When viewed under the lens of Alfred Jarry’s 'pataphysics — the so-called science of imaginary solutions that “symbolically attributes the properties of objects, described by their virtuality, to their lineaments” — the humble conjunction ‘and’ occupies a liminal space in poetic titles. Easily dismissed as a mere linguistic connector, ‘and’ here acts as a non-identical operator that defies conventional logic. Long acknowledged as a forerunner of the radical avant‑garde — Dad

Credit: Ahmed Abdul Rahman        The Octopus and the Fisherman [revised version]         A lobster paralysed   by venom   makes a fine meal for the octopus,   whose cephalopod beak   pierces clean   the lobster’s shell, splitting carapace   from meat.   And still the sea sings    with foamy lips .   If startled by shark   or stingray,   the octopus vanishes like magic —   a puff of ink,   or into coral colours it contorts,   bonelessly alien.   Still the sea sings    wit

If the Rain in Warsaw Sounds Like This      From a secret they shaped   A room in London—   A breath of space   Lit by a single candle’s hush.     Out there the war was cold,   Close to freezing.   But they were warm within.     Stillness gathered.   They listened to icy rain   Softly striking stone—   Each drop a touch,   A covert word   Only they understood.     It was a fragile pact:   Two selves from opposing worlds,   Folded into one,   Briefly, tenderly.     Then a man

Let His Dwelling Grow    Let him retain his secret self unseen—   A quiet core beneath the outer guise.   His thoughts drift far, where none have ever been,   Untouched by earthbound sound or sorrowed cries.  He shapes his fate by sovereign will alone,   And spends his hours by choice, not blind decree.   Yet boredom gnaws the pleasure of his throne   And drives him forth through mists no eye can see.  There in the vale, he finds his kindred near,   Who sense he will not ling

Atoms and Void There is no body without void – Epicurus You’d have thought it endless, Lucretius— The laminar descent of atoms Falling through a void serene and mute, Each atom unhurried, alone, Descending at a constant pace, Unmoved by force, untouched by will, No dawn to break their quiet fall, No god to stir the silent dark. But then—a swerve, a subtle bend, Two atoms veer, incline, and meet, A fragile sign of nascent will, A fracture within fate’s perf

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I See a Red Rose    “I see a red rose” shows us three things –  “I” – a simple fact of consciousness   Or awareness;  “See” – shows the sense   Of our action.   And, within that act   Of seeing, we have   The concurrence of perceptions   (Color, shape, quantity, etc.)  Considered as a single thing –   “A   Red   Rose”.    “I see a red rose” – You see,   There’s nothing romantic about it.

All the World Was Broken: An Ecopoem   On weightless air, the cocksure ravens flew.   Wild sheep chewed grass; deer   And bison chewed too.   On a slanted hillside white mountain goats   Enjoyed a lofty view.   In forests, eucalypti, fresh-minted, grew.   And fire-green firs with purple cones,   Did too.   For the silver-studded starfish there were oceans   Wet with green and blue –   And oceans for the whale and dolphin too.     On blackest soil, the man called Adam grew   H

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The Selfish Self     I am my world – A world apart.   Apart from me there is nothing.   The world is mine.   It arises from the...

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A Ghost As If        I am not your keeper O ghost who crouches   At the grave of my father.     The body is dead; it is in the shade.   ...

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The Soul Moves       The soul moves & by small degrees   Of slow calculation   Actuates the two substances   That are body & mind.    ...

What the Mirror Said     I am the image and you are the body.  In the mirror we appear complete;  We are whole: two as one.  For a few...

A Vagabond Jew from Lithuania: A Poem on Salomon Maimon It took a vagabond Jew from Lithuania   to strike the wick that Königsberg’s sage   had hid and let go out in dark’s old age.     Said the synagogue’s rude son:   Let there be German with a Yiddish tongue ,   and from his restless mind   concepts flowed   like fire onto the page.     With quid facti?  and  quid juris?    as his lamps,   he lit the lecture halls   and shadowed nooks   of Europe with flame incandescent,  

On the Point of Vanishing     Cogito ergo ends with a sum   beyond my reckoning:     Thoughts add up   and multiply   exponentially like...

Death of a House Sparrow       Scraping his toes in the fine dirt,   the handsome house sparrow   lowered his whitish belly   to the...