Phaedrus

    heirloom of nine parts over twelve days (5/6 and 8/9)

    but(him)self, o bearer of the silver-bow, lord who throws-from-afar(hekatebolos)Apollo,

    at one time(and indeed)across rugged Kynthos you go(you take your way)
    (pass)(set out)(run)(get onto, out of, into something)(you go on-board
    or disembark)(a ship)(to bestride and protect a fallen friend)(or
    to drag the body off)(of an enemy)(you mount a chariot
    and stand beside another),

    but at another(time, you go)wandering aimlessly around
    to shun and flee-from islands and men.

    αὐτὸς δ᾽, ἀργυρότοξε, ἄναξ ἑκατηβόλ᾽ Ἄπολλον,
    ἄλλοτε μέν τ᾽ ἐπὶ Κύνθου ἐβήσαο παιπαλόεντος,
    ἄλλοτε δ᾽ ἂν νήσους τε καὶ ἀνέρας ἠλάσκαζες.

    many(o many)to(for)(by)you(are)the temple-dwellings and the woody(with tree-
    like markings)groves;

    but all(o all)(whole)(get, you)(acquire, you)(possess, you)the lookout-places(hill-
    tops)(peaks)and(watch-towers)and(the friends, o friend, by the friend)he
    would love the highest(topmost)(outmost)(inmost)headlands(cliffs
    and bluffs)of lofty mountains(and lofty asses, well, and lofty mules),
    and the(nine)rivers flowing-through(o flowing)into the sea;

    πολλοί τοι νηοί τε καὶ ἄλσεα δενδρήεντα:
    πᾶσαι δὲ σκοπιαί τε φίλαι καὶ πρώονες ἄκροι
    ὑψηλῶν ὀρέων ποταμοί θ᾽ ἅλαδε προρέοντες:

    but you(to)(for)by Delos, o Phoibos(bright, radiant, pure), you most delight
    and gladden, cheer, make content the(etor)heart(life-passion),

    ἀλλὰ σὺ Δήλῳ, Φοῖβε, μάλιστ᾽ ἐπιτέρπεαι ἦτορ,

    (as Odysseus, even in the midst of his tall-tale, admits of ships
    driven by oars, and wars, and throwing spears and arrows, o dyad-
    mournful(sorry)(good-for-nothing)(wretched)(painful)things,
    which by others at least become horrible, nevertheless,

    those things(to)(for)by him, is(the)beloved, which somehow the god
    had put there, in his phrenes(heart-breast-perception-memory-
    desire-anger-inward-thought); for different men(he men-
    splains, as he lies)take joy in different works.

    ἀλλά μοι αἰεὶ νῆες ἐπήρετμοι φίλαι ἦσαν
    καὶ πόλεμοι καὶ ἄκοντες ἐΰξεστοι καὶ ὀϊστοί,
    λυγρά, τά τ᾽ ἄλλοισίν γε καταριγηλὰ πέλονται.
    αὐτὰρ ἐμοὶ τὰ φίλ᾽ ἔσκε τά που θεὸς ἐν φρεσὶ θῆκεν:
    ἄλλος γάρ τ᾽ ἄλλοισιν ἀνὴρ ἐπιτέρπεται ἔργοις.
    Odyssey 14.224)

    there(to)(for)by you the Ionians with their trailing tunics gather together
    their(him)selves with children and with worthy
    and venerable bed-partners and wives.

    ἔνθα τοι ἑλκεχίτωνες Ἰάονες ἠγερέθονται
    αὐτοῖς σὺν παίδεσσι καὶ αἰδοίῃς ἀλόχοισιν.

    (as black Ajax and red Ajax would never take their stand apart, on
    the battlefield at Troy, not even a little; but as, into the fallow land,
    wine-dyad-dark-oxen(fixed-together-plough in equal-thumos-spirit-
    power-drive)both-bearing(carrying)(bringing)they stretch(stretch,
    you!)and bend(bend it!)and draw-it-out(you, do that too!)
    the fixed-together-plough;

    but, there and then, on both sides, from their under-end-most-horns
    much sweat gushes(so you two, spout)forth;

    and they-two(indeed)the polished-yoke-alone-apart-it-works(it bars
    the way)(youre worked)(youre barred)dyad-releasing(letting go,
    hurling, throwing, sending, letting flow and spouting forth)through-
    and-against the furrow;

    but(it)overtakes(reaches)(finds)(will-be-accomplishing)(arise,
    you!)the limit of the earths arable land;

    so they-two, beside-both-standing, beside-both-passing-beyond,
    beside-both-transgressing, exceedingly they make their stand,
    (to)(for)(by)(belonging)an-other-to-the-one.

    Αἴας δ᾽ οὐκέτι πάμπαν Ὀϊλῆος ταχὺς υἱὸς
    ἵστατ᾽ ἀπ᾽ Αἴαντος Τελαμωνίου οὐδ᾽ ἠβαιόν,
    ἀλλ᾽ ὥς τ᾽ ἐν νειῷ βόε οἴνοπε πηκτὸν ἄροτρον
    ἶσον θυμὸν ἔχοντε τιταίνετον: ἀμφὶ δ᾽ ἄρά σφι
    πρυμνοῖσιν κεράεσσι πολὺς ἀνακηκίει ἱδρώς:
    τὼ μέν τε ζυγὸν οἶον ἐΰξοον ἀμφὶς ἐέργει
    ἱεμένω κατὰ ὦλκα: τέμει δέ τε τέλσον ἀρούρης:
    ὣς τὼ παρβεβαῶτε μάλ᾽ ἕστασαν ἀλλήλοιιν.
    Iliad 13.701)

    but those by boxing(you) and dancing(you) and singing(you),
    (they)remembering you(they delight, gladden, and satisfy)with joy,
    delight, gladness, and cheer, that they would make their stand(-up-
    right, stand-up, rise-up, begin, stand-still, anew)their struggle,
    battle, action, assembly, contest, argument, issue — their AGON.

    οἱ δέ σε πυγμαχίῃ τε καὶ ὀρχηθμῷ καὶ ἀοιδῇ
    μνησάμενοι τέρπουσιν, ὅτ᾽ ἄν στήσωνται ἀγῶνα.

    and he(indeed)would say, to be undying and ageless always,
    which thereby would come-and-go to meet,
    that Ionians altogether-as-a-body
    (o all-together, all-at-once)
    would very-well-be;

    φαίη κ᾽ ἀθανάτους καὶ ἀγήρως ἔμμεναι αἰεί,
    ὃς τόθ᾽ ὑπαντιάσει᾽, ὅτ᾽ Ἰάονες ἀθρόοι εἶεν:

    for of all would he see grace, favor, beauty, glory, kindness, good-
    will, gratitude, gratification, delight, satisfaction; but he would
    take pleasure in, enjoy, rejoice, have full enjoyment in, the thumos
    and men — (he)(o he)looking into(upon)beholding — and women
    with beautiful girdles(and leashes)and swift ships(with ship-like temple-
    dwellings)and of swift-selves, their possessions(property, heirlooms,
    “the fur coat grandma wore”, you add, and we say sure, and wealth,
    estates, farms, fields, vineyards, materials)both-many-and-both.

    πάντων γάρ κεν ἴδοιτο χάριν, τέρψαιτο δὲ θυμὸν
    ἄνδρας τ᾽ εἰσορόων καλλιζώνους τε γυναῖκας
    νῆάς τ᾽ ὠκείας ἠδ᾽ αὐτῶν κτήματα πολλά.


    (just as the beautiful girdles, maybe fur coats too, in the fake-wedding, when

    Odysseus has newly-burst-forth from his disguise and slaughtered the suitors,
    and the old maid wakes-up Penelope, from a very good sleep, to tell her; and it
    must be the happiest of all moments in the whole history of human poetry, after
    one of terrifying brutality; but Pen doesnt go to him right away; she holds back
    her trust, telling their son that they have signs known only by themselves, to prove
    they are(to)(for)(by)each other; and Odysseus pretends to hold a wedding,
    to distract the Ithakans from the fact he has just butchered their best youth;
    or, as he voices-meta-through:

    “but we have killed the prop(support)(stay of the city)(the sunken rock,
    reef)(bank)(barrow)(that which keeps a ship steady, ballast,
    and also earrings, maybe Heras mulberry ones
    from yesterday — ),

    those great-most-excellent-ones among(young men)the shoots-
    and-consequences of satiety, surfeit, and insolence)in Ithaka;

    but those, we have ordered you
    to consider(purpose, plan, contrive)(perceive,
    observe — watch — guard — beware)."

    ἡμεῖς δ᾽ ἕρμα πόληος ἀπέκταμεν, οἳ μέγ᾽ ἄριστοι
    κούρων εἰν Ἰθάκῃ: τὰ δέ σε φράζεσθαι ἄνωγα.

    but Eurynome cleans all the gore from Odysseus so that hes suffused again
    with beauty, as when a craftsman gold-overlays-on-silver; so we again can see
    his locks of hair-hung-down like purple hyacinth; so-looking-immortal goes he
    to meet Penelope; he calls her strange, she calls him strange; then she tests him,
    by telling the maid to bring his bed; and Odysseus proves himself, by saying, you
    cant do that, as we made our own bed, so we know it very well; especially by one
    particular feature, which only he could accomplish; which was, he built it from
    a living tree, roots in the ground; Pen melts into tears and asks him forgive-
    ness; Pen-splaining, the jealous gods gave them misery based on how happy
    they would have been together, throughout their youth; but there are many men
    who would have tried to deceive her, and thats why she has to test him; Pen-
    splaining-further, that neither would Helen have gone with Paris, and become
    the center of the Trojan war, had she not been so deceived; from which we may
    conclude, that she tests him, as taking such precautions now, against
    ever being the woman
    at the center
    of a war;

    and then he appears, to her, as welcome as the land to men who are drowning,
    and she couldnt let him go from her white-armed, like Heras, earths, embrace;
    and Athena holds back time, so that they have enough of it, for tears, for hugs,
    for conversation, and Od tells Pen about his sign; until the old-maid Eurynome
    dresses their bed for them(probably we should check her out);
    but they, as one might put it, “gladly went
    together to bed, and their old ritual."

    but his voices-meta-through,

    “and they(by himself)(by herself)(indeed)thereupon-gladly-welcomed(o gladly-
    welcomed ones)of the ancient(couch)bed(lektron)(yous make ancient)(make
    it ancient, yous, that which is laid down)(the site, the place)(the rite, the law,
    the order)(rule, precept, right)(tribunal,

    they)come to walk-about(approach)(reach)(take their way)(visit)(present-
    their-self-to)(to come or fall into their hands, approach
    as one(we)suppliant, having-reached-home, after
    swimming, spinning, and piling-in-
    heaps,

    their deepmost law
    (our zebra-dove)
    of peace."

    οἱ μὲν ἔπειτα
    ἀσπάσιοι λέκτροιο παλαιοῦ θεσμὸν ἵκοντο:
    Od. 23.147-296)

    but toward this great wonder, of which the rumour(report, fame, glory)never
    will it perish(come to an end)(die)(be lost)(undone)(in a state of)(ruin),

    those girls(maidens)(nymphs)(daughters)(puppets)(dolls)(pupils of
    the eye)(in the hieron)(o girls), who as women we call the Deliades,
    of the far-shooting-one, are the handmaids(o handmaids)(dwellings);

    cf Phaedrus

    πρὸς δὲ τόδε μέγα θαῦμα, ὅου κλέος οὔποτ᾽ ὀλεῖται,
    κοῦραι Δηλιάδες, ἑκατηβελέταο θεράπναι:

    and those(shes)since(you are already following the dyad-word-song)there
    and then, the first(o first)indeed(on the one hand)Apollo(they)would sing
    (celebrate, commemorate, make famous, tell over and over again, recite,
    repeat, harp upon(him),

    )but(on the other hand)back again, anew, in turn,
    hereafter, again further(bow wow)(aouuu)
    Leto and(indeed)Artemis, pourer-forth-of-arrows,

    αἵ τ᾽ ἐπεὶ ἂρ πρῶτον μὲν Ἀπόλλων᾽ ὑμνήσωσιν,
    αὖτις δ᾽ αὖ Λητώ τε καὶ Ἄρτεμιν ἰοχέαιραν,

    (o shes)remembering(him)and of men(o rearing-up)(rearing)(the rearing-
    up into manhood)and of old age(o ageing)(ageing)(the ageing)and
    of women(they)sing the hymn,

    but(they)work upon by spells and enchantment(bewitch)(charm)(spell-bind)(work
    upon by wiles)(cajole)(beguile, deceive, cheat)(charm, delight, ravish)
    (by hims-and-theys-enchanting)

    the tribes(races, classes, swarms, nations)(of tribes races, classes,
    swarms, nations)(by tribes, races, classes, swarms,
    nations)of human beings.

    μνησάμεναι ἀνδρῶν τε παλαιῶν ἠδὲ γυναικῶν
    ὕμνον ἀείδουσιν, θέλγουσι δὲ φῦλ᾽ ἀνθρώπων.


    from hymn 3 to Apollo

    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
    )
    ?


    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

    we of the leaf (hemeteroi helikiotai)

    we being irreducible (say you)(they say)(O saying one)(i say)(the saying)

    that itself (it let)(let it) would be a leaf

    but some song (she) sung upon the pharmakon (lets it)(it lets) be me

    if someone would sing (she) along (you) and at the same time (me) (inquire)(use)(consult)(entreat)(experience) (being slightly wounded) by we

    all in all in all we will make a (healthy) living tree (and overgrowingly) would make the pharmakon

    but without (send it up)(let it grow wild)(accomplish it) of the song

    no help would be (neither to nor from) of the leaf



    καὶ ἐγὼ εἶπον
    ὅτι αὐτὸ μὲν εἴη
    φύλλον τι

    ἐπῳδὴ δέ τις
    ἐπὶ τῷ φαρμάκῳ
    εἴη

    ἣν εἰ μέν τις ἐπᾴδοι
    ἅμα καὶ
    χρῷτο αὐτῷ

    παντάπασιν
    ὑγιᾶ ποιοῖ
    τὸ φάρμακον

    ἄνευ δὲ
    τῆς ἐπῳδῆς
    οὐδὲν ὄφελος εἴη
    τοῦ φύλλου

    155ε

    news of orchids

    photo of orchid roots hanging down off of a few orchids planted on a vertical wood surface against a concrete wall with moss

    Phaedrus:

    isn’t it overgrowingly (huper-phuos)

    (in) other things
    and also by the names (honomasin)
    joined (together) (eresthai)

    // Phaedrus 234ξ

    οὐχ ὑπερφυῶς

    τά τε ἄλλα
    καὶ τοῖς ὀνόμασιν εἰρῆσθαι

    //

    yesterday, in the kitchen, our friend whos out
    from prison, was sharing gossip about a junior
    being caught and being sent to aranjep
    over kampung coffee and orchid media.

    and no, they never tell me how it works.
    the violet news arrives always from inside
    the shackled parallel, the humbled inflorescence.
    recirculating sources its own mystery.

    war-salvaged rumors from the streets are white
    like mouses ears that dream into my peers.
    we build them nests from all our mixed-up hair.
    the silver blacks the blonde. the ashen thatch.

    the trees trail overgrowingly through tails
    and tubers until, tangled up, the bearded roots.
    to found us here. among inmates and outlaws
    and songs, as clove tobacco blanketed our evening.

    did you know, they blow the breath of dust
    until a fungus makes the faerie home?
    a thinking blink is how they move from there
    to here, a mayfly mask, the wake to name a wink.

    the jungle knows no law, leastly, my wooden sanity.
    and when reports an owling bloom, my nervous cell —
    i dont believe in walls, i saw you on the battlefield, and
    i dont believe youre dead, how could you trust me.

    so we have come to be present, by the previous
    of evening, out of Potidaea, from the army.
    and as having arrived, through time, gladly
    i go. and two-thirds of the words are backwards slang.


    //

    Socrates:

    we have come to be present (hekomen)
    by the previous of evening
    out of Potidaea from the army-ground (stratopedon)

    and as having arrived through time
    gladly
    i go

    upon the together-dwelling (sunethes)
    rubbed-throughs (diatribas)

    // Charmides 153α

    ἥκομεν τῇ προτεραίᾳ ἑσπέρας ἐκ Ποτειδαίας ἀπὸ τοῦ στρατοπέδου

    οἷον δὲ διὰ χρόνου ἀφιγμένος
    ἁσμένως
    ᾖα

    ἐπὶ τὰς συνήθεις διατριβάς

    //

    🌒

    underneath a circle

    the face of the moon
    sheds her shimmering veils
    until the night sky
    goes quiet again

    to give the charm or bite the leaf
    a river coursing swift or deep
    through horn or through ivory

    at around noon
    grey eyes toward the ground
    in swastikasana underneath
    a circle of blue

    (from a prison cell)


    //

    Phaedrus:

    how (ti) does it shine (phainetai)
    by you

    O Socrates

    the logos?

    234ξ

    τί σοι φαίνεται
    ὦ Σώκρατες
    ὁ λόγος

    //

    🌑

    commandment

    photo at the beach where waves have made contoured patterns in beige and black sand, with foamy sea water moving around a volcanic rock in the upper left, and bright warm sunlight reflecting off of water in the upper right corner of the image.

    the clay was in your hand. life turned

    onto the skin. a fountain was desire.
    i dipped my fingers in, day after day

    to taste this young and yearning body.
    you didnt have to tell me even once

    until my garden was creased and crinkled.
    as later fell, we were unfolding it all

    together. the sweet milk of a whisper.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    (love) (ask) (erota)

    // 234ξ

    ἐρώτα

    burlesque empire

    photo at the beach taken at the edge of the water, with the water rippling up over hunks of coral submerged in sand, and some darker pieces of coral visible pointing up out of the shallow water, reflecting warm light.

    to cross the Rubicon, where left meets right,
    we found a body. being unrecognized,
    we hold it side-by-side her photograph.
    the printed animal in black and white
    was captive to the scene: how Bettie used
    the furniture, her pose and what it meant
    to her, her legs and what they wore for us.
    stilettos pointed out the stars. surely
    they were not hours in bondage to a fault.
    the leather business never skins enough,
    as keys to pleasure play the vault betrayed,
    and suits around her salivate like wolves.
    the burlesque empire folds itself around the twain:
    a missing woman tangled in the pin-up queen.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    but if
    (on the other hand)
    you still long for (potheein)
    anything

    leading (the way) and holding (it) (hegoumenos)
    to have been left aside (para-lepein)

    // 234ξ

    εἰ δ᾽ ἔτι τι σὺ ποθεῖς

    ἡγούμενος παραλελεῖφθαι

    finish fingertrap

    photo at the beach of water pulling away from sand almost out of the frame, into the upper right-hand corner of the image, suffused with luminescent golden-beige

    finger
    finger
    finger
    finger
    thumb

    finger
    finger
    finger
    finger
    thumb

    finger
    finger
    finger
    finger
    thumb

    Rachmaninov


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    i
    (one the one hand)
    really
    enough (ikana)
    by me
    practice (nomizo)
    the (things) having been spoken (eiremena)

    // 234ξ

    ἐγὼ μὲν οὖν ἱκανά μοι νομίζω τὰ εἰρημένα

    axios

    a dramatic black and white photo taken at the beach of black volcanic boulders sitting at the shoreline, at low tide, with nearly still water and dead coral reef in the distance.

    my monsoon, in decline, lets run again. the cocks
    roll thunder. high on this island, cloud-blind, some soft
    grey ankle socks deliver me. wherever

    cast ironies become a blanket feast. the cold,
    like snow, but i belong to it. and where i sit,
    i am not alone. i am the least

    interesting thing about me. morning is a word
    upon blue lips. change comes from a beast behind
    the oracle. meaning takes a midnight train

    to hear the tightropes hum. like details falling down
    a face, like curtains swaying in a drift. if
    i fail, then i forget. and being neither of these.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    but there must be (dei)

    not even one (medemian)
    harm (blaben)
    from itself

    and help (opheleia)
    born (gignesthai)
    by both (amphoin)

    // 234ξ

    δεῖ δὲ

    βλάβην μὲν ἀπ᾽ αὐτοῦ μηδεμίαν

    ὠφελίαν δὲ ἀμφοῖν γίγνεσθαι

    //

    previously

    no post again tomorrow
    for routine medical & traffic.
    enjoy infrastructure. x

    🌘

    tasty vs stinky

    photo taken at the beach of a frothy swirl of greenish seawater over beige-brownish sand

    if the (un)father(ing) flew
    a pulpy, creamy poem
    to feather they were not
    a man, what then would

    i eat for dessert?

    being care-
    ful of the spikes —
    and mind-
    ful of the blast radius —

    a durian

    released by my small hands,
    to share between my friends.
    frozen, blended custard; topped
    with darkness (chocolate) crackling.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    nor
    for you wishing (boulomai)
    to be unnoticed (lanthanein) by others
    (is it) similarly (homoios)
    powerful (dunatos)

    // 234ξ

    οὔτε σοὶ βουλομένῳ τοὺς ἄλλους λανθάνειν ὁμοίως δυνατόν

    //

    feet

    and her funny expression

    photo at the beach of the edge of the water, with small streams of water trickling back through the beige and grey sand down into the low tide, which is in the upper left corner of the image; with water carving many feathered and contoured ways into the clear water, reflecting pale and silvery sunlight, studded with occasional black and grey volcanic rocks or chunks of coral, and smaller stones and pieces of shells.

    the way is borne between
    two virgin sisters:
    a line for little kings,
    a line for little beggars.

    if the way feels very long,
    sometimes the truth
    is this: turn yourself
    around to see her face.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    for neither
    for the taker (lambanein)
    (is) the balance (axios)
    of equal grace (charitos ises)

    // 234ξ

    οὔτε γὰρ τῷ λαμβάνοντι χάριτος ἴσης ἄξιον

    myth of a hermit crab

    photo of detritus at the beach including stones, coral fragments polished down by waves, and other small things, among which there may be a hermit crab, on black-ish sand speckled with beige.

    when, among strewn stones, the roar, sea-rubbled
    coral, drubbed-featureless bones, by the vast
    intelligence of salt-lung-water, currents, swells
    and cycles of one planet to another
    precious, semi-circle moon

    when, of intertidal spine or ladder, a rambler up
    and down the baking sand, the beach, which burns
    my feet, the purge of undertows, the surging rips
    and sneaker waves
    behind, above, on wind a hunting wing

    when, a shadow moving in, to halt
    the camera, home, returns me to my knees
    knuckled, imprints of gravel on red skin
    engraved by seashell shards, held-back, worked-in
    to kneeling, as if eons, there, to wait

    for when, if ever, the sun can
    be still enough to catch
    the nestled-in extend
    a tentative feeler, a tiny
    bristled limb

    when those barely let
    light breathe or gills retreat
    between the lens and
    a shuttered eye-
    stem

    the how-less
    greet


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    but the loving (one)
    would not urge (keleuein) you
    toward all the loving (ones)

    to hold (echein) this thinking-through (dianoia)

    // 234β

    οὐδ᾽ ἂν τὸν ἐρῶντα
    πρὸς ἅπαντάς σε κελεύειν τοὺς ἐρῶντας

    ταύτην ἔχειν τὴν διάνοιαν

    //

    🌗

    rude wisdom

    photo at the beach of frothy and foamy water washing over and across sand in blended and contoured waves of brown, tan, and blue-black.

    true story, when i was nine or ten
    my father, at the time, sat me down
    as fathers do, to read Plato’s Apology.
    there had been a situation at school.

    it was a public school and i was new.
    it had to do with bullying and needing
    to choose a side. well i guess a child
    encounters force beside deliberation.

    after i finished reading, he asked me
    what Socrates would do. it was not
    really a question. and i was no fool.
    i said, but papa, i am not Socrates.

    this morning, i woke up from a dream
    about an oil spill. well the sign put forth.
    it grew like coltsfoot in the broken step
    where id removed an unbelonging one.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    well i guess (oimai)

    // 234β

    ἐγὼ μὲν οἶμαι

    //

    previously

    the daddys issue

    some days like i become your magazine
    some days like i become your loaded gun
    these days it makes no difference which (oil spill)

    yes i read your letter yesterday and all
    the days before, your hollow men, your dump
    truck spat into my bed, and im not sure

    it got there but i wrote you on the third
    to say, how dare you write me when you never
    learn to read a single fucking word


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    whether id recommend (para-aineein
    for you
    to gratify
    all
    the not-loving (ones) (me erosi)

    // 234β

    εἰ ἅπασίν σοι παραινῶ τοῖς μὴ ἐρῶσι χαρίζεσθαι

    //

    oil spill

    on genealogy

    for when you’re here, have this of me. as time
    lets go of us, a song escapes the circlet in
    a stranger coming home; eventuality.

    under covers of moonlight, the folding pages
    yellowed in memory, a gnawing book-
    worm spins the orphanage; mulberry leaves.

    some shadows at a funeral see less,
    and lesson me, nightmare and burnt-off limb.
    to hold a hand in grace; fatherlessness.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    equally (isos)

    if you would really ask (eroio)
    me

    // 234β

    ἴσως

    ἂν οὖν ἔροιό με

    the self-guarding deliberation of one who wouldn't love

    so, paedophilia is in the news again. or
    ephebophilia, as the clarifiers say, making clear
    nothing. and every soul in Athens seems
    a perpetrator and a victim of the crime; i
    have come to understand it as a spectrum.

    the young, the young, we must protect the young;
    who does and doesn’t say it is a creep. so where
    might i protect them from the citizen? and where
    might i protect them from the serpent of my tongue? if
    here, rare and slithering and beautiful, it would insert itself

    into your ear. into any nubile mind, and call it
    education. once upon a time, a little fiction built
    the beating heart of my self-government. all fallen
    on the shell-shocked ears of popular abuse. all fallen
    across the scattered pages of history.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    you
    really
    remember (memneso)
    the things having been spoken (eremenon)

    and (put) it into the heart (en-thumou)

    that (on the one hand)
    beloveds (hoi philoi)
    warn (nouthetousin) (or put-in-mind)
    lovers (erontas)

    of the practice (epi-tedeumatos)
    being (ontos)
    bad (kakou)

    and (on the other hand)
    no one ever yet in the household (ton oikeion)
    accused (emempsato)
    the not-loving (me erosin)

    of
    through this
    badly deliberating (bouleuein)
    about themselves (peri eauton)

    // 234β

    σὺ οὖν τῶν τε εἰρημένων μέμνησο

    καὶ ἐκεῖνο ἐνθυμοῦ

    ὅτι τοὺς μὲν ἐρῶντας οἱ φίλοι νουθετοῦσιν

    ὡς ὄντος κακοῦ τοῦ ἐπιτηδεύματος

    τοῖς δὲ μὴ ἐρῶσιν οὐδεὶς πώποτε τῶν οἰκείων ἐμέμψατο

    ὡς διὰ τοῦτο κακῶς βουλευομένοις περὶ ἑαυτῶν

    myth of sea urchins

    oh protecting self of fire, oh siren song
    of dragon scales; by glass, a flashing wheel,
    honed steel, and feathers through the scapula;
    so eager grows her guardian of tears.

    so cells divide an urchin by its need
    for spine, for swimmers heart, for art. cut us

    in half, and each retains their whole of holes.
    consistency is pluripotency in love.

    so ocean breathes, with grave authority.
    and armor makes, re-wakes itself; fossils
    desire; marine in-vertebrates our queer
    anthropocene; our deeper keys, in blastomere.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    and not those who
    ceasing from desire (pauomenoi tes epi-thumias)
    will seek a pretext (prophasin)
    for hatred (echthra)

    but those who
    of ceased season (pausamenou tes horas)

    will then display (epi-deiknumi)
    excellence (arete)
    of their own

    // 234α

    οὐδὲ οἵτινες παυόμενοι τῆς ἐπιθυμίας ἔχθρας πρόφασιν ζητήσουσιν

    ἀλλ᾽ οἳ παυσαμένου τῆς ὥρας

    τότε τὴν αὑτῶν ἀρετὴν ἐπιδείξονται

    //

    (plz dont miss
    kate & tori references)

    🌖

    don’t drop by

    tonight; to see you makes me dangerous.
    an ember sleeps; you hide yourself.
    every soldier in uniform is a suicide.

    oh, my friend, don’t drop the grenade, don’t drop
    the quiet words. wake me from clay at dawn.
    your shoulder lights our temporary weight.

    there’s revolution in the research of
    a snail; your fingerprint upon my eyelid.
    every little life sets wings to wildfire.


    //

    Phaedrus: (as Lysias, cont.)

    and not (to gratify or make well)
    those coming quickly (spoudazein)
    for a brief time (oligon chronon)

    but those
    consistently (homoios)
    throughout all of life (dia pantos tou biou)
    will-being friends (philois esomenois)

    // 234α

    οὐδὲ τοῖς ὀλίγον χρόνον σπουδάζουσιν

    ἀλλὰ τοῖς ὁμοίως διὰ παντὸς τοῦ βίου φίλοις ἐσομένοις

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