{"id":3932,"date":"2013-01-23T09:00:10","date_gmt":"2013-01-23T09:00:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=3932"},"modified":"2013-01-06T16:34:04","modified_gmt":"2013-01-06T16:34:04","slug":"stephen-nelson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/stephen-nelson\/","title":{"rendered":"Stephen Nelson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Air Proclaims a Union<\/strong><span style=\"text-decoration: underline;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Inside the inside of the orange. Or inside the outside. Forces elemental rather than particular. The peel, the pulp seen from particles outward.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>My surroundings feel more and more like the manifestation of an exquisite mystery. A tree can be intensely alive while whispering tenderness. All communicates love, saps love from the source. Lost childhood might shimmer from the heat. Possibilities for the heart in a sudden wink of sun.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Summer stacks oranges where Jesus wept. Tones of wet cheek in yellow sunlight. Swallows for evenings of more love than I can bear.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>The neighbourhood now in singular emanation. Flow of light beyond this or that. Trees pour into buildings, stream into streets with cries of &#8212;. I am almost inside what appears outwith myself. Inside, delicious, formless, taste.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Glowing green, huddling, laughing. Laughing me in. Huddling spring of oranges. Scent so supernal, all forms dissolve.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Where I sit, the swallows are brightest. They launch the mystery and I sip myself. There may be an opening I&#8217;ve emerged from but that&#8217;s not important. Whether I release these thoughts or this awareness is also beside the point. What matters is an endless stream of edgeless blending, expressed before I even step outside.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Flowering consciousness amongst petals. Reality pruned, then buttered. The godflight of insects. All on the vine. Bees, baths, branches.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>As I move, I extend and gather what appears to be. The sun is internalised as ways of knowing, but caught in shades and lush. \u00a0Movement may be my way of a continuum, the deepest taking part in. To stay in breath for a moment, and without seeing, seen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Stephen Nelson<\/strong> is the author of <em>Lunar Poems for New Religions and Flylyght<\/em>\u00a0 (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.knivesforksandspoonspress.co.uk\/flylight.html\" target=\"_blank\">Knives, Forks and Spoons Press<\/a>). His visual poetry has been exhibited at the 2011 Text Festival in Manchester and the 2012 Maintenant Art Fair in London, and will be included in <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelastvispo.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">The Last Vispo\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 anthology. There are two chapbooks of his visual poetry and an ebook on contemplative spirituality available via his blog<a href=\"http:\/\/afterlights.blogspot.co.uk\/http:\/\/\" target=\"_blank\"> www.afterlights.blogspot.com<\/a>\u00a0 , where he posts vispo, minimalist poetry and mystical essays. Recent publication of his poetry can be found at <em>Eratio , Moria , Otoliths, Shadowtrain<\/em>\u00a0 and <em>Blue &amp; Yellow Dog.<\/em><br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; The Air Proclaims a Union Inside the inside of the orange. Or inside the outside. Forces elemental rather than particular. The peel, the pulp seen from particles outward. * My surroundings feel more and more like the manifestation of an exquisite mystery. A tree can be intensely alive while whispering tenderness. 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