Upon Knowing The Love Of A Woman -
------STANLEY GEMMELL, POEM
Think to yourself
how much you want
to hold her hand
Say to yourself
the words opposite
you never wish her to hear
Think clearly and level-headedly
about having and not having time
Realize that life is a coiled
dragon
Understand that you love her
because of how good she tastes
Run with the jackals
while the blood moon shines
Rest with the rain
Kiss the rings she has made for you
when she cast her stone into the pool
The stone she cast was her despair
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August 1, 2004
Images: Robyn Lovett
Study Incident
"The absence of the witch does not
Invalidate the spell --" Emily Dickinson
Restrained in her company,
Among Alleluias
To smile when she releases doves.
My heart has no shape
It is a thing of boundless light.
My heart is a fire
Which does not give smoke.
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Sweet satire, she smiles.
My toes grip the sandals' thongs;
I feel the cords about me loosen-
Watch her silken dress slide cross
Her skin.
Her skin is like milk
Or like the sage moon in the sky.
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She speaks, ions bristle and glow in the air,
I am irrecoverably hers.
She has invited me to myself
Without exposing me.
Her artist's hands have shaped a melody
Using only the sound of her own voice.
She carves the air like a living thing made of stone.
She carves the air into the shape of a fantastic serpent
W/wings.
She then flicks the scales and eyes into place
With tongue to teeth,
Her face deific.
We are led outside (by something).
The tree leaves have changed
Their color and fallen
Bright yellow, rust and green.
From the corner of my sight
I see them swept cross grass
By the wind like waves.
She puts divinity into my hands
With a kiss,
My fingers curl about her mouth,
Her tongue upon the palm of my hand,
She is shading divinity
With a chiaroscuro.
She is lithe and limpid
She is a cheetah made of living crystal
Running thru the mountains
Of the moon, hunting.
STANLEY GEMMELL
RHODE ISLAND, OCTOBER 27, 2010
Paintings: Tiffany Cabral
Logical Song
Consecration of each word:
lovingly drawn from a ferociously
angled, elegant well. With blood: only that rare thing
common to all is of sufficient loveliness to lend its
darkness to night. Eyes- and a genealogy of glances.
Histories- and overflowings of the diary.
This logic is a mimicry-bird of compulsion.
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Unfamiliar words:
Since, sun, you have turned night to day.
I tell you, some raise the children in death.
And all peoples march, incessantly.
Great, golden klitoris, you open the womb
of all daytime's activity and darken sometimes,
shuddering suddenly. Silently, sullenly
writing life's time like gold-blood pleasure
upon the wind's invisibly talking leaves...
I foresee the green after-glow,
emerald oblivion. Forgetfulness.
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Gold sweet dust, gud-smile,
incessant praise of light Star white knowing,
Fixed silver of scent-sleep, Obedience of
the smallest particles; Deep curved purple
and wooden breast, Capillary leaves,
skeletal leaves; High slant of face bone,
Agility of nostril and tendrils of hair
plasm and light-food, glowing globules
of face-milk, egg-shell teeth
(small purveyors of bites)
Twin-star teats with rose darkening autumn,
Furrowed dance of slopes and lean-nesses,
There this word serves as continent shelf
for your belly, forest of pelvis,
Aroma of pine, needle-musk,
suicide of mists and folded angles
of angel's concouisaence, there: the
book is folded into the geography
of birth marks, a guitar is deep shook
as the bowls of your gravity, any weeping
pieces of home, any slow-light sleep sight
And can't the voice tremble?
Weaved into a forelock by the wind
At a more pure sound...
The reflection of nothingness from a mirror
the sky black By way of black Night:
artificial responses
nutrients by way of binaries
And the terrible, open mouth of Chaos
concealed inside the tree...
The digital lens- identifying
ever more obscure precision in its presences.
The absolute zero- unreaching space
like a temperaturical inertia.
The current event- passing incontrovertible
Edicts into the introvisible folds of history.
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The daylit pallor to the slow shapes of cloud sky.
The voice raised aloft beat pure wings of heart-
slicing the ravished flesh of the sun's
invisibly visible innocence. Held aloft-
light-day-trail of words in a space of
pure vibration: "Courage, forms! The
unsleeping eye of the All-Other mimics
the contour of your form! Alarum! Cry
out! Go! Speak the mordant presence of
the counter-diction to be!" Slowly,
visibly, invisible light locks each stone
weight into place. The eye trembles...
STANLEY GEMMELL
FLORIDA, 1997
Paintings: Tiffany Cabral
Mavrogianni
How so as in a mirror
Strangely beautiful goat fish
Heaving still from heaven
As if skies were to open
Perhaps a voice at
Crest of crag or mountain
Chain binding wind to hair
(Impossibly blue!)
And hair with rain
Or again all this darkness cupped with the hands
And when the hands are opened, released to shadow
So that younger forms may feed at that which
One needs no longer, feast upon darkness
Feasting upon light.
The standing fish signs at the water's edge,
Where the word will mix with the sea.
Oh your beauty is an underwater current
Dragging sacred salmon with shining scales!
Oh your beauty is a ferocious and dark wind
Seemingly from nowhere!
Allow these waters to murmur
Allow these waters to run
For the water shall hurl itself from the cliff in safety
For the water shall twist into itself endlessly!
Near the forest edge
Full of beech trees
The forest queen
Celebrates
Her rise, steady
Like the dawn
And her face bears
No marks, but
Instead the rose blush
As of the sunlight
Striking both the trees
And the sea!
Dancing, sings
Joy unto you and me!
Whose voice fills the rocky canyons
So lately and full of truth?
Whose voice shall build again
This world of wonder, begun with fire
Kept watch over by hawk?
When the people see her
In her they delight
To converse upon the wise
And to see her trim body
As of the fine things!
Whose voice was wrought
Seemingly of gold?
Gathered with such care,
Drop by drop, the heavenly nectar!
Oh solace and darkening mystery,
To soothe the frosted feeling
And let the mountain and the forest
Meet the sea. Melt, you beautiful!
Echo song! For,
This cannot be wrong
To mix again with shadow
As of days of old.
To cry out with wonder
At memory and awareness.
Formless spirit, taking such
Bluish shape, inhabiting
Immortal cities
Marble white and
Purest gold!
Now with twilight comes
Deep urge to crash,
To crash into the sea!
Oh solace and darkening mystery!
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STANLEY GEMMELL
DECEMBER 16, 2008
Model: Nikki Nadeau
SONGS FOR NAMARAE
Stanley Gemmell
First Song
Candied carrot
Goddess with
Fragrant hips
I love your walking
Or your glance and smile
While wearing your beads
As they slide back and forth
To rub your body
Nestle in cleft of furrow
Each hard and rounded
Tiny oval is also a word
I have given you
To remember me
To recall the scent
Of darkened spice
Feel of skin soft moon
Globes off you
On song of
Most self('s
Sweet lash).
Second Song
(Sweet lash) Of
Tongue numbing
Girl goddess
During Eclipse
That is
after having darkened
Weeping white sugars
In rivulets between your eyes
Brightening hopes
Smeared softly
Diagonal cross your belly
Long and flat and sloping inwardly and down
You are so gentle and glorious and full of crystals
Or my prism
Prest to the
Flesh
Between your thighs
I am he who suckles
At the fine hairs on your neck
Your hungry sighs satisfy my smile
My smile is the only song left
Right now on the Moon.
Third Song
Lonely
Happy
Beautiful
Dying
Birthing
Weeping
Sowing
Righting
Girl and goddess
I sing the same weeping as you
During finalie of lunar Eclipse
When full again and ripe with
Yellow light
You dream of me, As
I dream of you
And you are perfect
And so gorgeous I
Do not look at you
Overly for it pains me
My song gorges upon you
All of ripened moonlight
Now is the Hour at which
Death is the Most Impossible
I urge you
Most self('s
Sweet lash). To recall
Kissing my open lips.
Fourth Song
There is only a black blush of darkness
Left (Sweet lash)
To the joined sun and moon
You who nestle to me most
Self's invisibly in dire love
I kiss
And a song is left
Of this Eclipse
When we are brought together
Past walls &
Past silence &
Past distance &
Past pain &
Past envy &
Past despair &
Past greed &
Past memory &
Past witness &
Past all testimony.
So that our love is a song
Which the moon has sung
To reverse all deaths and debts and dearth.
My heart beats in you as your breath flows to mine
Our love is perfect and improbable and divine
Fifth Song
You are like an athletic criminal
Who has stolen all the moonlight
To redistribute to the poor
And I never
Expected you
To love me
As I lay dying, thirsty, wounded
Rotting and rattling, My Child, for you...
Simply,
For you.
Candied girl goddess
Take my inner rains
To water you
Your Hope and Love
Only then are you satisfied.
Most self('s
Sweet lash).
When we are
Inside each other.
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Miami, FL March 3, 2007
"Five Songs For Namarae Composed During A Lunar Eclipse"
"wet sweet lash"
7:00PM-8:30PM
Model: Lilith Crimson
Judas antithesis
(5/26/01)
oh Judas feign antithesis
just aching pain not fervent bliss
like piercing thorn in withered grass
as ocean sands hide shattered glass
yet first impressions seem to blind all else
and true impressions only God can bear
we all each act our lives but ‘twixt the two
as yours on me such deep potential seared
it seems on you a baser brand of me
(the Roman empress flicks her final thumb
to transport fools to an eternal realm)
and forced to live our lives out partially
as planets pushed and pulled by living spheres
you move me not because you will not move
and sense you claim i do not make at all
where do you live then when the living’s done
then Judas please commence with this
upon my cheek a fatal kiss
this surface mark shall never pass
so slight yet somehow cast in brass
as ocean sands hide shattered glass
like piercing thorn in withered grass
just aching pain not fervent bliss
oh Judas feign antithesis
Poem Copyright and Written By jj jackman
Image Lady Gaga
I Am South-Turning
I am South-turning
Angel
she looks radiant
I am lightning
Thirsty
God
To my smile
She bends flowers
All is perfect & beautiful
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She is a blond lionesse
…..
poem.s
Stanley Gemmell
(Towards a…) Topology of a Beautiful Girl in a
High Fashion Photograph
When I close the book
desert,
ringing in my ear, cats
your image bent to
music, mermaid’s
closed eyes, fish
scales in cold salt
your cheeks bengali
tigers
market is your belly
government your thighs
your shoulders are
the family
your hands are your siblings
your neck is the lover
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The Hidden Sabbath
There is a religion
of Eve
Moaning corridors
Of Saturday
When the walls speak
They say the footstep’s
echo
The sound of an
animal
Sabbath rustles
paper
The House
repeats the demand
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The Divine Child
Woman come
dressed in
moonlight
hyper pretty
trace
negative-god
splitting atoms
like hips smooth
bell
[2000]
Providence, RI
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