? Wipe
your ass, wipe your eyes, dainty gloved assplug.

Want a punchline? We all wind up in a bigger hole
than you've ever been dear; we'll make it a contest,
run, baby, run. Run, it's crush time, I'm laughing.
And we all know how lucky I am. When laughing.

You are right, assplug, should read buttplug, that was sloppy
....Aye, tis harder,
harder, for a camel - a cheap cigarette, perhaps, want one?
and the second harder makes it even more chaotic, did good taste prevent me from living up too my full potential here?

I was going to write a poem about order that arises from chaos, and patterns, and how it's actually order that comes across as "chaos", but your take is much better than mine. Bravo.

 

[Senna Jawa]

fate

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fate

meant to be a
teacher preacher politician
i failed my
sis and bro and you

in my golden dream
you shine like a jar of pennies
not like a bowl of sweets
wine dripping dripping

away away away
soon i will dive
to the bottom of a deep well
the wisdom stone already caressing my fingers

and i will bury this diamond deeper​

wh,
2014-05-08
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