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Palimpsest
1: writing material (as a parchment or tablet) used one or more times after earlier writing has been erased
2: something having usually diverse layers or aspects apparent beneath the surface
Latin palimpsestus, from Greek palimpsē stos scraped again, from palin + psē n to rub, scrape; akin to Sanskrit psā ti, babhasti he chews
Ay, Harlem in disguise! - Federico Garcia Lorca, from The King of Harlem
1
Old women
lean out windows
swaying between
backyard buildings
old clothes lines,
gray string
thin
thin
2
What's will when
the window slams shut?
Just old cake thrown on the street
3
Purple flower boxes
woman's hands
folding letters
sweet soap smells
on top steps
wet shoes full of wind
4
Overheard:
Just catching a cool breeze is all
Street don't belong to me
She may be crazy but she's polite
She puts her hand over her mouth
when she coughs
Don't be flattered a
breeze blows in your window
Run! Run like hell
5
Shouts overhead:
Keep offa my clean floor
Lay outta my porcelain sink
Ya' hear me!?
That mirror ain't gonna change your face
6
What is read:
After so very many years, it's pointless to
look back on it.
Give this looking back a rest!
A clear breeze the world over
-what limit could it have?
- Setcho, zen master & poet
7
What is written in response:
In ice streaks upward
here's breath for you
even this ink on paper
this flesh on mind
this writing on air
Why try be happy/sad?
don't affect it
disinfect your mind
play possum
Who's somebody's darlin'?
Jus' time and
gism taken on flesh
dead soon enough
so pace yourself
You've run backward too long
Don't want it
as does the
dirty river
reflecting
without
acknowledgment
1: writing material (as a parchment or tablet) used one or more times after earlier writing has been erased
2: something having usually diverse layers or aspects apparent beneath the surface
Latin palimpsestus, from Greek palimpsē stos scraped again, from palin + psē n to rub, scrape; akin to Sanskrit psā ti, babhasti he chews
Ay, Harlem in disguise! - Federico Garcia Lorca, from The King of Harlem
1
Old women
lean out windows
swaying between
backyard buildings
old clothes lines,
gray string
thin
thin
2
What's will when
the window slams shut?
Just old cake thrown on the street
3
Purple flower boxes
woman's hands
folding letters
sweet soap smells
on top steps
wet shoes full of wind
4
Overheard:
Just catching a cool breeze is all
Street don't belong to me
She may be crazy but she's polite
She puts her hand over her mouth
when she coughs
Don't be flattered a
breeze blows in your window
Run! Run like hell
5
Shouts overhead:
Keep offa my clean floor
Lay outta my porcelain sink
Ya' hear me!?
That mirror ain't gonna change your face
6
What is read:
After so very many years, it's pointless to
look back on it.
Give this looking back a rest!
A clear breeze the world over
-what limit could it have?
- Setcho, zen master & poet
7
What is written in response:
In ice streaks upward
here's breath for you
even this ink on paper
this flesh on mind
this writing on air
Why try be happy/sad?
don't affect it
disinfect your mind
play possum
Who's somebody's darlin'?
Jus' time and
gism taken on flesh
dead soon enough
so pace yourself
You've run backward too long
Don't want it
as does the
dirty river
reflecting
without
acknowledgment
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