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Category: Poetry
Oct 07 2008
Muse in the Morning
Oct 07 2008
A Thing of Beauty in a Barbarous Time
Barbarus hic ego sum, quia non intelligor illis. – Ovid
With the economy imploding, and the wars, and crimes, and torture, and impotent political posturing — even as the pockets of the people are picked on a daily basis — there is a time, there must be a time for beauty, for a time apart the madness. We must remember what our humanity is, and why we even bother with the onus of civilization, with its exploitation and its barbarism.
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, in his famous essay, “Discourse on the Arts and Sciences,” provocatively asked whether it wasn’t such condolences that bound us ever tighter to the chains of oppression:
Oct 06 2008
The Point of Speaking
It was a dream: I was at a party
And even though so many friends were there,
And even though the naked lady dancing
Waved at me behind the stage and knew my name
I was extraneous.
I woke in cold and darkness,
Longing for a single human sound
To kill the silence, and you came.
But when you saw that I was nervous,
You went away.
I admit to calling after you–too late.
A whisper in my head was all I heard.
I imagined it was something that you said
As you made your way back home:
“I needed you.”
In that space between sleeping and awake,
A dream can be a filter for reality.
But darkness loses power. Light gets stronger every hour.
So I wandered down the lonely path to see if you were home.
At my trepid knock, I heard you at the door.
You said, “Hello.
How are you?
Come in.
Meet some friends.
Make yourself at home.
Then I knew there was no need to be alone.
Oct 06 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry XXIII
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Oct 05 2008
Poem Against Land Theft, McCain, & Hate Crimes
Esoteric spiritual madness has accompanied me as I have watched the continuing web of land theft spreading, still, from the Arctic to across the United States.
I know why, but I don’t know why. I have watched Manifest Destiny pair with Climate Change on what is a repetition of land theft from the gun to the gavel. I have watched a leading Republican presidential candidate who is getting away with having enacted legislation that forcefully removed the Navajo. That’s the last straw. The straw that breaks the camel’s back is hate crimes that don’t get noticed by the general public like other hate crimes would.
Oct 03 2008
To The Leaders
A toast
Thanks to you
We have a multi-trillion dollar deficit that we can pull together to retire in a million years.
Because of you
children of the destitute starve under cardboard boxes.
Under you
our flag waves assent to the rape of the world’s resources and the decimation of penguins and polar bears.
We the people,
the hardest-working, most efficient in the world,
many of whom are recompensed with minimum wage,
whose fears of losing insurance or status are unfamiliar to you,
who watch life on television while you play at St. Moritz,
We salute you.
Raspberries!
Oct 03 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry XXII
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Oct 02 2008
Muse in the Morning
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Oct 01 2008
where is love
love goes into hiding
but it doesn’t die
love runs from danger
love recoils from pain
love collapses under the weight of the every day
but love doesn’t die
love longs for discovery
Oct 01 2008
The Chase
Wan went running, running,
Terror at wan’s wheels–
Fragmented, wonderful terror
Promising possibilities.
Before wan’s eyes are visions
Of freedom from wan pains:
The acts of dogs and locusts,
The acts of God.
Pressure powers wan.
Striking out, breaking out,
Burning out,
Random complexity–the speed of wan.
Watch your dust, wan.
Take your pleasure
Alive and kicking.
Oct 01 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry XX
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Sep 30 2008
Muse in the Morning
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A Transition through Poetry XIX
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