Aphorisms toward a Philosophy of Textual Recycling... or... Billy Blake Goes Kardashian

Limited Vocabularies: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.

Imagination is infinite. This world is not.

This world is limited. Imagine it again.

Imagination produces the infinite through recycling the products of time.

To read the ephemeral as if it were eternal.

Oh Billy, how the ephemeral becomes you!

Will freedom in the clutches of the poparazzi.

Everywhere is little worlds of freedom looking for release.

In between the crackle and pop lie beauty’s silences.

Learn, and then unlearn. Rinse and repeat. Always repeat.

And all the hills echoéd. Nothing throwaway.

Every vocabulary limited. Expression unlimited.

To find innocent and experienced states within the pop at hand.

To slow the frantic flick of the magazine page and study all it can say.

There’s already too much crap in this world. Now to refigure.

Experience close at hand. Innocence near ungraspable.

Repetition never the same. Repetition never the same.

The gross unimportant volume of pop speaks important volumes. Listen. Learn. Look above.

Loving words til they come home.

Never stop becoming.

Becoming being.

Just being sounds easy. It’s not.

Just Be It.

Finding what can be said.

Letting it say.

Eternity. Within limits.

Cut and paste a writing.

Every word a specific weight.

Every word betrays itself.

Fiction integral to the real.

Recycling clothes. Recycling words. Concepts more interesting than results.

Trying to say is saying.

Meaning inescapable. Nothing to worry about.

Learn the poetry of each.

Re-knowable re-sources.

Rhyme a repetition. With variation. Vice versa.

It’s all been said before. Say it in other frames.

Where can poetry reside? Wherever you find it. Find it.

Copy right. Every pun intended. None completely owned.

Poetry as useless. A political statement in an overused world.

Every word stolen beyond recognition.

Who owns words?

If it’s not fixed, you can’t break it.

Second-hand clothes as philosophy.

Within these words your poem.

Now your turn.

Recycle.