Lo Kwa Mei-en & Linda Black
November 2014
LK
‘Eye am,’ the eye begins, but each of the eye’s attempts to make result in mirror.
Time enters the eye and is reflected: youth is wasted on the wasted is youth.
The eye was raised in a type of comfort: unwavering and unseeable. For instance. The eye assumes all other eyes will receive a formal education, the qualities of which will strengthen the sense of every eye.
The eye opens every year, but not that much.
‘Eye am,’ the eye begins, but the eye cannot be a colour. The eye cannot have a colour.
In time, the eye sees that other eyes might see more brightly. Almost any other eye, the eye sees, can see more beautifully than the eye.
For some time, the eye waters.
The eye cannot kill a colour. The eye cannot birth a colour. The eye cannot bear a colour.
Instead, the eye has, inside, every storm it has ever had. The water is the green of a vengeful moss. The sky is the colour and temperature of an other eye that hunted the eye once.
This eye or that eye. It was a privilege to, a decade later, choose which eye opens, which eye shuts.
‘Eye was,’ the eye begins.
LB
That haunted eye – a spider was it? teeny tiny – flit and fix – keel eye, keen eye, kibbled and glazed
Cornered lid to lid – left lid right lid skip-to-mine hiss-to-mine
O swell eye! Startle eye! Glazed, engorged – glance nor gander go (to) haywire
A length to grow (as in youth) cat-a-rat vengeful
Is it murder to kill an insect? Is it a comfort to see clearly?
Slave-eye, buckle-eye eye-con-cast Have you no faith?
Bitter the age of languor – if I could only see!
Decades before that, before the eye-glass, the naked eye, inward, close to the page
Needle-eye – devoted, dovetailed to detail. Folds, tracks, delineates…
Eye, the butterfly
LK
The eye is an animal, shy-thin and growing against the pane seeing went through. The eye is the emotional palindrome, drowning in a little sea. The eye must digest its self.
A thing a beast makes, as if it means, sparks, eye means, the eye’s interest.
Thus every eye seen by an eye is devoted in lieu of light—–has seen, if not been seen, in the dark. The eye thus devolved—–devours—–thus, devout.
O eye engorged, full of fraught! An ethic is an epic rebound echo off a sense of what is animal what is radical what is bio. The eye found love in a cave. The eye giving love was a cave. The eye made love a cave.
Was it? Does an eye place a speck of faith in an eye? Was it? If that,
shine on, everything else.
LB
I prepare to open mine mean eye
fraught and colourless
thus dissatisfied configures
enemies far back – I found I floundered
I speak of youth striking out
light – stricken a cavity a cave shadow
in lieu of light a sensor – I
can hardly make out fog firmament filament
Enchanted self seen through drowns in a small sea
senses an animal through closed eye flick-lid flood-speck spark
a bird an echo Shut eye
thunderous dark – do not dismiss!
By the pain of the lamp
eye shall see
LK
Far back in fables
are prerequisites. Part
of the firmament re-feathers
your part. An eye, turned.
Though seen through, you seem
largo, rooted in sensual loam,
without boundary or moral,
capable of seeing back.
Form is no silhouette for
an excuse, and poorly,
for in the next life, living
will be next. In the tale,
you were, once, not
animal, and then you were.
You were you, then you were
named. You had been self-less,
and then you went blind,
lamp held high, and then
a little low.
LB
Living will be next says I
who has ne’re begun
astray / estranged nor raised
in comfort whose both eye
flutters plundering the dark
to see by snowstorm
bewilderment… back-steps (lento)
a preview (anima) periphery – scope
akin to skin
a cure a venture
LB
each eye’s attempt
raised for instance
to receive opens
not that much waters
every storm tracks / enters
and is refracted
– a privilege
to begin
LK
That an eye
felt, fixed a
gaze cast
decades before
the dove
-tailed detail
folded
LB
Shy-thin in a little sea
thing sparks
a speck of faith
Skin finds love
in an eye
LK
Colourless,
configured,
I found enemies
in lieu of
a filament self,
a cavity,
animal echo
dismissing
the lamp.
LB
Fables part
seen through
loam without
silhouette
In the tale
you were
self-less
LK
Be next
…………………..be
strange——raise
…………………..comfort
Be wild,
…………………..a kin—–
a cure—–