Cosmos
grabbed by the dog
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes
ye syes yes yes yes yes yes yesss
o my godddddgodgodgod theres an elephant
guess what color!
my plushie is a psychedelic substance
it hascome to take over the universe, yall —
κἀγὼ
from the unspeakable contingencies of time (a poetry for sisterhood)
(all, at least
it said)
then by me, these two voices en-joined let be,
to we, sisters in offering promise and prayer
as slight temper to make the passing storms
for held jointly, in common, though wounds, in-
deed, in kinship be, of beloveds, the poems
and a spoken word, silent heretofore — koina
my pieces impart, as you impart, as we impart
as parts - carried - apart of ones-being-in-love
by toils and grief and all-possible-turns
now to share it, O world, we let her be sung
the wind-gathering-song of our broken heart
. . .
(therefore)(or certainly not) beautifully by you
(does it seem)(do you seem)(seem you) to be said,
and do you accept
the word?
(πάνυ γε
ἔφη)
οὐκοῦν καλῶς σοι
δοκεῖ λέγεσθαι
καὶ ἀποδέχῃ
τὸν λόγον
Charmides 156ξ
//
καὶ ἐμοὶ ταῦτα συνεύχου
κοινὰ γὰρ τὰ τῶν φίλων
Phaedrus 279ξ
mogis pos
🌓
being carried apart
or(am i
really)(it says)(be i n g l y
or)have you not sensed and perceived(
and have you not been run into — )that
these(girlssssss) in this way, they speak
(and lay )(by speaking and laying) . . .
and (she has and holds and carries
and you have and hold and carry
and) it makes flow and pour
and shed and scatter
and shatter (by
the forked-
tongue-
vip-
er
)
?
ἢ οὐκ ᾔσθησαι
ὅτι ταῦτα οὕτως
λέγουσίν τε καὶ ἔχει
155ξ
//
mogis pos
mogis pos
mogis pos
as harmonium despair (we trial six-handed instruments) as immortalities
exhalation:
we need every breath you give
we must bind it with our own
so the One receives our dyad
inhalation:
(word being soul)
instrument:
by through-takings, would you shelter me,
O whistling, flute-playing-Pan,
through the body of a child,
through-bodied-father
embodying the all —
turnings-conjoined-
round O whole-
playing-part
grown-in, would you put-on your hands?
chord:
to take care is to hold
sisters crying-out
in-visibles
to cure
//
ἐκ δὴ
τούτου τοῦ λόγου
διαίταις
ἐπὶ πᾶν
τὸ σῶμα
τρεπόμενοι
μετὰ τοῦ ὅλου
τὸ μέρος
ἐπιχειροῦσιν
θεραπεύειν τε
καὶ ἰᾶσθαι
156ξ
//
mogis pos
a sentence around ultra-violetting girls
for we are, O Charmides, the love-charming eyes,
and like this she-song, the sort not to claim powers
to make healthy and sound the lonely head,
but like youre already making equals delights,
twice-sevenning and hearing-do-gooding healers,
(you do good)(lets do good)(our best)(as we can),
whenever anyone, as you and me, comes to them-
selves, as pain-suffering eyes,
they say, somehow, by saying that it doesnt do,
to put hands on solitary selves (you make alone)(as
you, ultra-violetting, you were and will be crying
aloud) to cure the eyes,
but it(perforce, from prison)(it lets)(let it)would be
our girls, and at the same time, would be necessary
to take care of her-head,
if it would be destined, by intending to do, and indeed,
(i see you)(you see me)(we give sight)(to giving sight),
to have well, and to hold well, the shes of the eyes,
ἔστι γάρ,
ὦ Χαρμίδη
τοιαύτη οἵα μὴ δύνασθαι
τὴν κεφαλὴν μόνον ὑγιᾶ ποιεῖν
ἀλλ᾽ ὥσπερ ἴσως
ἤδη καὶ σὺ ἀκήκοας
τῶν ἀγαθῶν ἰατρῶν
ἐπειδάν τις αὐτοῖς προσέλθῃ
τοὺς ὀφθαλμοὺς ἀλγῶν
λέγουσί που ὅτι
οὐχ οἷόν τε
αὐτοὺς μόνους ἐπιχειρεῖν
τοὺς ὀφθαλμοὺς ἰᾶσθαι
ἀλλ᾽ ἀναγκαῖον εἴη
ἅμα καὶ
τὴν κεφαλὴν θεραπεύειν
εἰ μέλλοι
καὶ τὰ τῶν ὀμμάτων εὖ ἔχειν
156β
//
mogis pos
kudianerotesia (if man is mortal then what am i)
my eyes the sea to see
inside the armor of a dress
fire-setting-me
no longer in myself
they are it is
i am i say
i hold
as it were my law
the wisest to be
this englorification of we
by Love
εἶδόν τε
τὰ ἐντὸς τοῦ ἱματίου
καὶ ἐφλεγόμην
καὶ οὐκέτ᾽ ἐν ἐμαυτοῦ
ἦν
καὶ ἐνόμισα σοφώτατον εἶναι
τὸν Κυδίαν τὰ ἐρωτικά
155δ
eta uh-
oh
🌗
for setting practice
who
(going)(coming)
between
me
and Critias
sits down
ὁ
δ᾽ ἐλθὼν
μεταξὺ
ἐμοῦ τε καὶ
τοῦ Κριτίου
ἐκαθέζετο
cf Phaedo 67δ
his own death
πρὸς οὖν ἐμὲ ὁ Κριτίας
Ἔναγχός τοι
ἔφη
βαρύνεσθαί
τι τὴν κεφαλὴν
ἕωθεν
ἀνιστάμενος
ἀλλὰ τί σε κωλύει
προσποιήσασθαι
πρὸς αὐτὸν
ἐπίστασθαί
τι κεφαλῆς φάρμακον
nothing
(they are)(it was)i was(saying)
worker bee
a flower said we were
too many words for work
we were begotten wrong
we were making matter
when we could make
matter some worth
sweet maybe
more work
more bee
bee scent between
her mythic mouth
her freckled breath
//
but beautifully
(it) was saying
(you) speak
and (we are)(were)(will be)(beauty)summoning it(self)
ἀλλὰ καλῶς
ἔφη
λέγεις
καὶ καλοῦμεν αὐτόν
155α
//
(myth of a honeybee)
🌕
alone on earth
on a plastic-woven recliner
on the garbage-strewn beach
as dawn reaches across the sea
her icy fingers peach and violet
that my iphone cant capture
not only because its broken
after seven years of coercion
i am surrounded by beach dogs
wagging tails and paws searching
me for snacks and company which
i surrender as i pat and scratch many
ears and necks and sleek black faces
and nuzzles of muzzles into my arms
they bury me in studious welcome
the poet was blind so hes
brushed by the rosy fingers
hes drinking the wine-dark sea
the sunrise of such sweet dreams
as momentary pouring out on me
me and all of these excitable dogs
its shocking hot-pink allusion
//
altogether(yes) at least
(he) Critias was saying
(since)(you are) (by you)(look you) and (he) is
both a lover of wisdom and
as it seems both to others and to (it)(him)self
altogether poetical
καὶ πάνυ γε
ἔφη ὁ Κριτίας
ἐπεί τοι καὶ ἔστιν
φιλόσοφός τε καί
ὡς δοκεῖ ἄλλοις τε καὶ ἑαυτῷ
πάνυ ποιητικός
154ε
my beauty and her body (nightdiving)
i.
my beauty, a green-haired, green-
breasted mermaid, goes diving
at night, for him
the younger i become
the more my body needs him
the more of me belongs to him
as a girl, i carried a memory
of breathing (in
and out
and dying, for him
and out
and down) into the fear, i carry
my memory of you
cool cells makeout warm blackness
your fish glistens for the light
my listeners listen for
i float around your parts, so delicate
my cinammon-green lips
dont trust the stars
ii.
my beauty is a woman of middle-age
her body is a school of fish
and the (part), our (part)
the (part) yielding to (his) man
(was yielding to) the wondrous
(they were)(i was saying)
but i also for (all) the children
i(they) offer mind(fulness)
how not one at another of them
(selves)(it) is looking
nor even whoever is the smallest
(they were)(i was saying)
but all as at an idol (our parts)
are gazing at (him)self
//
καὶ τὸ μὲν ἡμέτερον
τὸ τῶν ἀνδρῶν ἧττον
θαυμαστὸν
ἦν
ἀλλ᾽ ἐγὼ καὶ τοῖς παισὶ
προσέσχον τὸν νοῦν
ὡς οὐδεὶς ἄλλοσ᾽
ἔβλεπεν αὐτῶν
οὐδ᾽ ὅστις σμικρότατος
ἦν
ἀλλὰ πάντες ὥσπερ ἄγαλμα
ἐθεῶντο αὐτόν
🌒
but (the shining of)
all the other (words)
by me at least
(it doesnt care)
it was binding
were (one-)seeming in love
it was needful
(the quiet hurt)
of (your)self
all the other (words)
//
οἱ δὲ δὴ ἄλλοι πάντες
ἐρᾶν ἔμοιγε ἐδόκουν αὐτοῦ
154ξ
(nothing measured)
nevertheless
it was binding
it was needful
even then
that (one)
appeared to me wondrous
the great and the beautiful
(you)
//
ἀτὰρ οὖν δὴ καὶ τότε
ἐκεῖνος ἐμοὶ θαυμαστὸς ἐφάνη
τό τε μέγεθος καὶ τὸ κάλλος
154β
//
🌑
when god comes through (the family)
whats aorist is prologue proves
whats epilogue too poor
my past-progressive cousin turns
world future-perfect war
my uncle means the tyranny
what notes a slippery noose
what wills the wise unwilling wipes
my riverrunny nose a name of Zeus
//
Charmides
the son
of Glaucon
our uncle(godproblem)
and my cousin
Χαρμίδην
τὸν τοῦ Γλαύκωνος
τοῦ ἡμετέρου θείου ὑόν
ἐμὸν δὲ ἀνεψιόν
(i)(have seen and) know (him) of course
(flow)by Zeus
(i am)(they are) i say
οἶδα μέντοι
νὴ Δία
ἦν δ᾽ ἐγώ
//
family tree
one
the wise only
(to be) called un-wills
and wills Zeus
name
🌘
double-bound helix
returning from battle
(i am) (they are) i say
(he) is who and of what
somehow you know
(it) says but (the other)
was not yet grown
before your going away
//
somehow you (have seen and) know (him)
(he) was saying
but (he) was not yet grown
before your going away