{"id":1941,"date":"2008-07-08T10:40:01","date_gmt":"2008-07-08T14:40:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/?p=1941"},"modified":"2011-03-19T11:35:05","modified_gmt":"2011-03-19T15:35:05","slug":"poem-the-vine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/2008\/07\/poem-the-vine\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem: The Vine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>The Vine<\/strong> &#8212; A V<small>irus<\/small>H<small>ead Poem<\/small><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/flickr.com\/photos\/48165069@N00\/216341826\" title=\"grapes\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/07\/216341826_3e4434d98b_m.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>All this talk of trees, on and on for the phallic market<br \/>\nStrategies of an oily snake for leafage sales (once his hanging<br \/>\nGlobulars were taken). Sublime awareness must be more<br \/>\nThan a petty lesson from a parent uncomfortable<br \/>\nWith the shape of fruition, death more complex<br \/>\nThan effect catalyzed by theft of figgish &#8216;apple&#8217;, or &#8230;<br \/>\nLest we ruin another ancient secret, the swords still whirl.<br \/>\nBut there was a gift, a scion, benevolent mutation,<br \/>\nAn ancient cousin, less fond of the veil game,<br \/>\nConnections \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcr us \u00e2\u20ac\u201c in moderation, not that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s anything<br \/>\nWrong with that. Playfully, the vine invites us:<\/p>\n<p>\u00e2\u20ac\u02dcYes. Take, eat, suckle, nibble, drink\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 &#8211; a homeopathic dose \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nThe measured amount that nourishes just enough,<br \/>\n(Just barely enough) on the wastes of flesh, for the new<br \/>\nSinuous snake of wordflesh to spread, and<br \/>\nNot to burn. Note the nice black snakeskin cover.<br \/>\nWhat is good? What is evil? Forget fruits, we have<br \/>\nThe BOOK. Stroke it. Hold it in your hand. Yes, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a fetish.<br \/>\nNo fast-talker, this, but a breed of medusa. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look!<br \/>\nOr not so closely that you get lost, but turn a mirror back<br \/>\nOn the endless reflexivity. There is a back door.<\/p>\n<p>A glimpse we have, and still unguarded,<br \/>\nA taste of the kiss of <em>veritas<\/em>.  Glory seed, it waits<br \/>\nIn cold confining, firmly packed and heavy,<br \/>\nOdorous manure of word, tradition, interpretation,<br \/>\nCommunity\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s spores \u00e2\u20ac\u201c embedded soldiers \u00e2\u20ac\u201c<br \/>\nShovel it, and spread thick muddy mundacity, while busy<br \/>\nMicrobial servants work endlessly, and so, so fruitlessly,<br \/>\nTo keep things clean. But they can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop it.<br \/>\nReaching out, tendrils wisp and unfurl \u00e2\u20ac\u201c beauty!<br \/>\nOut of the pungent darkness, a tiny finger<br \/>\nCrawls out of its tunnel and is born into the light. Free but rooted,<br \/>\nHeld but yearning, the spirit of the vine.<br \/>\nWas there ever a more pleasing green?<\/p>\n<p>Though it would, the vine cannot touch the sky.<br \/>\nIt must \u00e2\u20ac\u201c at its limit \u00e2\u20ac\u201c extend horizontally, like<br \/>\nThe famous crossbeam on the hill. Infected by the spirit,<br \/>\nYou are, but the blood of it might not be what you expected.<br \/>\nWatch out for stomping peasants.<br \/>\nRambling through the billion intersections<br \/>\nOf light and darkness and twilight and moonrise,<br \/>\nAbsorbing rain and glare and breezy accidents<br \/>\nOf hills state and province, all with vineyard care<br \/>\ninto a shimmering feedback loop, it forms<br \/>\nAn eternal recurrence, the golden mean in fractal path,<br \/>\nPerfect, perfect imperfection. Like the face of<br \/>\nThe lover, experience marking the quality<br \/>\nOf the vintage, the bouquet\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 the aftertaste.<\/p>\n<p>The very sunlight is touched, and lovers<br \/>\nEverywhere feel it, as they lie intertwined<br \/>\nWith and around and within each other<br \/>\nUnder the bluer sky. You might not like<br \/>\nThe hoofed Dancer, but those pipes were jazz.<br \/>\nRhythm and melodic joy brought them up to<br \/>\nDance and love and feel the world worlding,<br \/>\nSilly, erotic, full of life \u00e2\u20ac\u201c even violent &#8211;<br \/>\nJust as (un)truthful, maybe (un)lying.<br \/>\nBut some still choose to whisper \u00e2\u20ac\u0153die\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<br \/>\nPainting nature\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s music the devil, the adversary,<br \/>\nOnly to find themselves pulled by karma\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s trowel,<br \/>\nJust dour weeds, withering now so close<br \/>\nTouching close, to the vibrancy<br \/>\nOf what they refused to know<br \/>\nWhile they lived by the scythe.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/flickr.com\/photos\/70601645@N00\/373770459\" title=\"lfy - framed\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/07\/373770459_193c89fb37_m.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Vine &#8212; A VirusHead Poem All this talk of trees, on and on for the phallic market Strategies of an oily snake for leafage sales (once his hanging Globulars were taken). Sublime awareness must be more Than a petty lesson from a parent uncomfortable With the shape of fruition, death more complex Than effect catalyzed by theft of figgish &#8216;apple&#8217;, or &#8230; Lest we ruin another ancient secret, the swords still whirl. But there was a gift, a scion,&#8230;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"><a class=\"btn btn-default\" href=\"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/2008\/07\/poem-the-vine\/\"> Read More<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">  Read More<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,33,6,8,27],"tags":[4973,4974,4971,1064,1987,6184,4972,4975,4970,4976,4210],"class_list":["post-1941","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-creative","category-language","category-personal","category-religion","category-virushead","tag-conversation","tag-golden-mean","tag-grape","tag-inspiration","tag-love","tag-music","tag-tree","tag-veritas","tag-vine","tag-vineyard","tag-word"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1941"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4681,"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941\/revisions\/4681"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1941"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1941"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.virushead.net\/vhrandom\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1941"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}