#jasonarmstrongbeck
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Pentimento ( from The Journal of Bison Jack)
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It is summer;
evening still.
Shapeless amber
thresholds,
half-remembered,
half-real.
Gestural brushstrokes
of ocher and gold—
vestiges of intimacy
and entropy and
the jasmine glimmers
of my memory.
A silhouette
appears in a window.
A light comes
on above the porch.
A car pulls into
the driveway with
flashing lights.
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Fugitives
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After all,
perhaps we
are simply
fugitives
running from
impermanence
caught somewhere
between longing
and solace.
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The Heliotrope
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I am sitting
on the front porch
in the idle
breeze that blows
through the
blossom and rust
of things,
waiting for the sun
to find me
and my head to turn;
for even though
I do not worship gods,
I still want to believe
they are here.
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This poem is inspired by the spaces between words on the written page and the maps they create .
SALT
In the
silent spaces
that surround
these words
are the pigments
and pulmonary
rhythms that
determine the
hues that color
my thoughts;
ancient roads
preserved in salt,
vermilion paths
unspoken for,
simultaneously
heading into the
future and the past,
searching for all
I could be and
all I ever was.
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Alluvium
(in memory of my lovely mom)
.
I am walking,
bent into the wind,
along a dry river bed
in the hinterlands
of grief—collapsing
into the maelstrom
of remembrance
and the luminiferous
dissolution of
your atoms.
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The Final Tenderness
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In the final
tenderness,
may the
quivering
needle in
the compass
point to the
best of us.
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At/The Odds (2021)
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I recently
read somewhere
that the odds of us
being born are one
in four hundred
trillion which would
suggest we are either
a miracle of biological
and cognitive engineering
or a glitch—and that
perhaps it is about time
we decided which.
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The Politics of Our UnReason
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Have we fallen
so far into the
deepest recesses
of our hopes
and fears that the
truth now scares us.
Are we so alienated
from our purpose
that we only delight
in the lies that best
disguise the ones
we tell ourselves.
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Time for Us
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Rather than waiting
to find beauty,
let us learn how to look
at things in a beautiful way
so that when it comes time
for us to leave, something
of our reverie remains.
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Joy
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Perhaps
happiness is
always fleeting
because it asks
for nothing in
return and joy
so all consuming
because it asks
only that we
let ourselves
be vulnerable.
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Lost Horizon (from The Bastard Pages)
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Late
last night,
as you lay
asleep,
I traced the
outline
of your body
with my fingertips
so that,
one day,
long after
you have gone
and the
sun is setting
beyond my reach,
I can once more
draw you
close to me.
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Home
.
To find your
way home is
to make your
way back to
this moment,
arriving as both
the end and the
beginning of
your journey.
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Pines Grill
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We are
born of both
limitlessness
and humility;
the unknowable
carved into
knowing trees
like young love’s
initials.
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Why That
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It doesn’t matter
why we are here
only that we are here,
for we are the answers
not the questions;
guardians of this
earthly delight and
all of history’s
good intentions.
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With Love
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How do we
hold on to love,
she asked.
We imagine a
place where
nothing is ever
lost because
there is nowhere
else we want
to go, he replied.
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The Drum Room
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In the melodies
of hope
and the rhythms
of despair
are the harmonies
of the song we
all know the
words to but
haven’t written yet.
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Inclement Weather
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This morning,
I stood in the window
and tried to make it rain
but just as I saw the
distant thundercloud,
you woke up and made
the sun come out.
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In Passing
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After all,
we are but
poems written
in breath
on windows;
memories,
held briefly
up to the light.
In Answer
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For me, poetry is the search
for a melody in uncertainty;
a reassurance in the crumbling
architecture of my defiance.
It is how I find my way back
to the present and reclaim
my experience.
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A Pale Thin Hand
A pale thin hand
flicks cigarette
ash from a veil
of shadow
and retreats
into darkness
as smoke blooms
into a slant
of sunlight and
dissipates and
I try to conflate
meaning and
landscape once
again—for are
we not, each of
us, inconceivable
without place.
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When the Day Comes (2021)
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It is 5am.
The sky is
black with up
and down rain.
There is an
open gate
banging
in the wind.
I can see
my naked
reflection in
the window
and in the
shaking trees.
There is a storm
inside me.
Deep inside
my innocence.
You are
still sleeping.
The day has
not come for
you yet.
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The Crossing ( from The Bastard Pages)
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If one day on this
pilgrimage to dust
you are able to free
yourself from your
sense of alienation
and doubt and see
that all of creation is
a part of who you are,
then you will no longer
need to worry if you
are on the right path
because you will have
become the path.
Central Supply
.
Tonight, I stood
on my tiptoes,
barefoot in the grass,
to watch the final flares
of the sunset and lose
myself one last time in
the color of your distance.
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Fireball ( edition of 3)
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On unforgiving
mornings like
this, I can’t help
but wonder if my
greatest success
will always be
that I somehow
saved myself
from all my
other selves.
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Devotions
.
I live in an apartment
with a sloping floor,
continually inhabiting
the space between
who I once was and
who I will become;
old rhythms and new
hymns, forever writing
themselves into a corner.
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Place Stamp Here
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Years from now,
technology will likely
eliminate disease;
computers the size
of blood cells will
be injected into our
blood stream with
the sole purpose of
hunting down and
destroying cancer cells.
But years from now,
she thought, is not
today and looking
up at the pale blue
sky—slashed and torn
with vapor trails—she
saw the airplane climbing
through the clouds
and imagined looking
down at herself
from a great height
on her way to
somewhere else.
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Beyond Violet (matchbook version/ 20x16 edition of only 3)
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Love is
the measure
by which we
measure the
immeasurable,
but it is also
the distance
we must travel.
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The Wastepaper Basket
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The wastepaper basket
under my desk is overflowing
with the crumpled remains
of poems that never quite
leapt off the page; perhaps,
it is time I learned how
to fold my words into
paper planes.
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Gravitate
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Hopefully
one day we
will see each
other standing
alone at the edge
of our universe
and remember
that we were
once all made
of stardust.
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Sing Sing Nights
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Although we have not met
and most likely never will,
I want you to know that
I believe in you.
Even if our sense of right
and wrong is based on a
different moral compass
and we look at the world
through such disparate
eyes that we disagree on
what love is or why so
much suffering exists,
I still believe in you.
I believe in you despite
our differences and
because if I were to choose
not to believe in you,
how would I know what
It means to believe in myself.
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Beyond Violet
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Love is
the measure
by which we
measure the
immeasurable,
but it is also
the distance
we must travel.
Post Card #591
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I suppose that I take
photographs in an attempt
to make peace with the
unknown and write poems
in an attempt to make peace
with who I am and, of course,
it doesn’t escape me that
there is nothing unique
about that—for are they
not the goals of us all.
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Sailing Down the River
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Sometimes
I might sound like
I know a few things
but, in truth,
whatever I have
learned along the way
has come from
the collision of my
own self-deception
and some kind of
unrelatable beauty.
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Kind of Love
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On my way to the local grocery
store this morning, I fell in love.
It wasn’t the marrying kind of
love or the fucking kind of love,
but rather the kind of love whose
shadow stays with you for the
rest of your life; the kind of love
that makes your heart skip a step,
but then put your head down and
keep walking and never look back;
the kind of love that takes the kind
of courage you will never have
because it will set fire to your heart
and burn down everything in its
path; the kind of love that, after
buying a pint of milk and a loaf of
bread at the local grocery store,
makes you want to treat yourself
to a jar of fancy marmalade.
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