Friday, March 14, 2014

The Festival Of Parrots


                            "The essence of parrotry is the realization
                             that what is called hard is not necessarily hard,
                             & that called soft not necessarily soft..."

                                  (Pseudo-Gracián, Un cœur simple)


En voz alta:

In the morning a jet black clarinero
picaresquing through void conjured
its name in Spain and summoned up
a cloud of orangutan that ate the sun.

In the evening same raven—for it was a raven--
devoured the moon

leaving only craven shadow

through which to soar unseen.


Por el altavoz:

THERE IS
NO PARROTRY
IN ENGLISH
THEREFORE THIS
IS NOT PARROTRY

(feedback)

...NOT PARROTRY...


En voz alta:

The Holy Virgin emerges from the Cathedral
riding a wave of arms and floats around El Centro.

As she passes all cover their eyes
so as not to be compromised. ¿Por qué?


Por el altavoz:

PORQUE (after Buñuel) TODAS LAS VIRGINES TIENEN CULOS

(feedback)

...EN CULOS....


En voz alta:

The sharks return to the sweet water sea
speaking Chinese. Chi fan le ma?

On the grey shore wash up tell-tale cans.

Pearl River.

A beggar sleeping on the streets
is translated to Olympus as a pumpkin.

Jack-o-lantern laughs succinctly in Latin:

Veni, vidi, lexi.

Sky rains down a bolt
from the blue.

The word AZUL
is incinerated
in every text
leagues around.

Ash-edged lacunae in sundry editions remain.

It is Sunday.

A young German girl—zaftig--
holding open a volume
behind her back has AZUL
tattooed on her round right

BUTTOCK.

A delegation of clarissimi
is dispatched to investigate.

They confirm the significance of AZUL.

Photographs are taken.

Bystanders are interviewed.

The report is printed, bound & sent
to the Great Pyramid in the CAPITOL.


Por el altavoz:

STEP RIGHT UP, STEP RIGHT UP.

(feedback)

...RIGHT UP...


En voz alta:

Gold coins fall from the sky
inseminating selected Danaës.

It precipitates toads.

Blind men speak in tongues.

The lame hear.

There is an earthquake
joining the Atlantic and Pacific.

Mombacho belches.

Night descends in a slurry
of ash and torrential rain.


Por el altavoz:

PARROTRY IS KULCHUR.


(feedback)

...KULCHUR...


                           (a veces no está demás decirlo....)


E. A. Costa 14 March 2014 Granada, Nicaragua














Tuesday, February 11, 2014

If You Want Wide...


If you want wide go elsewhere
or on your side turn yourself
perpendicular to the pull of the earth
and

left and right

excavate with your eyes:

dig the sky
and fly into the bowels of the globe

grow upward
and shrink down
freeze and burn

generate electricity

and in elastic mirth be renewed.

E. A. Costa  11 February 2014

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Zen Swing (in three voices)



In the vast night the sky hangs lower than the treetops...

                                (William Carlos Williams after Meng Hao-jan)


1. 
Distance is steps. 
Interval is time between. 
Space is where unfolding.



2.
Touch stone or water or sky. 
That is active voice. 
Stand skin against the wind. 
That is passive. 
Put index finger to nose tip. 
That is middle. 



 3.
Three voices speak in different tongues. 
At times all agree. 
At times they don't. 
At times one or another or all are quiet. 



1. 
There are different ways to cover
longer distance in equal intervals: 
Speed up pace. 
Lengthen stride. 
Speed up pace and lengthen stride. 
The last defines simultaneity.



2.
Look at the reflection in the mirror. 
The reflection is not you.
Left and right seem reversed. 
If you move, the reflection moves. 
If the reflection moves, have you
or is it the mirror?


3. 
Walking is a procession of  falls. 
A foot lifts off the surface,
another lowers down upon it. 
Walking is the rise and fall
of left and right.


1. 
A one legged man
who hops progresses. 
He coils and spings.
He pounces and bounces.
He does not walk.


2.
Crutch or cane serves as leg,
so unveils the triangle,
so unveils the fall,
so unveils the swing.


 3
Effort is expenditure.
Effort is stretching.
Effort is reaching.
Effortless walking
is swing.


1.
Gait is Scots for gate.
Walking is opening
and closing a gate. 


2.
Body is joints.
Body is pivot.
Body in movement
is three voices.

1.
2.
3.
Body is swing.

E. A. Costa  23 January 2014





Sunday, December 29, 2013

Oeillade Noire (The Fishwife's Rhetoric)

              
     Gat-toothèd was she, soothly for to say....

1.

Between worlds
is a flight of stairs
departing hourly
and arriving earlier.

A million ironically christened years
learn a new tongue:

how it curls and folds

how it tastes

how it forms sound
springing from inner darkness

how it licks and mocks

how it flicks and kisses and diddles.

Do you deny you are so old?

Who do you suppose you are
becoming you?



2.

Asterisms pivot on point of view.

The department of poetics monitoring the planet
is nigh as the nighest cabaret:

You are eating too fast and too much
and drinking without quality or taste.

Dentition is flawed in upper and lower case.

The prescription is joints as agile as tongue
and lips and much less middle.



3.

Water world is one of the triter ideas
of sly midnight dreaming dry.

Is there is anything more tragicomic
than mentula and cunnus doing time
in the prism of an endless present tense?



4.

Poet-economists are mildly interested
in monkey monoculture
as anteaters lust for termites.

Behold three samples
from the Bureau of Poetic Leisure:

What went on soft feet
rides in exoskeletons
spreading traffic jam.

Juice is chemical.
All interest is abstract.
Sperm counts diminish.

You once lubricated
gaily in night forest.
Nowadays all crawl....




5.

Indifferent poeticrats report:
the species is close to all measure,
thus exiting into illusory and hellish recess.

Eggs never address everything.
If consistent, they are not complete.
If complete, they are not consistent.

Goedel is caviar
seeded in some far future
in another species' past.

That is why he is always cold.

It requires blameless saintly waitress
with a heart of gold and sterling broth
to warm his digits and feed him slow food.

Even Einstein at the speed of light
does not formulate the missing diastema.



6.

Would you like to play chess, planet to planet?
Hold out three hands.
Pick a color.

Reality is technology.
Gravity sends this message.
Levity is the only reply.


7.

There are no shaggy dogs.
All are short, smooth and hairless.

Don't be careless.

Be brief.

Be quick.

And don't be late.



8.

It is always twilight
due to the black and white light
of so many suns.

Day wears spectacles that block black light.

Night wears ones that block white.

In the interval--myriad naked eyes:

she walking white in moonlight

she walking black and shining at noon

she walking on the shore in middle light honeyed
and blue.

Glassine is an aspect of protein and anatomy.

To see roses use rose.



9.

Any time is plural.

Every time is singular.

Time itself is dual.

The present moment lives
about three seconds
of any order of magnitude

and in any direction.

Sages sleep underground like cicadas
for tens of millennia.

Wake them rudely
& assemble a delegation to ask:

What color is dawn in the womb? What crude color sunset?

They will move their lips soundlessly.

Their tongues will flop like rude fish
in amniotic fluid.

Then they will go back to sleep.



10.

Sex is beyond understanding
as terror metaphysicalizes
and pleasure becomes error.

The planet is green and transparent like a net.

During eclipse eight hidden moons form an octagon
becoming luminous.

The salt sea swells and foams into orbit.

Literate couple, triple, quadruple or quintuple.

Unlettered rut prepubescently,

are replete with the raw flesh of summer,

inseminate at harvest,

and give birth to Spring.

Night winter rain cools with music, dance, and drink.

Minstrels stroll and sing.

It is the speakeasy between unnumbered blasphemies.



11.

Do numbers have quantity? Do numbers dance?
How many numbers collide by chance on the head of any pin?

Does not Aquinas labor like Hercules through Aristotle
for the pure sin of grand & unthrottled sonoluminescence?

(E. A. Costa  29 December 2013 Granada, Nicaragua)

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Subsets of the Spectacle (The Life & Times Of Don Pancho Villa)



(1)

Sentences spread slowly
like ink in water
birthing tentacles
that touch and test.

Body reaches out
in colorless cloud
melting moonlight.

It is second sight
moist with flowers
blooming one night

husbanding nothing
evening the world
drinking and being drunk...


(2)

The dogs of zero hill
disappear into murmur:

one month
one moment
one eye....


All facts are past.
Goal is nothing.
Hunger is nothing.

Venus is last and only time.



(4)

Dearest seer see, dearest hearer hear:

Do you demand common use and conventional conversation?
Plain language and prosaic rose?

Are you looking for explanations?

To you there is really very little to say except:
Nietzsche knows

(his feet walking piano conciertos in the mountains):

the nose knows

Jimmy Durante knows

unmown and antic hay knows

Antarctic knows

Atlantic knows

Pancho Villa knows....

Muchas gracias Francisco.

Muchas gracias José Doroteo.

Muchas gracias, Don Pancho.

No hay falla....



(5)

On one level it is a climax of fragments
melding into a solar system of black suns.

On a another level it is the negation of figments
as if the ladder were a scale.

On the level of levels it is an ascent of time

like Vallejo rising from the center of the earth
under miner's hardhat:

replete with bread and butter
replete with French

free of blows

with a nose
that smells the conqueror
and inquires

(as daintily as an ancient Persian unfolding the last folio):

Cay coritacho micunqui? Is this the gold you chevaliers eat?



(6)

Her body reaches out
in colorless blood
melting moonlight.

It is second sight
moist with flowers
blooming in the night

husbanding nothing
evening the world
inhaling and being inhaled

inhaling self.

Aequam memento rebus in arduis servare mentem...

This is the lost terrible middle

unlost in the steppe

unlost in village dance

unlost in night song

unlost in gallop.

This is one of the many lives and wives and mounts of Pancho Villa.



(7)

Pancho Villa is the first surrealist film-maker:
he films revolution filming revolution live.

Villa films for money.

Villa moneys for arms.

Villa arms as Mexicans laugh
cackling and cursing and rolling double R's.

Villa chairs.

Villa centaurs.

Zapata wants a still life

wants RR's be sealed
with a miniature of satraps'  kiss
under raised cup drunk and sober.

Don Pancho stiffens over the stirrups of his invisible mount
and complies.

!Viva truth! !Viva lies! !Viva Mexico!



(8)

The dogs of zero hill
disappear into stillness

one moment...one eye...one flash of powder:

Cay coritacho micunqui? Is this the gold by which chevaliers live and die?

[E. A. Costa 20 October 2013]










Thursday, October 17, 2013

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Doing Things Right

                                       ...un excelente disgusto, creo

                                       (Carlos Martínez Rivas)

To cut costs
wars should be fought
in cemeteries.

To cut costs
as a prelude soldiers and civilians
should dig their own graves.

To cut costs
the whole world should be
privatized (every inch) as a burial ground.

Here is the shovel.
Get digging and to cut costs
throw yourselves in.

(E. A. Costa  25 September 2013)