Part II. Knowing

I X-out Days on the Calendar

Shakespeare's Sonnet XII Transbliterated (042)

Shakespeare

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o’er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer’s green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
    And nothing ’gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
    Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

Transbliteration

I X-out days on the calendar
	To know how much longer
	I will be humiliated
Starting from that first horrible night
	When all was sobbing and slicing
To the day
	When I can see through the smoke
		Rising from the stumps of thirteen years
	To the larger forest
		And the saplings of mercy


	So much brush
		Had gathered on the forest floor
One spark
	Sweetly blown in the wrong direction
Warmed your heart
	Swept through mine
		And I had to flee my own grove
	Burning faster
		Than anything else could grow
			No rivers flowing to contain it

I am razed
	Naked
		Until brave saplings
		Can clothe me again

I am left with only stone
	And simple mosses
Questioning the campfire we had
	Not a hearth
		No walls between us and perdition

Sculptures

From line 2: “To the day When I can see through the emblematic smoke”
From line 3: “emblematic smoke Rising from the minimalist stumps of thirteen years”
From line 4: “see through the stylized smoke To the larger conceptual forest And the conceptual saplings of mercy”
From line 5: “So much emblematic brush Had gathered on the conceptual forest floor”
From line 6: “One symoblic spark Sweetly blown in the wrong direction Warmed your symoblic heart”
From line 7: “One symoblic spark Swept through mine And I had to flee my own emblematic grove”
From line 11: “I am left with only stone And simple conceptual mosses”