Martha Diamond Keys to the City
Entanglement:
Martha a diamond of entanglement
Torque past A
Torque. past city’s cape
Yellow
Yellow a hogan. Torque past
Stamina of heads that are buildings our windows and mannerisms
Mystic index, the necessity of shelter buildings and mannerisms of torquing
an outer shield, Martha Diamond
Pure what you see around the bend, corner
the willful
And conversation? In the paint outer
Attitude? shell
A budding of mind of windows that is beauty is a brush past
Suspicion of beauty
Suspicion of determination
Are eyes rising from your white of a building, not silent not ghost
And mirrors that are entanglement doors doors and energies the way the wind
gushes in
in display of dual mind insisting
it must move & we are deep
We are in the hidden love of our city
the gold noir city
a cinematic symmetry
Syncretic wheel of things
Philosophical what Diamond says of
History and time
What she says of
The shape of things in time
A tree like the architectural of cities human architecture for how we rise our
shadows up, dolmens
Wisdom, Diamond says
For a dying civilization
Or painterly joy, frisson! Paint is the sacrament, meant the holy grail:
Drams of weird angle in relation
The mind of the woman inside act of paint in relation what I would not do for you
This is willfully a slash in act of relation
Fury & love of paint
And nowhere a robotic person is found
In clear intention checking the guard rail, as with
Things form the logopoeia ID
Trying the night a guard sleeps on her,
Duties, make a wish on her magic ride, wish
That the image rises
And the music takes over
The little paint elves
This the guard. Stray lashes are forms
Flesh and matter in figures of absence
The trembling city
Stanzas in Meditation (Stein). A grooved dimension in emergency. What we live
Her primordial newsless-ness her good news, her being Diamond stanzas
I thought to say something about the canvas trembling, about to bend and bow
Kiss the ground
And coincidence
Thoughts if others intrude
Her flames, the flares
The people-less street
The fur of flame
Fur protecting flame
The shape inside
A spinning top
A Spanish dancer as with a modernist
A whirling dervish as with eternity
The light between our apartments from the streetlight we stood for,
Working in our generation
Nourished in our day
Remembered who we were coming up out of, a tomb, of men of war
What you hear is what you write in the roar of the vibratory art of Martha Diamond
Ark of light
Wild strokes the gates to the center of this hold on pulse
Writhing paint protecting the shapes within
to burst to burst I’ll say this for her spot on
Tombstones for heaven what they will remember of us
Our keys to the city keep the tangle of the gongs the tangle of the reins
Crest of the wave, riding it, girl Martha
Vertiginous passion for living deliberately.