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The Receptive

September 19, 2006

Throw those pennies, listen for some wisdom coiled
in a hexcode to rattle up my spine, broken lines
piling, piling the answer in the gap like every
other lesson learned between now and now: cupped
hands tossing coins away to beg for maps, for old
patterns’ trail-marks from oracle to writers to me.

Yes these hands have been flung open and open ‘til
I swing on what hinges like an old screen door:
the glyph tossed the one that slams shut only to
bounce and judder wide again yielding six broken
lines, a stuck window jimmied loose, scrapes parsed,
untangled, ghost to texts to my hashed scrawl.

by Lori Witzel of Chatoyance

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  1. September 19, 2006 at 7:36 pm

    Goddamn, what a great poem. Thank you.

  2. September 20, 2006 at 10:20 am

    Captures the I Ching thing exactly! I have read this poem 6 times now. I keep coming back to this poem.

  3. September 20, 2006 at 10:30 am

    Hi Dale and Fred! Yep, I do love that old dog-eared Ghost, and was tickled that the Education topic gave me cause to write this. Glad you like.

  4. September 20, 2006 at 11:09 am

    This is gorgeous. The last line in particular knocks my socks clean off.

  5. September 20, 2006 at 2:01 pm

    and I especially like that it’s in two stanzas of six lines each :-)

  6. MB
    September 21, 2006 at 4:45 pm

    This poem is itself a little pile of glyphic ghosts, thrown, parsed and untangled into six lines of scrawl… beautiful!

  7. September 21, 2006 at 11:29 pm

    And MB is the Magic Hexcode 6th Comment! (Thanks, BTW, MB.)
    I feel a prize of some kind is in order…hhhmmmm. Will need to think what to do.

    Dale…yes, you caught me counting!
    I couldn’t catch it in six…so thought more was, er, more.

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