From An Us To A Y’all
Or, Perhaps We Ought Play Bridge
a poem by a Faust
a serendipity Divine is success at being other-halféd
complex, beautiful, & wondrous, an earnéd grace, it is
part sublime philosophy, part just — comfy & well fed
part, at the pub, of throwing knives engravéd hers & his
Acknowledgement
or, Sine Qua Non
Like an acknowledgement quite written while its work is still but — gleam
this from the hip opinion might be called lazy, selfish, worse
— by idiots alone. Notwithstanding how it seem
I know well to whom I owe my thankfulness for any skill at verse.
There is the subject, & the object, & there is also the — objective
There are those who help revision, help me focus, & refine
But there would be — well, nothing, save my own muted perspective
If I hadn’t grown within the wit with which I choose combine
O thou from my birth attendant, O ability discoveréd, Divine!
O friendship ever present, O Joy immeasurable on finding,
O that which moves within me, to whose mine own thoughts incline
O Spirit I must & always thank you, & should never need reminding:
My go to illustration of philosophical supervenience
Is any other thing soever to my mind,
&… my own
GENIUS.
to Mo
Or, As if you needed convincing, one reason among many
the world is better with you in it
easier to keep away
the stupid mindless evil when
it threatens overwhelm my day
better looking at the ugly
when i think what you might say
better knowing something funny
sometimes i forget to play
not that anyone is perfect
certainly nobody here
but i never saw a human defect
make you change your love for fear
as if to show how seeing maybe
better finds a way to cope
& in this world such solidarity
is the same for me as hope
PART ONE WAS PRINTED ON WHITE SILK DYED WITH HERBS AND SPICES AND LOVE ON THE 16TH
PART TWO WAS PAINSTAKINGLY PHOTOSHOPPED ON THE 19TH
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"Matt Gaetz 100% Baby Porcine," a faustian mosaic Tuesday, April 6, 2021Monday, April 5, 2021Sunday, April 4, 2021Lesser Ritual – written by the poet as a young woman, c. Easter 1990𝕷𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗 𝕽𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝔟𝔶 𝔧𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔱  extant via : #APAtheosis, a #nyc& #santacruz #AmateurPressAlliance #photocopy #zine c. Easter 1990 (never before seen online) In Honor of The Great .'. Work.'. That It Be Accomplished. Friday, April 2, 2021Twitter Husbandry, Or, Follow Back Pls
Twitter Husbandry Or, Follow Back Pls (a reply in imperfect rhyming verse) by a female Faust
“WILL WRITE FOR SHORT-LIVED ADORATION”. —@TimCushing
O you who would've yet writing been to accrue more of such adoration as when dies as it must lays the next moment hollow too few new could've that insight seen, as we do, for as much sustentation —alike apprizing, I trust, may context merit a follow
Tuesday, March 30, 2021Initiation, Or The Mystery Of The House Of God
a poem by a Faust: Initiation or, the Mystery of the House of God & when at last i hold the key after searching, & searching, & feeling lost i wonder was it wrong of me to value thresholds never crossed & when at last i try the lock without once stopping thinking twice i find i barely had to knock in fact a whisper would suffice & when — at last — an opened door — no more of would or could or might i wonder what i waited for Time is & always has been right & when, at last, my steps are through no failing -- no trying -- no fear no fear i find i only needed to
to see a thing familiar here.
written over the course of more than a decade, beginning circa 1991 Tuesday, March 23, 2021𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 (𝑶𝒓, 𝑰𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑰𝒇 𝑰𝒔) : 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝐹𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡
 Song Of A Moonday Child Called (Or, Is Faire If Is) a fair etail by a Faust
Alone We must dream as we're waiting Alone But we live as we're dreaming Alone All one day after living Alone Do we live as we dream Child of the Night, Daughter of the Moon, Wandering all alone, Growing up too soon She learns how to feel, how spaces exquisite unfold Just between your eyes, or down around your heart, Catches when too shallow breathing is caught up in your throat Half-lost she listens for where thunder's expected She fast hears that all-zu-menschliches rhythm detected But transposed strangely has stranger & stranger become It makes her own heart beat colder Alone She once left to be leaving Alone She has been into being Alone She is seen to be seeming Alone (Iamoknowhereshow) & so by this Imagination, measure well (Iamoknowhereshow) By how much it echoes fainter (Iamoknowhereshow) By that much feel it stronger (Iamoknowhereshow) Should she rest for a while (Iamoknowhereshow) At the side in your heat (Iamoknowhereshow) Could confessions beguile (Iamoknowhereshow) (held fast she'll confide, (Iamoknowhereshow) Let loose she'll retreat) (Iamoknowhereshow) Child of the Night, Daughter of the Moon, Wandering all alone, Growing up too soon (Iamoknowhereshow) Because your world is round, (Iamoknowhereshow) or still, it notices (Iamoknowhereshow) her turning & returning (Iamoknowhereshow) advises her vices (Iamoknowhereshow) Tossed before them, hurled, (Iamoknowhereshow) it will have her (Iamoknowhereshow) Perhaps conceal (Iamoknowhereshow) but what concerns her Sometimes return but what reveals her Alone She once left to be leaving Alone She has been into being Alone She is seen to be seeming Alone Child of the Night, Daughter of the Moon, Wandering all alone, Growing up too soon Alone We must dream as we're waiting Alone But we live as we're dreaming Alone All one day after living Alone Do we live as we dream Do we live as we dream Do we live as we dream Alone Friday, March 19, 2021To A Sweet Youth, Or, You Have No Idea
 To A Sweet Young Man Or, You Have No Idea How things seem changed to me Contexts conspire, rearrange the way i see the things i saw not them but i have been redrawn, prioritized, & i - i do not think myself (thank God) unwilling Like some grown up Wendy Darling, to question why, but wonder — comparable? I ask the opened window — am I able? Peter, neither cruel nor heartless, wonders why I think I’m too stiff & weak & heavy to fly Be seeing you. Thursday, March 18, 2021Sunday, March 14, 2021For My Godmother Revised, With Roses — A Sonnet By A Faust
 Sonnet for my Godmother (perhaps unfinished) Neither, itself, perfection impossible (proving me, perhaps, passably wise) would this seem, to me, surely, were it meant for just any one -- this, that I am compelled, yet again, (yet again!) to revise -- no, nor, if’t seemed even half so literally incapable of being done. Knowing this is no help at all, notwithstanding my knowing it well; that-and-a-phone-call is calling you; you who first proved to me someone could care, could love, without twisting that love to force, or defraud, or compel, that Love is in fact not about proof at all ; love is about being there -- -- & about patience, & listening. Well. Because this verse but begins what I would you are due; Because would I could wield for my own godchildren my Love with your skill; Because intention emulates the there whose first being I learned through you, or should I say, thought I had learned — or "wanted to”? — or "am still”? ------------------------------- & maybe, just maybe -- is it really so much? I might — finally — have learned about — staying — in touch. Saturday, March 6, 2021Tolling, Or, Self Portrait With Recent Death
Wishing I could cry. Sunday, February 28, 2021DIY Heart Repair (Or, Even Now Someone Is Somewhere Daydreaming — About You): an instructable in verse
DIY Heart Repair or, Even Now Someone Is Somewhere Daydreaming — About You an instructable in verse
O being human hurt O bitter fool in pain You who saw too much to want to ever see again Perhaps a harmless riddle can distract you from your fear: The heart was once named courage. Suppose yours wasn’t broken bad — As an experiment. What if things — weren’t — quite as sad — they might not be as sad as they could be — dear —
Sincere, perhaps unsure, this sometimes cure, if practicéd as Art can make the ugly weight of loneliness stop fucking with your heart trade any sweeping gesture for a kinder patient touch As choices become habit, so is Fate reborn today lo — que será, será — no es siempre porque — because — what will be will be— not so much
Your fantasies, your thoughts, let them loyal serve your Will This world is vaster & more intricate than it ever has been full & —What will be, might just — be what — could y— que será, será — lo que — se podría a veces el milagro que suceda debería Let Love’s sometimes miracle happen as it should
But beware! You’ll find this skill’s best reach effective shown & actual, Be sure in mind to well test each selected counterfactual If your virtue & your patience be but unafraid — & true — You’ll find the holy secret is in how to learning tell seem from seeing — be from being — knowing well the only one who you can trust to be that brave is you
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