the poetics of spirit. a manifesto

wim_wenders_pina-bausch-rite-of-spring

[Poem from earlier this year, another of my beloved/accursed manifestos. Spirit, poetics, philosophical anarchism…The photo a still from German director Wim Wenders’ film of the great Pina Bausch’s Rite of Spring.]

the poetics of spirit. a manifesto

poetry is spirit is a mystical anarchist: one-mind freedom immersed in a riot of difference

like spirit nothing you can put your finger on, nail down with the hammer of theory

the certainty of freedom from certainty yet not the certainty of wallowing in doubt

against Aristotles A can very well be B or C or Z or even A on a good day

life nature soul abyssal as ocean sky night depth inexpressible as godhead

spirit ever shifting flowing morphing a river of light the ocean called wave

grasp & it’s gone like water wind air love life, ketchup

grasping is silly bloody knife cutting itself, eye seeing itself, hand shaking itself

spirit lives in the mansion of self-contradiction ambiguity ambivalence irony paradox, or not

spirit wears a cloak of coincidentia oppositorum, both/and, androgynous Tao of daydark & nightlight

spirit of poetry spirit of life spirit of anarchism Trickster spirit spirit of spit & polish

a poem: you say one thing & feel pregnant with the possibility of its opposite

spirit is humour-as-awareness-of-incongruence, the coin dropping, a collapsing wave function

spirit irrepressible source of all dissent essential freedom to say yes to no and yes and yes

all institutions kill it with either/or law letter literal authority plan mission statement

spirit digs Lao-Tzu Chuang-Tzu Heraclitus Diogenes Meister Eckhart Hui-Neng Dogen Silesius

Blake Whitman Landauer Dada Joyce Cummings Cage Beckett Watts Monty Python

yes, oh yes large as Walt containing multitudes & platitudes past present future now-ever

no, oh no small as the universe in midge-fly breath shoe-pebble swamp-moss toothache

the wheel of the everyday woid is the same wheel of galaxies centred on black hole voids

poetry sings the wheel till the wheels fall off, the real till the real falls off the cliff of imagination

despite everything like god or Molly Bloom always always saying: YES (including no)

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~ by Peter Lach-Newinsky on December 14, 2016.

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