X-ray Specs On The State of Vexistence

Jan 29, 2024

Monday Jamuary 29, 2024 | Robert Heinecken maybe 1960 and me feeling the best Art happens when I’m not looking at it but rather when I’m seeing it snd if Seeing is Believing then I feel the best Art is when I don’t even know what I’m looking at or exactly what I’m looking at but I do See it so it must be Art along with true Mystery and so yes this is Art and isn’t it amazing to be so exquisitly designed to See and cope with such things?

5:09am Numbers. Who needs’m?

5:11am Now we’re talkin! 5:11. Do you remember where you wee when 5:11 happened?

5:12am Moment to moment. We’re here. And then we’re not. Feeling the breeze against your cheek. I am the breeze, the cheek, the non breeze and the relective cheek. Reflecting what? The breeze has no reflection. Only your cheek. Warm until a point. Under certain breezes

5:17am Poetry is easy. Life? Well

5:18am Pause. Breathe. Listen to the rain hitting the gutter. Outside the window. The gutter becomes something becomes less of a thing and more of itself a gutter not a thing and it has worth. But what of the other times? Without the rain without the sound no gutteral sound made with the rain? Can I be myself again? Can I be without rain?

5:23am Pause. Poetry remains easy. Cuz

Its just there waiting to happen. Waiting to be held in the minds brain in the mindsin mouths. A typo. Cuzza no autocorrect which I was correct or felt good about not wanting and still do

mindsin

What are we telling ourselves eith our typos with our mistakes n goofs n gaffs n guffaws? Why do we laugh? What is yhe mindsin and what is the joke but I know this, as we are told and yes it does seem alaways the same that the punchline is that we are dying

as soon as we are born

And our awareness our mindsin, well

the laughs are whats left when you are dying

5:30am Text means next. Means next to nothing if it werent for tslk or barking or baying at yhe Moon or Sun or some other thing. Poetry is here. Not next to dying or sny old thing. Just here

Your poetry will last beyond you because it already has and look See you picking up the pieces of poetry sll around you. The song sift. The song sifter in you. Sifting song gor a quarter of an inch of a mile in front of you. And who is that? I mean who is that up ahead do you recognize him? Poetry

Do you recognize him poetry

Please recognize him poetry

Him poetry recognizes you

5:38am So Im going back and doing what I dont normally do or dont do that much and that is a little light editing. Actuslly just tsking out some periods to truly make it some poetry. And is that what poetry really really is? Izzit that sinple? Sin pull? Sinple as taking out the periods? Zapping them out of wxistense. Vexistence

Poetry is zapping oneself into Vexistenze

Art is too.

Here is some Robert Heinecken Unsequenced.