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    dots Submission Name: April's junk.dots

    Author: Outlaw
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       XV: Okay in there?


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    dotsApril's junk.dots

    I. Lakme

    ensconced in such a sight, I was nigh capitulation;
    two flowers plucked from heavenly shawls sang
    notes heralding the coming season
    exhausted of greenery and without purity.

    they had exchanged a nectar
    whose redolence was reminiscent of Cora
    and this fact bore witness to my desire of Aufhebung,
    spreading my soul like wings, unleashing my hunger
    to consume their very ephemeral tenderness and beauty.

    II. Carrousel

    my name carried out of her mouth
    a familiarity;
    her smile a tightly-knit carousel
    her teeth within, dancing to
    You'll never walk Alone
    round, and around her my heart hovered
    ever so closer. Even the glinting
    of her eyes did not escape my adoration,
    and her lashes auspices of affiliation
    made my fibers listen for her fibers
    so that they could vibrate
    at an equal pace. her distant gaze
    gave way to sprigs unfolding into a map
    that led from anywhere to pristine

    III. Ode to Fallacies

    Mathematics are not precise,
    they do involve long calculations
    and algorithmic formulations
    but like any other ontology
    they lack an epistemic foundation
    which is only to say:

    if you let yourself get lost in them
    you'll realize how lucid, how loosely fit
    everything actually is. complex numbers
    are really just when letters become numbers too.
    real numbers, for the most part, don't ever end
    and they're simpler than complex numbers.
    a matrix is nothing more than a party of aesthetics
    the coefficients of algebraic equations coming together
    to visually define a set of variables;
    sexy, lanky, curvaceous and even. a bit of geometry
    but let's look at the word set first:
    set theory allowed for an axiomatization,
    let's just call it a simplification of mathematics
    to logic. How's that for fancy? Reducing
    number theory to a bunch of object variables
    letters, alphabets, orders and grandeurs.
    yet Russell posited a paradox to undermine it all
    Basic Law V: a linguistic loophole.
    language to the rescue! defeating logical axioms
    and debasing all foundations of mathematics.
    The twist?
          I am a liar, and this is a lie.
    and the story is only beginning...
    geometry: is it a priori or a posteriori;
    do we already just know it intuitively,
    or do we need to experience it to know it?
    Yet again, does a blind person know what a square is
    or does he need to feel it with his hands to know?
    to any extent, can he even feel a square when stuck
    in a physically three dimensional plane?

    Go ahead and tell me mathematics are exact
    lead to one answer even if through many methods
    have such precision that even the batting
    of the wings of a butterfly in Brazil could cause
    catastrophic differences. Ignore the fact
    that they are nothing more than a vague instrument
    we use towards our own ends - we are the ones
    who calculate, who derives products from nature
    mechanize processes even to the point of enslaving
    other human beings. We are the rational creatures.
    the logical positivists, radical empiricists who
    murdered god, and penetrate the mystery of the universe
    with our index of information, and of tools.

    VI. Being.

    So I've realized something about writing
    a secret unknown to other writing beings:
    if it does not sound epic, have some christian reference
    if it is not gloomier than Poe, have some greek mythos
    it probably isn't westernized enough to be literature.

    None of that actually matters though, anymore.
    which is absolutely key: any-more -- and I'll die.
    the meaningless ebb of poets against the flow of life.
    the meanderings of animals yet to become humans.

    throughout syllabic count sense should ascend
    yet every time I pretend to pen words (I type you see)
    the sense of my poem descends as syllables are shed.
    how do I winnow my poetry of its turbidity?

    primarily people will protest: "turbidity?" to which
    I shall asnwer: "turbidity!" because it offers stability
    to an otherwise inaccurate line which would read...
    how do I winnow my poetry of its hmm-hmm-hmm-eee?

    IX: dead space

    and anyways like the again that grew up
    in the great Ago, the adagio of a cantata
    that cuts itself, that loves itself but wants
    more from life than simply being okay or normal.

    there is attention in daily routines which otherwise
    dispensed could make people special or
    feel as if butterfly wings were only an option
    beside the infinity of intrinsic liberty.

    yes, there is a certain difficulty in the things
    I say, the language I spew from a well...
    [I miss how you liked my wells...] underselling
    the overpriced merchandise of verbiage.

    I resile in social situations because I understand
    all too well the very way of human life,
    the discrepancies which detail and catalogue
    the trivial of your life in a story about life.


    on a dirigible to avalon
    I met a nimbus named pure
    filled with cringles bearing pathways
    down to the earth, down to the stars
    and the burning stairs of heaven.
    I asked him: "oh nimbus that I've found
    why are you so bound?" to which he said:
    "dear traveler, that you noticed my enthrallment
    without seeing its purpose means
    you do not hear the song of the sirens beyond."
    upon tending the path which I'd yet
    to fly about an ear, I noted notes being sung.
    soon my ship was sunk.
    after, in the delirium of clouds and seabirds
    my mind was no more than a wreckage.

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    | Posted on 2011-04-30 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
    Oh my. So admittedly this is the first piece of writing that I've read of yours. I'm not sure why this is. You've been on my "to read when have more time list".

    & another admittance, I have to say I'm not sure whether this is dense or I am dense, or maybe both? You're drawing on some key philosophical ideas that I vaguely recall from my university days. I enjoyed philosophy, but it is one of those areas that needs constant & diligent perusing to fully apprehend.

    The use of "aufhenbung" is interesting, with the interplay of the soul & the needing to expose it, but there are implications in doing so. I find it to be very obscure, & part of me does want more direction as to what precisely you're gettin at, but at the same time I also like poetry that makes people think & work a little to understand.

    Part two is enlightening, I think, & clarifies some of the previous obscurity. I guess it gives reason to the soul hungering. The wording is just lovely in "Carrousel" & there still this heightened awareness, but it's moved now to another someone vs. the self. I like this transition a great deal.

    The third part, however, lost me in how it connects. It is very interesting, well worded & thought provoking. I found it very measured in its stance, but again not sure how it fits?

    I'd like to hear your thoughts regarding the intent of the poem, if ya don't mind.
    | Posted on 2011-04-15 00:00:00 | by Santi | [ Reply to This ]
      i love this actually. i had a little weird obsession with mathematic language in the past and this summarizes alot of what it was. personaly i think math gives us practical windows, but it can't predict us. it's not even to say that the conditions of our universe aren't relative to some sort of non-static variable/even if we found a continuous/(congressive/all inclusive) theory of all physics. but blah, i think we seek static for ourselves, or some people do. who's to say if that is a function or a flaw. it's all subjective. you're right about there being no rectangles. it's only geometrical concept. the butterfly effect is just a poor metaphor for distal causation, i think. a go to political move, and if there is a continuum to be had fully, i don't think it means it's of a redundancy. the human variable. that's how i see these words relating. how we construct paradigms etc etc. but yeah i think math is important. i think it's how everything integrates that matters most. i think that our intentions need to be thought of more. i don't think mathmatics will be our end. i think no matter what humans integrate affect-uality. idk. this is just what comes to mind. we call one thing better for validation. sort of works that way for everything. (i'm not being 100 percent here either. well my terms may not be percise.)

    | Posted on 2011-04-12 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ]
      III. Ode to Fallacies
    I didn't have much to say about parts I. & II. But part III. intrigued me . My major was architecture so I had lots of math also physics and engineering . I had similar feelings about algebra and geometry : The endless maxims and axioms , the theorems and postulates . Further of heuristic method I feel geometry is a posteriori as was algebra for the most part . What really changed my mind about mathematics was calculus . Suddenly all those seemingly useless math classes came together and became functional forms . Granted it wasn't perhaps as physically applicable as physics and engineering but it wasn't so much a discussion of principles as a concrete method for solving real problems in time (eg. if you knew the diameter of a drain you could calculate exactly how much water would be left in a container at any point in time) . Suddenly math was exciting . The possible applications of these methods were almost endless . I took micro and macro economics and once again calculus was a problem solving dynamo . Granted infinity was still a pretty loose concept but math was now functional exacting and concise and much less theoretical . I highly recommend calculus if you haven't taken it yet . To this day it's my favorite college class .

    | Posted on 2011-04-12 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
      maybe she could make me more pure by my loving her...

    "prisitine pulchritude" nice phrasing...

    i see two women who have gotten the speaker's attention...he knows their beauty and tenderness are short lived..perhaps because he wants to pluck them of it...

    or just that he wants to get close before it is gone...

    and he hovers around the second girl...in the second poem...waiting his chance...but she is out of reach...and has reverted back to a purity...making it impossible for him to touch her...
    he was too late making his move...

    not sure i like the german word in there..it has various conotations with it..which is fine...just that i feel the flow of reading a piece is too often stemmed by foreign words dropped into a piece...but then that's just me probably..

    otherwise, this is intriguing and has so much beautiful phrasing..

    sometimes what appears to be, is not what it is...

    just thoughts

    i really like "my fibers listen for her fibers/ so that they could vibrate/ at an equal pace--

    this makes me think the speaker looks at the girl on a different level...not just with physical attraction, but that he wants to get close to her voice, her mind...

    | Posted on 2011-04-11 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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