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Extinction
By Richard Mather In the beginning was the Act: an act of will: the death of God… Horrified at his own existence, God craved non-being....
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Adam’s Descent
By Richard Mather Adam is a dry rib but sinews are stretched, tissue and flesh fashioned. Man of Spirit, embodied. Descending the...
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Fichte / Picture
By Richard Mather There is nothing real anywhere, neither outside of us nor in us. I know of no being at all. Not even myself. Images...
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Kneading Substance (3 versions: Work-in-progress)
By Richard Mather Kneading Substance [2706__0024] ebrah k’dabri - “I will create as I speak” I am kneading this substance into shape,...
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Ishmael’s Moon
On the other side of the optic glass,
Ishmael's albino whale of the sky
Leprously blemished, ghastly white.
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Uncommitted
By Richard Mather You can hardly say that I abide by the rules of political commitment or that I affect the diction of the dispossessed....
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Lettrism
By Richard Mather A tool for imitating movement, For the small things that penetrate, For the breath's expulsion (those blow-hards), For...
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It Is
By Richard Mather It learns nothing. It does not remember, Cannot remember. It just is, repeatedly. Without memory, without life. A...
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Horizon
By Richard Mather objects are luminous: their light appears on the intellect’s horizontal plane, that boundary between knower and known.
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Food for the Moon
Coldly satanic is the phantom moon whose hollow shell is the alien body of a god who hatched and died too early.
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Bergson
By Richard Mather Memory is a cloud wherever my body is; A fog of the virtual enveloping the actual. The past contracts to the present at...
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Inspiration
By Richard Mather Embosomed in stillful bliss no longer, the Infinite Spirit moves, and by degrees makes finite the substances of...
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My Name Is Lubbert Das
By Richard Mather I There is (if you care to know), a flower of folly growing On my brain, on the surface of the matter’s deep. Fit for...
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All Things Being Unequal
By Richard Mather There is, in my head, An erroneous equation: A bad amount, a figure wrongly calculated. It doesn’t add up. I am...
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Omega
By Richard Mather enfolding all into himself, upgathering from all sides and corners, mix- ing dark and light, warm and cold, Adam...
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The Moses Tree
By Richard Mather From the tangle of its roots, To the nests in its hair The tree blazed white and blue. And the tree sang the Lord’s...
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Sophia among the Philosophers (excerpt from Discourse in the Garden)
By Richard Mather [Disguised.] Yes, it is I. In I come, out I go. Yes, I am it. It writes. I will write a supplication. Here. Now. As...
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Cryptic
Cryptic By Richard Mather The scent of a foreign newspaper in the morning: New ink on old investments and trades. While down in Berlin,...
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Evolution
By Richard Mather “I woke up to find They’d really put the man in salamander… But if God wanted a salhumander He would have done so… Let...
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Words II
By Richard Mather Having material weight, a poem can be shaped, sculptured and refined; erected as units, structures, factories, bridges,...
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