July 15, 2015
from a philosopher:
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!
The cry of equality pulls everyone down.
Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
We can only learn to love by loving.
IRIS MURDOCH – whose birthday we remember on this date.
. (thanx to http://itsjustatheory.com/2015/07/15/happy-birthday-11/ )
June 25, 2015
I was well into my spinning
Out spontaneous routines,
for mostly me, I guess, I mean.
It was going her direction.
I try to make babies laugh ,too.
But she wasn’t having it,
and at the same time she was having me, yet
For some time, yet.
June 19, 2015
There’s been a unfocused fire
Before the rhododendron,
Like off a roadway, on a hot day,
A unfocused fire
Blurring this entire English garden.
Bumble birds and humming bees,
Warm words tumbling, tumbling on great grass.
Late last night it wouldn’t cease;
The dream is in the English sun.
I took cream in my steaming , strong tea.
Virginia, Leonard Woolf I could see
With her lot
Iris Murdoch & John I could see
With her lot
Barrie and Carroll
Knelt on all fours
Playful, cerebral somehow.
I’m thinking, As I burrow my brow
Rough for this pillow
I’ll settle, Right now, Near the shade of that willow
& succumb to cats on a lawn
& three secret facts of tea roses.
. (from 2009)
June 15, 2015
the night fills book shelves
ghosts ancient go silent as
you are daring to glare it down.
the night fills full boxes
all honest, bold-faced hazy fascades
and full frontal epiphanies
June 12, 2015
Ink can slip onto and stain a page
I think it can permeate a world around
it that can see it then re-see it new
and adapt it to the stage.
The symbals clash, the lights rush up. Both astound
A staring crowd. So start up yr. casual
stroll from the wings, not forgetting yr. casual
June 11, 2015
“Are your angels just children laughing insane At the fools we are as men? Go count me in.”
……… RYAN ADAMS – from “THE FOOLS WE ARE AS MEN”
I work hard/ To understand/
But then I don’t know much about it all/
Someone at my night job/
Was all about this bible’s myth of Jacob/
One where he wrestles an Angel (or maybe More)/
I’m not sure why or what
glimmer & glow
One was to get here
But I got puzzled at the wrestle.
If there are angels, I need them
To lead me to bed,
A warm arm/wing around me,
Mercifully, off to our bed.
May 28, 2015
the creatures there were at their creek
when they witnessed me because of my moon
I was quiet enough on my path
but they looked up, then back down to their drinking
I was so lost they didn’t scatter
so lost, the full moon only considered my prayers
I got turned around when the wind picked up
I can’t find my feet or so far
my way back
May 23, 2015
I must discuss
A dark circus is in town
A boy in a spin, and trees swing around
He drops, and the swing stops
New dewfrost falls, he’s lost
In all the bare trees
A heavy disguise
Could be of use here
So cover your eyes, please
Your lover’s indecent
And trying on lies
His heart’s denying hard here
It’s a fact; Abstract lies
Squeezebox hymns seem
To squish by inbetween
Lighted & Loudened by a fullmooncloud
Lions let free/ Dark
Circus tonight and if I might
Mix in that crowd
A heavy disguise could
Be of some use
May 21, 2015
I’m immersed in the miracle
of my sense
Poised on the pinnacle
of a fence
Razor-sharp and fast
I gotta outlast
a lotta likelihood.
& rays of cutting ice;
a slanting precipice
was wanting the place
written when I was a kid
May 18, 2015
They say that at sea
Mal de mer
Is easier to bear
If you can lift your gaze,
Look, and lock in the horizon—
The distant constant transcedent end.
I’m a man who says “Land,too.”
. (from 09)