Arpine Konyalian Grenier
Arcades is friend
No more than the bird with piercing voice
a most political scream ever divergent
and I happen with words
to die soon after
how do I renew innocence then
the accounting for variables
musculating radical/
inmate/ Sufi
what and why choose life is the pitch
shorn of volume and timber
implicated or objective
abundance
one cannot enact the ant to grasshopper story
I swipe at the memory of you to align
that roadside photograph of you
what’s white what’s not
the vanishing of absence allows
while one finger paints a past
time away from so much
unaccounted for
hold thought for now
the unity of inside and outside gives
why do I consider you part of me
the cushion needs causa sui
I still have no name for you as we
binary over speculated lifetimes
crawl into coherent sound
well tagged Kekule patterns that we are
eye brain heart pierced out on the table
prong palate seed lisping how
we in and out of self
were light
ah to be sound and light again
though fact cannot reduce to symbol
I chase gaze to track you
rethinking for texture
one must
war and consumption do not
life causes them
rigor behind the concept es gibt
vanity abolishes being
invokes bird
to refute is useless
where there is so much world.
Arbiter
I shall soon expire having outlived myself
do I will you? do I feel you?
like some rosed manuscript you’re not where you’re supposed to be
I am not either
such commonplace tunnel is oblivion is pride
expectant and exposed never landscape
eluding or explaining but also
bridging part of nothing
but pain
so how can we say of matter
crown of situations just because it punks realm
what rhymes with celestial what rhymes the bestial
we’re all done now warn me lament me raise me wicked
snip drip slice dice rise from the done fairytale
honorable source
not a hero’s not impoverished but diminished honey
having a hard day is a phrase with no syllables
my last illusion still my first
honey to holy prejudice
flush it out
knowing travels along feeling and the telegraphic
the pathological laugh will save me
where will your revenge place me then
what reward will flex muscle at me
aren’t we all traveling in the same direction?
why then the loneliness and sorrow?
seek ye consequence to be Godly
karma is retribution psychosurgery laments
the art the heart
economizes
laws protect the shudder
lawful integration
how much of it do I want
such scandal separates me from the roaring and the green
unknown to itself and the idea behind its decay
cured of and with pulsation
we must mull over this up-rooted-ness this herd of nafs tales
turned into wanton tail of spirit (the translation is fearful)
the infelicity of just because meaningful as in neither
embodied nor embedded rods and cones
zigzag with some sense of I feel good
the I all over itself differentiating
mine is in Konya because I heard the silent loosen their jaws
for one last cry one more good look at the neighborhood
their lazy shadow over grandmother’s porch
doused with memories
don’t ask for much
come to birth as magnificence in waiting
lowlands bought back cure themselves
an event in Konya waits for expression
as an accomplice paints oblivion
then eats it
what happened will always be a when
we insist on its parts
undermined
low-life boundary
claiming
it is a matter of bookkeeping I say
does your blue take away my wish for blue?
does sky take away from blue?
where is the third in all this
after all self is a space working itself robustly
I rose when spring declined summer I leftist women and children leftover trumped movement even as matter is sound to sense I indicated cipher a them in me I know and do not know touched and not touched corruption bidding an otherwise
begetting in my face as I ruminate nothing of my own is mine come lie down with your parts and breathe like Abraham wear your days as you come into your days reveal conceal peal deal
unlike Noah or Adam
heal as one from Eden
Shekhinah is Eden is dwelling I have had none so far
living my source to my level of drop off and pickup
a title run professes to lavishly situated assertions
lengthy and widely accepted parts moving
sworn to appear firmly directed
fasteners
as one appears the other sees that’s why the sky
related at the wink of an eye levels
safely begs self out of equation
lest memory is full
sweet sky unto itself domesticated
soul gone mad
beaten to syntax it arbiters days
functioning as parts
lonely tap of no character
my dwelling is with you
weigh your flutters to get to know self
to absorb hard & fast symmetry
a costly concept
chambermaid
concierge
prescribe for yourself dilation/ erasure
muster (third person that you are)
the duration facing you.
If not, winter
The world could have been a ball floating over water
could have towered Americanly about truth & logic
what comes to mind naturally obstacle I posit
a social versus natural phenomenon
Ecclesiastes breathes
defined by it
the industrial production numbers are in
floating desire on top some melody
to recognize and hence distance
to ground the intended
memorial
countrymen beholden to townspeople
built around food climate occupation
neither mourning nor refusing
the possibility of knowing
the cautionary
peel away possibility then
the fall defining I exist
no greater effort requires solidarity then
regard less the ice cap’s meltdown
truth comes to mind naturally
just because
as love is to heart authority is to a state
living the tribal social we must
build over bare necessity
one cannot hoard as that does not predicate
states or statements
the Adamly
transcribed in charity
pauses
what would I do without props for predicator?
pare pare down
dead leaf
butterfly
paper
kite butterfly
when is the qualifier excluded?
December to January American Tropical Blue
symbols blocked to permit the view
speaking without being
colony after colony the tune
a place the roll call lacks
the center
a world facing the narcic excretes itself
butterflies remember valence my heart
neither aimed nor anchored to debt
part symbol part symptom
skating contamination
as we calculus and sonnet our senses
(what sense) getting what we want
a radio bubble too many
extruded for love
what are your plans for later?
where are the negatives of this land they say
we stretch as gravity differential imposes
common sense the limit and then
one has no need for qualifier
accident prone.
Arpine Konyalian Grenier comes from science, music and the arts. The Concession Stand: Exaptation at the Margins (Otoliths, 2011) is her latest collection.
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Arcades is friend
No more than the bird with piercing voice
a most political scream ever divergent
and I happen with words
to die soon after
how do I renew innocence then
the accounting for variables
musculating radical/
inmate/ Sufi
what and why choose life is the pitch
shorn of volume and timber
implicated or objective
abundance
one cannot enact the ant to grasshopper story
I swipe at the memory of you to align
that roadside photograph of you
what’s white what’s not
the vanishing of absence allows
while one finger paints a past
time away from so much
unaccounted for
hold thought for now
the unity of inside and outside gives
why do I consider you part of me
the cushion needs causa sui
I still have no name for you as we
binary over speculated lifetimes
crawl into coherent sound
well tagged Kekule patterns that we are
eye brain heart pierced out on the table
prong palate seed lisping how
we in and out of self
were light
ah to be sound and light again
though fact cannot reduce to symbol
I chase gaze to track you
rethinking for texture
one must
war and consumption do not
life causes them
rigor behind the concept es gibt
vanity abolishes being
invokes bird
to refute is useless
where there is so much world.
Arbiter
I shall soon expire having outlived myself
do I will you? do I feel you?
like some rosed manuscript you’re not where you’re supposed to be
I am not either
such commonplace tunnel is oblivion is pride
expectant and exposed never landscape
eluding or explaining but also
bridging part of nothing
but pain
so how can we say of matter
crown of situations just because it punks realm
what rhymes with celestial what rhymes the bestial
we’re all done now warn me lament me raise me wicked
snip drip slice dice rise from the done fairytale
honorable source
not a hero’s not impoverished but diminished honey
having a hard day is a phrase with no syllables
my last illusion still my first
honey to holy prejudice
flush it out
knowing travels along feeling and the telegraphic
the pathological laugh will save me
where will your revenge place me then
what reward will flex muscle at me
aren’t we all traveling in the same direction?
why then the loneliness and sorrow?
seek ye consequence to be Godly
karma is retribution psychosurgery laments
the art the heart
economizes
laws protect the shudder
lawful integration
how much of it do I want
such scandal separates me from the roaring and the green
unknown to itself and the idea behind its decay
cured of and with pulsation
we must mull over this up-rooted-ness this herd of nafs tales
turned into wanton tail of spirit (the translation is fearful)
the infelicity of just because meaningful as in neither
embodied nor embedded rods and cones
zigzag with some sense of I feel good
the I all over itself differentiating
mine is in Konya because I heard the silent loosen their jaws
for one last cry one more good look at the neighborhood
their lazy shadow over grandmother’s porch
doused with memories
don’t ask for much
come to birth as magnificence in waiting
lowlands bought back cure themselves
an event in Konya waits for expression
as an accomplice paints oblivion
then eats it
what happened will always be a when
we insist on its parts
undermined
low-life boundary
claiming
it is a matter of bookkeeping I say
does your blue take away my wish for blue?
does sky take away from blue?
where is the third in all this
after all self is a space working itself robustly
I rose when spring declined summer I leftist women and children leftover trumped movement even as matter is sound to sense I indicated cipher a them in me I know and do not know touched and not touched corruption bidding an otherwise
begetting in my face as I ruminate nothing of my own is mine come lie down with your parts and breathe like Abraham wear your days as you come into your days reveal conceal peal deal
unlike Noah or Adam
heal as one from Eden
Shekhinah is Eden is dwelling I have had none so far
living my source to my level of drop off and pickup
a title run professes to lavishly situated assertions
lengthy and widely accepted parts moving
sworn to appear firmly directed
fasteners
as one appears the other sees that’s why the sky
related at the wink of an eye levels
safely begs self out of equation
lest memory is full
sweet sky unto itself domesticated
soul gone mad
beaten to syntax it arbiters days
functioning as parts
lonely tap of no character
my dwelling is with you
weigh your flutters to get to know self
to absorb hard & fast symmetry
a costly concept
chambermaid
concierge
prescribe for yourself dilation/ erasure
muster (third person that you are)
the duration facing you.
If not, winter
The world could have been a ball floating over water
could have towered Americanly about truth & logic
what comes to mind naturally obstacle I posit
a social versus natural phenomenon
Ecclesiastes breathes
defined by it
the industrial production numbers are in
floating desire on top some melody
to recognize and hence distance
to ground the intended
memorial
countrymen beholden to townspeople
built around food climate occupation
neither mourning nor refusing
the possibility of knowing
the cautionary
peel away possibility then
the fall defining I exist
no greater effort requires solidarity then
regard less the ice cap’s meltdown
truth comes to mind naturally
just because
as love is to heart authority is to a state
living the tribal social we must
build over bare necessity
one cannot hoard as that does not predicate
states or statements
the Adamly
transcribed in charity
pauses
what would I do without props for predicator?
pare pare down
dead leaf
butterfly
paper
kite butterfly
when is the qualifier excluded?
December to January American Tropical Blue
symbols blocked to permit the view
speaking without being
colony after colony the tune
a place the roll call lacks
the center
a world facing the narcic excretes itself
butterflies remember valence my heart
neither aimed nor anchored to debt
part symbol part symptom
skating contamination
as we calculus and sonnet our senses
(what sense) getting what we want
a radio bubble too many
extruded for love
what are your plans for later?
where are the negatives of this land they say
we stretch as gravity differential imposes
common sense the limit and then
one has no need for qualifier
accident prone.
Arpine Konyalian Grenier comes from science, music and the arts. The Concession Stand: Exaptation at the Margins (Otoliths, 2011) is her latest collection.
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