Adapting

Miltonic

A body of embodiment. 

A poetic embodied body. 

An embodied body of poetry. 

Embodying Milton: a body of poems. 

I shall tell y’all

I shall tell you all?

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Paradise

My Paradise/garden postlapsarian 

built with 

labor but 

following nature cultivating. 

The Dr. Huey principle: 

It’s not what you 

wanted but

it’s what you have and

it’s good

Wallowing 

in providence enjoying 

its gifts

each day 

is different

rejoice in the gifts

that day has to offer

•••••

Plums, eaten

I acknowledge and bewail 

my manifold positionalities

Which I this time have committed

In thoughts, word, and slow read post

Against our class social contract.… The very memory of them

Is embarrassing to me. Forgive all that at last

I had 650 words worth of rant and so I figured I could cut out 150 words easy and have some solid relatively non-offensive 500 words worth but when I cut out the opinionated rant parts I was down to 375 words and I didn’t have time to develop one of my more bland points further so I had to paste back in one of my potentially offensive points sorry sorry sorry

Borrowing the sacred

Communion liturgy

Which I guess could be offensive also

But maybe only Marian would be offended?

And she says and I believe her

That she likes being offended

So it’s all good

Kinda

•••••

I did not know

Milton writing poems thinking living practicing was there all along.

Me loving literature avoiding 

literature classes don’t

tell me what to think. analyze 

before we can interact personally

Person to art

Like when I go to the Prado

I don’t want to hear the stupid 

comments personal

opinions of others interrupting my interaction.

Unless it’s Spaniards

Thanking deep and slow

Philosophizing

Enthusing on the layers of paint and meaning

In las Meninas

To their own progeny

a conversation with the artist 

gone by 

•••••

Flamboyant and extravagant 

He came wearing sunglasses 

in case you legislators get any bright ideas. 

I laughed all the way from Spain

But then 

Everest

lost sense lost toes 

won’t discuss it 

until practically too late and then

Blaming his party. Well

Even parties have rules and norms

Liberty libertarian but stuffy in a suit

Statistically significant, nonetheless.

Progress but not progressive.

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Oh the Horror

Wesley expunging entire chunks of

PL weighed in the scales found 

too heavy with 

classical references

I’ve had the same urge and reaction a veces to

the renaissance peacock display of

classical roots  and 

are we any better: Our version

tears up a text 

dripping bloody red lines 

bold over-explaining and miss explaining

 Milton does not either 

invite us to view the Holy Spirit 

copulating with creation 

what the hell ever even

 hardcopy text 

ordered

•••••

Sleeping in:  

dreamt I was fishing in deep water but it didn’t seem it was the ocean. I could feel like I got something – I felt the gratifying tug on the line. The point of view shifted and I could see under the water where there were medium to small sized sharks that I was fishing for. – I was fishing for shark and I pulled it up it was fairly small two or 3 feet. We had a restaurant or I worked in one and I took it back. The manager held the shark up for others to see they could have fresh shark to eat. But then: the shark had cats eyes and was lying on the ground where I had laid it on the bedroom carpet, it and it was playing with the cats and the cat friendly and playing with it and I started to cry and I didn’t want to see it die after all. Wanted to put the shark back in the water so we would fill a bucket of water and take them back even if it was too late I had to try was so sad I had already become attached to that shark. I had a good chance the shark had a good chance but things were moving a bit slow and I woke up and I saved this dream I saved the shark.

The Saga Mind

M.I. Steblin-Kamenskij

(a found poem)

A popular form of exposition has been adopted in this book, not because it imparts the right to by-pass difficult problems or to oversimplify them, but on the contrary, because it permits concentration on the essence of the problems examined and does no encumber the exposition with retelling the works of others, with enumerating names, dates and facts, with references, with footnotes, and the other ballast inevitable in any work intended for scholarly specialists.

Chapters

Is there a point to literary history?

What is truth?

Where are the limits of the human personality?

What is form and what is content?

What is good and what is evil?

Can time be stable and what is death?

Is it worthwhile to return from the other world?

Disability

Disabled

diss   abled

dissed

this abled

abled this way

this ability

•••••

On the spectrum

Methodistic

Ritualized many times

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons

I know, I know: 

the voices

Dying

Fallen a dying fall

So how should I?

A disorderly life

worth living.

•••••

Masking

I read some religious thinker article

On the kaleidoscope of visions and 

divisions in modern Christianity and found

myself

Not narrowly evangelical not 

fundamentalist

Credal traditional orthodox nonetheless

Ecumenical open 

to the divinity expressed

and acknowledged in other paths and faiths

The label:

Neo orthodox period for once

A label fit

But

The first time I used it to a thinker/scholar at a conference they looked at me like I was crazy

So

It didn’t work after all sigh

This is how we on the spectrum learn 

to mask dropped 

that line dropped that term oh well

•••••

Cruising

Lord we are able our spirits are thine remold them make us like thee divine thy guiding radiance above us shall be are you able still the master whispers down eternity and the sturdy dreamers answer now as then in Galilee Lord we are able

Brace yourself to go to bed

It feels good to lie down

The feet numb will wear off

Debris in position

Driving further to be S bed

Letting the car drive itself

Shift into gear be on cruise

Cruising peeking at the mountains

Relishing the sky

The dome above us 

below the hills 

locally flat

•••••

Insomnia

N Somnia

Get

Coffee

in

Body

Must

Methodistic:

methodism. I do not even

 attend I am 

inattentive  Embodied 

disembodied. Out.

 South cast OutKast oh worship 

I Don’t

worship the screen. 

Cantankerous. Divergent Neuro 

divergent 

I can’t 

not look. 

•••••

We went back the

whole photo-op family

re-enacting decades ago

taking up an entire pew

I held out nearly

didn’t go

I can’t not look

I can’t not look

I CAN’T NOT LOOK

the screens the

screams screaming at

me    I 

held a red hymnal in 

front of my face nearly 

the whole time

•••••

Belonging

The world is my parish

The world is my classroom

The world is my church

A garden/cathedral

Have no fear

•••••

Work

Do all the good you can

The kingdom come

 in every way you can

Thy will be done

As long as you can

On earth as it is in heaven

•••••

The snakey hiss

Of trespasses trespasses

From the whole congregation

As a body

Embodying and moving past

Befallen reptile reptile brain

but we are new 

creatures divine 

in Christ living new being new acknowledging that hiss

Embodying that former hiss

And then

led not into temptation

But delivered from evil

•••••

Milton, Wesley 

and me

the worst help me

to be the

best (I can be)

circuit riders and croakers

the west and the frontier

the stigmatized

despised

church of the poor and blacks

even having women preach

praying exhorting

promiscuously

Meditative

Awake

The morning sun

streaming in

through the window 

gives

me strength.

•••••

Dreams

 eyes open Sleeping.

Building dreams and thoughts

learning the language of stars

dreams.

I dreamt I was awake looking at the stars standing outside

I dreamt I was asleep and woke up sleeping

•••••

Lead us not:

defragging detritus dreams

throw them in the trash

the iconic trash icon

recognizing all the while

I am empowered by the creator of the universe

I am endowed with free will and creativity

I can choose

what I think about and dwell on.

•••••

Cristo, muerto, sostenido por un ángel. 

Alberto Cano

first 

thought: dying

 is easy living

 is hard.

Familiarizing

Dreams

I saw teams of devils lined up against me football-style

Daddy said just

tell them here

meet my

friend Jesus

which

worked.

•••••

Sensical Nonsense

La Acequia

A woman

Red sweatshirt hoodie jogging

Her mule no wait three women jogging five mules various sizes

On leads

And one miniature miniature pony