CUBE by Keith Hilling

Side 1. The Birth of an Idea

Some opinions, some aspects of desire,
that can only be   accessed through previous
texts, those stories, which carry a certain
kind of knowledge, does not access your own
feelings through the scrim of those texts,
yet also destroy a certain nobility. I believe
those texts is a return to an aphoristic desire,
the physical substance of language the sign
made by us the voice sound poetry makes
us  it seems stronger to create symmetry
like this; vocal-micro-particles.

Some opinions think rather than feel, try it -
we have a strong relation to our own behaviour
to add another dimension learnt in childhood.

Side 2 (Behavior) D4h  start them young

Kinetics Like a road sign in a pattern,
learnt to be silent, auspiciously seal their
resolutions with blood in Autumn: for without
the knowledge of these two truths, I do not
see that I can be certain of anything. I perceived
my means of the senses,

for everything which fell under taste, smell,
sight touch or hearing, is changed, and yet
symmetry remains. Hardly is it swept
clean between the soul and the body of man
not hidden behind the ostensible divergences -
thunder of jets, again with dead leaves
devoid of empathy a child’s tears, demonstrated
before it is covered in spot light.

Side 3 (Habitat) D2h

Leopards break into the temple and drink
up the contents of the sacrificial pitchers;
this is repeated again and again; economical
digs, Yewdale, Grantham close, Baily lane,
the Barton Arcade, a constant flow of adrenaline,
taxis, taxis, taxis, drinks, drunk, like
drinkers, contemporary art, fine artists, another
sign, if you will, a point to this life, a feeling that
a piece is resolved in every way from the materials:
the chairs, paint, mirrors and the spotlights, the
people (who do not regret this nomad)paradox
ically; a convexed mirror calculated
in advance, and becomes part of the ceremony.
Advanced and becomes part of the symmetry.

Side 4 (Perceptiveness) +

Example is not the main thing in influencing
others. It is the only thing. It is an essential
part of all of us (clarity of expression through
the use of precise visual images) the spirit lens,
your face in the crowd; leaves on a damp,
blue limb. So much deepens, a purple sun -
down, layers of volcanic rock acquiring a unique
mineral. Compositions like to comprehend
the science (blue ray) television, use the language
of common speech, but to employ always the
exact word, not the nearly-exact, nor the merely
decorative word, the viewer feels a transition
from being open to when the ego kicks in.
Imagine space, symmetry and materiality charred.

Side 5 (Escape) +

The state of mind in which the poet would
like to travel with the deepening of
their years I see there is an intermission
in the concert, and we must catch a view
of the city, before we leave, from a good
high place, a sophisticated double
naïve delight, modern restatement
of the pathos - fulfilling the promise
of  happiness - the instruction manual -
cedar, chestnut, it is tall grass and wide
hills, the cut lip of their horizon sky.

Symmetry slip, blue disappears slowly, finite in
comparison when art does not stand for something
outside itself.  A crossword uttered slyly on wasteland.

Side 6 (Stimulus) D4h on Roxalina st.

A Mudlark is someone who searches
in river mud for treasures, as transient

things are sea deep in syntax. Suffocated
butterflies. The killing jar then the worst

of the games like grasping happiness
as if they wanted to crush it, madness is

something rare in individuals, the regularity
of their design forbids all wandering as unhappy.

Scented leaves in a button jar, the hill
battered with flames, tears left by the well

from the crevices of their hides, so much deepens,
walk through fire, coal whippers convey, found metre -

found response, plundered stacks neat
chiselled curves - curling arms freed.