Monday, January 14, 2008
Language is Love ala Mr. Blaser
here's an andrew k. peterson poem from bimbo jim, 2oo7:
For Travis #2
You there, or me here, or
You and me here, or there, you
Hear me, you or there
Here's me, there. Or you
Or me, or here, or there
Or you here, me, there
You and me, here or
There, where we are there's good
and here's me a week ago unconscious of (or selectively not remembering) the peterson poem i had read and loved just months previous:
I'm here. Right here. In my blue shirt. I can see
you. Your eyes. I'm right here. Here. Your
eyes. Your eyes. You there. Me here.
A moment. Your eyes. Right here. A moment.
I'm here. I'm here with my blue shirt. My eyes.
My, I'm thinking of you. There. You. There
I'm thinking. Here in my blue shirt.
...is('nt) this theft?...is('nt) this language reeking its havoc?...is('nt) it a kind of love?