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A Longhouse Birdhouse: ROBERT KELLY ~

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MILL OF PARTICULARS: The bLog of Robert Kelly: HEART THREAD 169 & 170

HEART THREAD 169 & 170

169.

I think I counted wrong I’m not the only one

there is a wolf beside me and a kingbird in the tree

beast and bird and me together can’t know as much as one woman can

call us all to bed and see what happens then

the Irish poets worked for pay the pay was praise

fat salmon in the cooking pot poetry is war without an enemy

when ‘faith’ replaces cult the polis is dead

the Greeks never had to believe anything, they knew, they did

as Jung at the end said “I don’t have to believe, I know”

faith cuts us apart from one another

believe nothing and do everything, and conversely

both ways make wise, help the wind blow, paideia.

170.

I’m never shy of naming elements

the things that were here for us before we knew

so those are the colors of my spectrum

those are the blocks I fiddle with

rousing to you impatient to stroll

road in shadow past a donkey in a field

a hill up ahead but everyone speaks French

and none of this was here before the hill

so I will go to my mothers below the hill

and live among the ferly folk as though I were a man

and listen to their practice of sun and moon

and learn enough to come back in a hundred years and all for you.

– Robert Kelly

MILL OF PARTICULARS: The bLog of Robert Kelly: HEART THREAD 169 & 170.

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MILL OF PARTICULARS: The bLog of Robert Kelly: HEART THREAD 123 & 124

HEART THREAD 123 & 124

123.

Wanted to do this hard-edged island in the city

could be Manhattan could be Berthillon

makers of fine wax masks to mood your seeming

this little language lobster in your trap

broken cage left empty on the sands

void your prisms soon o white man

a voice comes through the stovepipe listen

charcoal hisses at you beneath the ribeye listen

the blackbird explains it in the hedge

your fingernail on the mirror watches

we need more footnotes and fewer wheels

broken plaster statue still Mother of God.

124.

O light no different from the night before

as plain as the beginning of all things

simple as hydrogen a one-piece light

the longest day on the smallest island sounds like life

terror in every sense rises from identity

pulchritudo voluptas fortitude

and give all things to everyone you meet

discard your enemies like old clothes etc.

teach a morality machinery aspires

to be one with you without myself

there will always be oligarchs be one or leave it alone
there is a broken branch a bird can sing on still.

– Robert Kelly

MILL OF PARTICULARS: The bLog of Robert Kelly: HEART THREAD 123 & 124.

Robert Kelly, Playwright | Nomadics

 

Robert Kelly, Playwright.

Robert Kelly: “Statement 1968” from A Voice Full of Cities | Jacket2

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Robert Kelly: “Statement 1968” from A Voice Full of Cities JEROME ROTHENBERG

Cadmium Text Series: 23rd Annual Subterranean Poetry Festival

Cadmium Text Series: 23rd Annual Subterranean Poetry Festival.

Logic of the World: The Poetics of Robert Kelly / Silliman’s Blog

Poetics of Robert Kelly / Silliman’s Blog

What is the Annandale Dream Gazette?

Some believe the dream comes from the gods. Some believe that the dream comes from the ancestors. Some believe that dreams come from a part of the dreamer’s self usually remote or removed from consciousness. Some believe that dreams are scraps of memory and fantasy, remnants of the day. All of these beliefs are probably true enough in their ways, and certainly all have been productive of creative and analytic results. Scriptures and assassinations, benzene rings and orphic odes arise from dreams.

What if the dream is something else as well? Not individual, not a message from God or from the archetypes or from the soul. We hear Freudians speak of the language of dream, but what if dream is language, is language the way language is language: systematic, intentional, focused on saying something. What if dream is above all, exactly as language is, social. This is the aspect of the dream that is seldom considered, dream as arising from the speaking back into a community, a community of native dreamers (so to say).

It was to examine the idea that a dream seeks an intended audience outside the dreamer, that the Annandale Dream Gazette was founded years ago. The dreamer dreams towards someone—and that someone is within the community. Thus two goals are achieved by harvesting the night’s dreams and publishing them: the dream may find its intended hearer, and we may gradually come to learn the nature and shape of the community itself, the community into which one dreams.

So: the dream is public. The dream is social. The dream is communication. The dream intends to speak to you. These are the notions to investigate.

—Robert Kelly
from The Annandale Dream Gazette

 

Robert Kelly reads at Bard Hall / Nomadics

Robert Kelly