ㅁ No. We can't. It's too hard. Impossible. Unreasonable. So don't even ask us. On the other hand, there's this. It's a fine product, with AI. We burned a lot of coal making it.
– a reverse nonnet.
Category: Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2748 “Hypnagogic preoccupations”
ㅁ I awake too early, yet again. The worries displace the thick dreams, which nevertheless linger, so worries about work are flavored with ghosts disconsolate and surreal remnant webs
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2746 “Holy”
ㅁ So. Holy, holy, holy, holy... the potholed road of Port Saint Nick an old stretch of tree-lined road beside the rolling sea on rainy muskeg in Alaska where I live alone. So.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2745 “The song was important, somehow”
ㅁ In the dream, a robot read my blog... was moved to write a disco song. The song provided backing to subsequent events, including crashes, mad truck races, woodworking, aimless talks..
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2741 “Distortions on the territory’s map”
ㅁ Like drizzle but frozen: the snow had come, a slow world-filling, tree and stone covering, gradual envelopment, muting the atmosphere's flavors, leaving the territory all blurred.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2740 “An implicit teleology”
ㅁ so at last it happened snow made contact piled up on the ground not really that deep though still I got the shovel out and scraped the powder off the steps left footprints across the neighborhood
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2726 “Retreat”
ㅁ The mind takes cover beneath a stone, calcified remnants of old thoughts, edifices against time, against introspection, recondite, armored. And there it hides. It might peek; but it hides.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2721 “Cantankerous denial”
ㅁ Cantankerously, he denied it: "I'm not at all cantankerous!" Perhaps he misunderstands the semantic valance of the words themselves. Alternately, inside views differ. Sigh.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2720 “무슨소리”
ㅁ I dreamed I was running a gift store. That was a very shocking dream. But the store was in a mall in suburban Seoul and I was confused because no one understood what I said.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #Nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2713 “The demagogue”
ㅁ the smiling man took over my dream like a malign force of nature setting up a place to work with destructive machines up beside the road and then began a long rant about trees
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2710 “En la calle”
ㅁ I dream I'm in Mexico City, all mixed up with Seoul's suburbs; subways take me strange places; a stray cat follows me; I'm on my old street: federales in black cars, smoking, watch.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2709 “Chthonic contemplations”
ㅁ A pilot's theory about the earth is likely oppositional: the earth is an obstacle best to be avoided, by necessity handled gently, touched lightly... solid fear.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2707 “Timekeeping II”
ㅁ Still, the world continues: the divisions of the calendar seeming arbitrary, assembled like children's blocks into precarious constructs, implausible in the face of time.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2706 “Timekeeping”
ㅁ The year tumbled along like other years, an aimless, intricate clockwork, the days its gears and levers, the nights its enclosure, until it wound down, ticked more slowly, and unsprung; digits flipped.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2700 “Summarizing the Christmas tree at work”
☆ Star. Eagle. Gold Branches. Snowboarding bear. Pickup truck with tree. And other ornaments. Some hovering hummingbirds. Lights arrayed throughout - tiny points. Scattering of boxes with colored bows.
– a reverse nonnet, summarizing the Christmas tree at work.
Caveat: Poem #2681 “The yellow grass”
ㅁ The tall grass waves alongside the road, bleached pale yellow by the winter, twisting and dancing in wind, which swarms off the sea's arms... woeful, abandoned, perennial but asleep until Spring.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2680 “Secret knowledge”
ㅁ Some people have reached out to ask me, "Why do you write poems about rain? "I mean, really... so many?" My answer is simple: in a rainforest, "write what you know"... what you live what's there now.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2679 “The emissaries”
ㅁ Some days the clouds are more insistent. They send down damp emissaries: pelting, aggressive raindrops that gather in the trees run down to the rocks collect in streams race downhill and seek seas.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2678 “The 70’s”
ㅁ We sit and watch these old tv shows. In fact I don't mind them at all. They induce a nostalgia. I can live in the past: Kate Jackson's bright smile, Starsky's fast car... expectant future dreams.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2671 “The climate’s suggestions”
ㅁ I looked out and saw a white brightness. The moon was there among the trees. It had stolen the darkness. The leaves were black and white. Frosted purple air lapped at the bark, traced branches... winter hints.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2670 “Reunion”
ㅁ You can not see them for forty years, but a true friend remains a friend. You meet again, exchange looks, and there's understanding. This happened today, it sounds corny. It's human, makes me glad.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2668 “The gray”
ㅁ The map failed to appear as it should. An expectant grayness, instead, filled up the browser's window. Rebooting the server did not fix a thing. Perhaps the world was broken: "Planet closed."
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2667 “In conversation with the psychologist”
ㅁ His father had died of grumpiness - declared categorically. Somehow that doesn't connect to his current approach. No introspection - or just hidden. Self, unseen unknown, gone.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2666 “He lost his tiny plastic hat”
ㅁ "Thief!" His hat had detached, leaving his head exposed as he ran: the lego guy's peg head was apparently too bright for the man to evade police. Well, that's how my grandson explained it.
– a reverse nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2665 “The hammer and the nail”
ㅁ I dreamed my own self-trepanation, which is a quite strange thing to dream. So, where do these thoughts come from? What suggested a nail and a small hammer? It was nothing that I'd seen. Random stuff.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2664 “The night’s events”
ㅁ I heard the slow drizzle on the roof. But then I went outside, and saw there were many stars instead. Somehow the clouds had fled, during that short time. The sky's changes disregard even night.
– a nonnet.
#Poetry #nonnet
Caveat: Poem #2663 “Astrology”
ㅁ Getting up before dawn, I saw stars. I failed to notice their movement; rather, they were fixed and still. Some tree branches imposed, drawing their stark lines. A single star blinked, wavered: a leaf swung.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2662 “Leaving”
ㅁ There were leaves racing along the road, flung around by the passing cars. They seemed to be sentient. Which is to say, panicked, suffering, fearful, fleeing traffic, jumping down ditchward, hurt.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2661 “A circle”
ㅁ Apple pie was a necessity. So Juli rolled out some pie crust, pressed it into the pie plate. She has pre-made filling from their apple trees. The top added, oven hot, it baked... done!
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2660 “The Fall”
ㅁ The years transformed into confusion, and that, in turn, turned to anger. The missing information rendered malevolent in its mere absence, floated like leaves lost by trees - just like Fall.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2659 “Probably just a metaphor”
ㅁ In my dreams, a billionaire's small child capriciously commanded me to perform some pointless tasks. I resisted, angry. But the games went on. World aflame, she... revealed her robot face.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2658 “Survival narrative”
ㅁ The stories accumulate like snow, forming drifts among the neurons. The underlying spaces become blurred and smoothed out. The stories remain. You can study their patterns and find self.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #2657 “PaaS”
ㅁ "Precipitation as a service." It would be unprecedented, as a business model. You could get just as much as you had paid for; the obstacle: those stubborn flighty clouds.
– a nonnet.