Neither explained nor deleted
he sat on the porch
looking over a paved-to-small,
inherently squarishly-walled courtyard:

“why is it
that porches evoke rocking chairs
and vast grassy landscape?”
he hummed amused.

His name long forgotten
with words wildering
as wild flowers
and misty vistas
circulated none his own

should ‘ve seen
to be leaves ’n that tree
as vowels autumn’d to soil
that he folded forwardly
moaning backaches from toil:

“a last sip,” ‘e said,
“a last sip before the next.”

                —animasuri’24

one of the triggers:

“je n’ai pas eu besoin de cette hypothèse”

      —Laplace (1749– 1827) presumably 
      (and, among others, a visit to the Wikipedia page)

The shiny surface
is licked by a raspy cat tongue
he carries around,
cat and all,
as if in the other pocket
from the rabbit’s foot, scraped white

fur, or is it German, for
the purpose of having
the thing mentioned
as a function of being
as much as saying nothing
with as many words:

“whatever the passions,
the birds sing on”
as clockwork, an early
glimmered soloist sounds
through the smallness of a rooftop
opening: weeny window into the world

If yet a slurped pebble,
a flicked calculus heard afar
of a tiny courages stone
and language games
fixed in the changes
of a tight tied-on shoe: cats do lick

of rules and regulations
for all language is heteroglossic
and games are not executed
in a sand-strewn place for combat
as bloodshed alone is but a word
when the swording thumb points down

stolen if its etymology
is written instead? unheard
or is it novel
and continuing to develop
meaning neither here nor there
not yours nor mine as fake affordances

he uses it as such
he has meaning
drinking from his hand
gulping, without pause
from his hand alone
diverse tongues and all

                   —animasuri’24

Some Triggers

Bakhtin, M. M., Emerson, C., Holquist, M. (Trans.). (1981, 2011). The Dialogic Imagination. Four Essays. Slavic Series No. 1. Austin, Texas, USA: University of Texas Press. Or, heterogeneously: https://archive.org/search?query=Bakhtin

Oliver, M. (2005). The Problem with Affordance. E-Learning and Digital Media, 2(4), 402–413. https://doi.org/10.2304/elea.2005.2.4.402

Whewell, T., Fell, A., Churchill, N., Ashman, G., Murphy, P. (2024, July 30, 9:32-10:00). A Slogan and a Land: Part One. IN: Assignment. Podcast, Online: BBC World Service. https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/brand/p002vsn0?partner=uk.co.bbc&origin=share-mobile

Wilson, B. (2022). Wittgenstein’s Philosophical Investigations. Edinburgh University Press. Or, alternatively voiced: https://archive.org/details/routledgeguidebo0000mcgi

Museum of thing
you can look, distance please
you shan’t touch
you keep it there
unscathed

Library of thing
you can touch, ever so timely
you shan’t own
you bring it back
having seen better days

Shop of thing
you can own, exchange really
you shan’t return
you stay away
made to decay

Then there is that
there, out of reach
unknown actually
coveted

Thing: the three preons
into human existence
and a fourth as if a prion
folded to rule them all

                —animasuri’24

Coastal walks
chew raw greens
handpicked from dunes
feet trampled trampling wind

prickly saltwort
weeding turtles trampoline
and sharp sheaths of grass
brambly nostrils sand grains grit

There she laid, there she went
There she ran off, there she slid
along the warm dune’s thighs
onto the edges of seas and shells

salty memories
slip between fingers
of walks sensual burning to soda ash
as bourbon on the rocks, ’n’ waves breaking

coastal walks
as printing eroding eroticas
yielding salty tastes:
I love you dear.

                 —animasuri’24

Schadenfreude,
that fortitude towards suffering of others
that ode from vice to virtue

sliding off a smile
as butter on toast, as cheap analogy
regurgitating references with laughter perverted

Schadenfreude,
that ultimate copy paste
that medicine by hypocritical ode to care

slipping from unspeakable tragedy
into resounding laughter as echoes of pain to come
hiding existential fear roaring in a smile, a giggle even

Schadenfreude,
that pleasure pleasing plethora
that spitting over pops of held back cackles

gliding glee in layered voicing
as compassion lost for a moment
in that actuality

of an event abstracted
into a felled model
of human staggery.

                                —animasuri’24

The transition
to when it is
from wanted to be
is just that: never stilled

there is no port, no exit gate
no hallway ended onto a sofa home
gentle soft furry teddy bear like arrival: none

there is much convincing
petting, and sensualizing
pep, hype, and bravado

noise then is a musky mist
edging the breathtaking vista
at the edge of a cliff

or engulfing the entrance
onto a path, into a journey
into a metaphor of must demyst

into that soothing to trance
into life
in and to

—aninasuri’24

Not each interruption of movement
is a willful act onto trajectory or orbit
while with each willful act
comes an altering of movement

as an eruption of consciousness
unaware of every consequence
of the interruption caused by the act

and yet is dizziness a material affect?
is dizziness that sensation of movement
moments following desisting swirl of twist

in fiber, liquid and gas:
in muscle, ear and lung dizziness waving,
radiating intensifying attenuating
through linearized enveloping of whirling:

take a circle and spin a sinusoidal cycle fading
to peak, sustain, release
and slowly decay

Ah, if you may,
be that spinning child
twirling on this summer’s day.

                            —animasuri’24

The rain, the wind, the sun, the light
if words not evoking precipitated distancing,
radiating erosions of boundaries

not if by a consciousness tempered
and yet by evocation condensing
walls of awareness embraced dissolving

I recall I can choose to let them cascade
let them trickle let them demand let them cloud, let them form judgements as forecasts

resulting in photosynthesis
of iterations of the same umbilicals
to shelter, shelter, a shelter: umbra

or let those I label, those I narrate
be out there be in here
be part of be joining: engulfing be coming

trickling storms transmit twinkles
dropping reflections, joints of air ‘n’ soil
knees of pain as calls to kneel and press on

I weather in wee wind rings of rain
together training shadows and rays of Sun
bathing a son from shadowy corners into reign

I inhabit:
I open positive space
I am heathen

                         —animasuri’24