|
| |
OCD
(Pema, 2018)
OCD
Working on compiling and editing my latest project
even my dreams become an obsessive loop
of cutting and pasting words and images
mostly just the same few over and over
placeholder symbols for other symbols
that must have some meaning,
or at least the potential for it.
And I see how this in itself is a poem
suggestive of something intangible
yet clearly tangibly connected
to the root idea
the basic framework
the pattern of habitual ways and means
my life is built upon.
….The second night I do this (yep, it continues),
highlighting and clicking ‘return’ for titles
they become grand sweeping ecstatic dances
the characters of my dream
– all my gathered selves, including the pug -
execute without the need of external music
in foot deep powdery snow….
And I see how this adds an element
which the bare bones of a written or spoken poem lacks
yet implicitly holds;
the completion of a circle where the experiences of living
are blended in the crucible of thought and memory
to be embodied again in symbolic form
as Life continues in endless synthesis of everything
that has come before.
And I wake knowing the project is complete
the two sides, conscious and unconscious, fully interpenetrated
reaching a critical mass of creative excitement
a chain reaction of symbols
unleashed in and on and from imaginal space.
(December, 2018)
Copyright ©
James Moore
|
|