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| Thomas Merton (David Levine) |
Wednesday April 01, 2020
Distant horizons
meet and greet my weary
eyes every morning.
They align and combine with
the hometown of a hero.
Thursday April 02, 2020
This is the address:
seven, five, three, eighty four,
seventy, twenty
four, and six hundred and six.
And the secret key is three.
Friday April 03, 2020
All I require
is only three links away.
No more folios.
It is inconspicuous.
It isn't inconvenient.
Saturday April 04, 2020
Electrocution?
That is the official lie.
Why did Merton die?
The C.I.A had their way
with him within and without.
Sunday April 05, 2020
Apologia
as apologetical
appropriation.
Provide the evidence by
plundering the Egyptians.
Monday April 06, 2020
Newman gently leads
to and through Vatican II.
Plus ça change, plus c'est
la même chose is the best way
to summarize his essay.
Tuesday April 07, 2020
Irrational things
come in all shapes and sizes.
We can live without
them if we have within us
the Aristotelian urge.
Wednesday April 08, 2020
My age too can be
an indication that life
must remain as is.
I will continue to make
words until further notice.
Thursday April 09, 2020
This desert dweller
serves in humble solitude:
one waka each day.
He knows that he was born for
this unspectacular work.
Friday April 10, 2020
The disappearing
acts as a way to stave off
public scrutiny.
If you hold out long enough,
everyone will leave you be.
Saturday April 11, 2020
The fire shall light
in the morning and the night.
The chant shall leaven
my Carthusian heaven
as I slowly fall asleep.
Sunday April 12, 2020
Not The Institutes
but His Institute leads me
into mystery.
Excellent excellencies
for every month of the year.
Monday April 13, 2020
This humble scribe writes
software documentation
anonymously
(apart from two exceptions
that are technically obscure).
Tuesday April 14, 2020
One begins, maintains,
and ends the day with the three
mysteries of old.
This can be done by either
kneeling, sitting, or walking.
Wednesday April 15, 2020
After she softly
sat down I kissed the gentle
hand she offered me.
Everyone was watching us.
No one knew our history.
Thursday April 16, 2020
Love to be unknown.
Do this and all the rest will
take care of itself.
The only thing required
is to get out of the way.
Friday April 17, 2020
To and to and back
and back and fro and fro and
forth and forth and back
and fro and to and forth and
back and forth and to and fro.
Saturday April 18, 2020
The essential texts
include the once quoted one:
circle of the way.
Why seen today of all days?
No answer is required.
Sunday April 19, 2020
The immediate
members are the only ones
that participate.
Everyone else that is left
gets edited out of it.
Monday April 20, 2020
The number zero,
the number one, the number
two, the number three,
the number four, the numbers
five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Tuesday April 21, 2020
Language is the house
of being and becoming.
Recite the grammar
accordingly, every day.
Heideggerese if you please?
Wednesday April 22, 2020
Talking with a priest.
At the very least I will
make my concerns known.
Is the present seat empty?
He will answer with a know.
Thursday April 23, 2020
Wittgenstein to Stein.
She was once foreign to me
not that long ago.
He spoke of her as being
a comforting influence.
Friday April 24, 2020
Cheap entertainment.
That is how he described it.
It is cheaper now.
I take comfort in this fact:
I understand what he meant.
Saturday April 25, 2020
Disinformation.
A hall of fractured mirrors
with a quicksand floor.
Nobody knows exactly
what the truths are or have been.
Sunday April 26, 2020
Rolling up newsprint
just like my old man once did
as a paperboy.
He taught me how to do it
with style and precision.
Monday April 27, 2020
Grammar is measure,
never thing that is measured.
Measuring measure?
We are led to the limit
of our analysis here.
Tuesday April 28, 2020
Reflecting on the
Protoevangelium.
This hermeneutic
key unlocks the door for those
who have eyes to see the See.
Wednesday April 29, 2020
Father, then Mother:
three daughters begin to mourn
again and again
in a very short, and strange,
and cruel period of time.
Thursday April 30, 2020
That the C.I.A.
murdered my Master makes me
see how relevant
he still continues to be
… non finis quaerendi.
