is without abode
or foundation
the true position
is no position
or any position
what you think
what you sense
what you feel
any point
becomes the point
becomes
the way of seeing
therefore
the world
is without
foundation
and space
the ground
of possibility
atman
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
blue umbrella by greg. t. charlton is a work of poetic fiction. published by killer press may 2008. Isbn: 978 0 9751583 6 4. (c) copyright: greg. t. charlton. 2008. all rights reserved.
for Judith
Tuesday 30 January 2007
Monday 29 January 2007
9/11
during the attack
he sat
in a school room
an aide
came and told him
mr. president
the country is under attack
he sat
why no response
no movement
no act?
perhaps
he knew
before the fact?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
he sat
in a school room
an aide
came and told him
mr. president
the country is under attack
he sat
why no response
no movement
no act?
perhaps
he knew
before the fact?
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Saturday 27 January 2007
the word is
you can't occupy
a country
a heart
a space
there is no fixture
only simultaneity
and this really
a question of
perspective
an ideal positing
of place
a pretty idea
necessary
and false
the days should
be tempered
with whiskey
the nights
with prayer
words
are the game
we are trapped in
laughter
the only escape
suffering
pins us
to the ground
protect
the senses
discipline
the heart
there is only one
direction
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
a country
a heart
a space
there is no fixture
only simultaneity
and this really
a question of
perspective
an ideal positing
of place
a pretty idea
necessary
and false
the days should
be tempered
with whiskey
the nights
with prayer
words
are the game
we are trapped in
laughter
the only escape
suffering
pins us
to the ground
protect
the senses
discipline
the heart
there is only one
direction
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Friday 26 January 2007
meta survey
the surface is hard
ground / light
inside / (beneath)
the world is mind
the knowing
cannot be seen / touched
there is no geography
only
rest or motion
the body
reflected
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
ground / light
inside / (beneath)
the world is mind
the knowing
cannot be seen / touched
there is no geography
only
rest or motion
the body
reflected
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
road song
worlds
shut down
but you keep going
on the meta highway
there is no stopping
this space here
is always true
and time
a translucent shadow
disappearing back
to nothing
you have no idea of
the reason for
towns passing by
the landscape
pictures
painted on
pictures
a perfect cover for
the eternal heart
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
shut down
but you keep going
on the meta highway
there is no stopping
this space here
is always true
and time
a translucent shadow
disappearing back
to nothing
you have no idea of
the reason for
towns passing by
the landscape
pictures
painted on
pictures
a perfect cover for
the eternal heart
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Monday 22 January 2007
the secret art
when mortality
descends
like
a clear-eyed day
say yea
and be as still
as a peerless lake
or if the fact
a chill
to the spirit
a crippling
of the heart
seek
the timeless
in thought
and sense
immersion
in the moment
is
the secret art
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
descends
like
a clear-eyed day
say yea
and be as still
as a peerless lake
or if the fact
a chill
to the spirit
a crippling
of the heart
seek
the timeless
in thought
and sense
immersion
in the moment
is
the secret art
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Saturday 20 January 2007
delight
is/
the street of
angels
hearts flying
to eyes
eyes to stone
eyes to sky
night falls
black
and we are
skeletons
bright
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
the street of
angels
hearts flying
to eyes
eyes to stone
eyes to sky
night falls
black
and we are
skeletons
bright
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Thursday 18 January 2007
Sunday 14 January 2007
the point of history is
the point of history is
the recollection of
possible worlds
(how you configured
the sun
and the moon
in phases)
the constructions
of thinking
that made for strength
and joy
(days of delight)
know
you are beyond
the facts
are a panorama
of colours fading
nothing into nothing
(and for no reason)
the centre
eternal
time and space
endless descriptions
of
matter and mind
textures
covers for
the great absence
(is beauty)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
the recollection of
possible worlds
(how you configured
the sun
and the moon
in phases)
the constructions
of thinking
that made for strength
and joy
(days of delight)
know
you are beyond
the facts
are a panorama
of colours fading
nothing into nothing
(and for no reason)
the centre
eternal
time and space
endless descriptions
of
matter and mind
textures
covers for
the great absence
(is beauty)
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Wednesday 10 January 2007
he said
to the young bloke
it's a dangerous way
to be
to throw off
the material world
possessions
and things
the physical world
holds you together
your spirit
cannot be compromised
by your body
your mind
is just
its idea
do not deny
or separate out
embrace
your essence
is the unity
of all
things
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
to the young bloke
it's a dangerous way
to be
to throw off
the material world
possessions
and things
the physical world
holds you together
your spirit
cannot be compromised
by your body
your mind
is just
its idea
do not deny
or separate out
embrace
your essence
is the unity
of all
things
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Tuesday 9 January 2007
manifest
so
the space
of consciousness
is the world
in awareness
( )
the idea
of the outside
is hard
to the touch
a spectrum
of colour
the anarchy
(a beautiful)
of sound
and scent
another mathematics
of desire
mind
touches only
mind
and this a secret
hidden
in eyes
a plane of being
(delight)
above the games
of knowledge
the action of daylight
the diversion
of science
necessary
to safeguard
the sacred
clarity
defying language
before
all vanity
the world is open
) (
I am mad
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
the space
of consciousness
is the world
in awareness
( )
the idea
of the outside
is hard
to the touch
a spectrum
of colour
the anarchy
(a beautiful)
of sound
and scent
another mathematics
of desire
mind
touches only
mind
and this a secret
hidden
in eyes
a plane of being
(delight)
above the games
of knowledge
the action of daylight
the diversion
of science
necessary
to safeguard
the sacred
clarity
defying language
before
all vanity
the world is open
) (
I am mad
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
Thursday 4 January 2007
mindtraps
just straight up
you and the world
it's not like you
are loved
the lake is crystal
and cold
to the heart
a beauty of wilderness
or
you are fighting
your way out
of
a nightmare
there is no end
to the corridors and the dog
knows
each turn
there are indeed
questions of safety
and nourishment
no greater than
the way of insects
and birds of flight
no threat
at all from the inside
(never forget this)
and others come
with their stories
of what is behind the hill and behind the sky
what is behind
your eyes
worlds come into
existence
when the stranger
appears
the imposture of notions
is the real business of the money
changers
the facade of armies
is the secret work of all
cartoonists
and you are educated
to know
the real horror is
that you do not
know
(couldn't be neater
the real hard slog
pays off
the magicians
of the world bank
mandarins
in that lobby in Geneva
smiles
tea and devastation
all around)
so the great rush to belief
like it's always Saturday night
'you must believe in something
of course'
the art of enslavement
is a simple argument
based on ignorance
you really don't need
the whole box
and dice
everything follows
QED
and so
marked with the pox
we cleanse
in battle
and degredation
as if to
prove
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
you and the world
it's not like you
are loved
the lake is crystal
and cold
to the heart
a beauty of wilderness
or
you are fighting
your way out
of
a nightmare
there is no end
to the corridors and the dog
knows
each turn
there are indeed
questions of safety
and nourishment
no greater than
the way of insects
and birds of flight
no threat
at all from the inside
(never forget this)
and others come
with their stories
of what is behind the hill and behind the sky
what is behind
your eyes
worlds come into
existence
when the stranger
appears
the imposture of notions
is the real business of the money
changers
the facade of armies
is the secret work of all
cartoonists
and you are educated
to know
the real horror is
that you do not
know
(couldn't be neater
the real hard slog
pays off
the magicians
of the world bank
mandarins
in that lobby in Geneva
smiles
tea and devastation
all around)
so the great rush to belief
like it's always Saturday night
'you must believe in something
of course'
the art of enslavement
is a simple argument
based on ignorance
you really don't need
the whole box
and dice
everything follows
QED
and so
marked with the pox
we cleanse
in battle
and degredation
as if to
prove
(c) greg. t. charlton. 2007.
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