notes… an old poetic trope indeed to become a thing of nature or imagine a different form from this, but does that make it droll ? Hell if I know… I just work here.
Music for this occasion (thanks for asking by the way), totally trippy stuff I doubt you have ever heard…
totally ethereal, spacey, airy… reminds me of Liv from Norway and my long lost friend Jodi whom I lost touch with before this internet age, those were the days, those were special days.
So apparent in the turn of seasons, I lived in south Florida for some time and the seasons definitely don’t have the same flair, much like skin things just get olden and golden (like worn leather) over time down there, palm trees with xmas lights are surely a strange site, I guess being born in the North US I just got used to the passing of seasons, seeing the great burst of spring, the roiling of summer with the lure of the shore, and the eventual fall into winter (barest of all). So, I totally forgot I wrote this little poem, again, sometimes you just write something and like it, maybe not my best thing, but it is surely a piece of me laid out in my little notebook in my god awful handwriting…
“born again” 8.28.2018
is there a cleansing pool
in which I may drown and emerge
upon the other side
washed of you
is there a prancing fool
who believes such things
staring back in the mirror
he surely is
no chains, no binds, no bonds,
nothing to break, but might I wake
with a clear conscience of mind
one time –
to see a new day, with these weary eyes
as light bends on the back of morning land
reaching out with new warmth
to begin again –
rebirth.
Music to contemplate life to ? Yeah, I got that covered… some lovely ambient musings.. check out “sutra spin” also, one of my all time favorite ambient albums (it is more active ambient if ya get my groove)
all sight lost in whirling dervish delights, for now
until we awake into the next morn
branches sparse, the snare of cold breath
a frost
we retreat to our dens and hearths
and wait.
notes… we just had a Nor’easter here so it is almost the last cruel insult to the leaves… they are clinging for dear life knowing they will all be stripped bare dead and here comes this horizontal rain fall and ripping wind to take away their spark, the aftermath is all these leaves, some even green, strewn about like a total mess, so I was commenting on all that and larger themes of the season.
Granted I am rocked by the awful situation that happened in Pittsburgh today but the weekends (well, at least sundays) are a refuge, so I like to post some simpler things, elemental things, basic things. I can be all esoteric but… life is about larger themes, larger than your self, we all think we are living in the most important time ever, that’s just silly, we had a civil war here in America… hell, we had world wars that none of us were part of, get over yourself, gain some perspective, don’t lose passion but realize we all fail, everything is so important because we are alive in the now, it is all we know.. but the world will continue to spin, America will continue to lead, we all blink, so blink, take a deep breath, the world is not ending due to anything, politics ? the world continues on. For now I am going to post some theme poems, the theme ? simplicity, obviousness, the things that bind us… remember we are all here together right now, think about that in the context of the universe whole, the confluence of events that make my words being read by you … astounding…
“radiant” 7.23.18
I am plutonium, radiation
contaminating infiltrating
in deadly silence
injecting into every scene
leaking from every seam
an unseen torrent
molecular assassin
death transparent.
“over here” 7.23.2018
signal fire
signal flare
I will do anything
to get your attention
once more
“break my bones” 8.6.2018
words.
burn.
and I thought
sticks and stones
but I was wrong
in my bone
the saying is only true
when the words are false
“circular” 8/8/2018
two circles
encircled
intersect
never one
infinity loop
but a circle has no beginning
nor an end
a lap of loops
but you have gone nowhere
you are at
where you began
8/8/2018
there is thunder outside
but here I am
inside my home
like a stone
underground
I feel safe
shielded
until – found.
8/11/2018
you are the air I breath
the spark of life I need
shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
a season too fleeting
my love for you
beyond all reason
music > get your heavy on, this is from an Anime (Shingeki no Bahamut) I have been watching lately but I was surprised with the theme music (it rules), I could run a whole anime blog or Japanese music blog… but damn I don’t have the time with all the shit exploding in my head.
We see garbage, and refuse every day, especially in urban centers, what do we do ? I pick up what I can, I carry bags to pick up litter, whenever I hike I bring a bag and collect anything that should not be there, am I some hero ? hell no. but a little effort goes a long way, see some flotsam ? take some action. I am not some radical environmentalist, just do we need to see garbage flying about the streets ? Pick it up, do the simple things, it is just like smiling, do the little things. So… I was driving home tonight from a customer sight (and damn I have an email to shoot out, thanks for reminding me) and saw in the intersection of Magnolia and Oak Tree Road some dancing things due to the wind, it turned out to be garbage… and it inspired this…
the fault of the wind 10.27.2018
there was no parade, today
human debris
plastic bags, paper, not leaves
’tis the fault of the wind
pages dancing swirling on corner ends
across my path, to fast to catch
blown on by
into the trees and the oceans
’tis the fault of the wind
These were written @ Higbee beach in Cape May NJ known for “Cape May Diamonds“, also if you walk far enough south you hit Sunset Beach with the USS Atlantus (a concrete hull ship that sank just offshore), a little ditty about Higbee, I went there to find some new/less used beaches on vacation (when I am on the beach I am interested in walking the tide and looking at nature not sunbathing), so I walked all the way down the beach south (about 1.2 miles) from where Higbee meets David Douglass park (Cape May / Lewes ferry), so, in my infinite wisdom I decided to take the nature trail back instead of the beach… oh boy, first, I was wearing my crocs, and they ain’t walking shoes, secondly I left my sun screen and other stuff out of my pack because this is october and well… I didn’t expect 80 degrees and blazing direct burning sun ! so… I was hella wrong, it was like I was moses trekking through the wilderness, all sand (and if you have tried to hike in sand you know how much fun that is! – not!), sand and scrub brush… and a winding trail more confusing than choose your own adventure books, it was torture, I still have the remnants of blisters on my feet (2 weeks later), winding paths not in the scrub forest, all out in the open in the valleys of dunes just off the beach which I thought I was near the surf (but every time I endeavored to find it I couldn’t), and of course there was no other people on this trail, thankfully I have a good deal of hiking experience from my youth @ camp Sequoia in the Catskills, so after 3 hours of hiking (and cursing) I finally made it back to civilization (the parking lot), man, it sucked…. I am a hard headed person but this wore me down certainly, so maybe that adds to the ingredients of my poetry ? maybe… so here it is…
Upon Higbee Beach, Cape May NJ 10.8.2018
I walk the beach whole
I learn the shore lines
the neighborhoods of waves
the bindings of tides
between dunes and break,
I stride casually
soft wet sand sinking slightly under foot
beach sandals in one hand by straps
walking over footprints fading
as if I’m never there,
passing sun bathers and gazers
wondering what sort of tide brought them in
and from what inland shores
accents and manners float
in and out with a subtle roar
ghost crabs, run to their burrows
horseshoes right themselves
deft barb on tail
turning like clocks in the coming surf
turning to noon out to sea
these ancient ambassadors
far older than these
Upon Higbee Beach (pt 2), Cape May NJ 10.8.2018
the sand, the sound
the tide, the wind
broken footsteps trail off
the sun travels deliberately across the sky
the beach is low, for now, exposed
tide peels and shipwrecks, and their crews be told
left up upon the beach, stranded until tidal moon
or worse yet
found by the mouth of a hunting gull,
time seems to stand still, even within all this motion
This is part of my “from the porch” series where I am writing from my, um, porch, just channeling whatever comes in on the antennae, so without further delay…
10.24.2018
long gone are the soft summer nights
on this night full moon high
the august sun, is faded words on bristled pages now
Think about it. No, REALLY think about it. Every person you run into (ouch) or meet is a complete happenstance of a confluence of a great everything, a mass of variables so vast as to ache even the most agile human mind – the time you are born, when, where, how, parents, grandparents, that great great great great aunt that crossed some river for a flower way back when, all of these possibilities became you… or someone, there will never be anything the same as you @ this exact moment, or the next, think about that the next time you get mad… can you possibly know everything that baked the cake you are mad at ?
so on that subject… I wrote this @ my desk today, it was something bouncing around my head for a few days now, mostly I need to be (or am) immediate or I lose the lines, this one flowed out without doubt at my lovely inspiring cubicle…
thoughts and comments (on anything) are appreciated as are million dollar donations as alas.. I did not win the powerball drawing the other night (I was so damn sure too…), anyhoo… this blog is my thoughts (all this verbose blathering) and poetry, so onto that part of the exercise…
the bridge 10.24.2018
there is a man crossing
the bridge, across the road
I am driving on
I do not know
his destination
merely the other side
I assume,
a moving snapshot, a video clip
of memory now
so much in a time stamp
a story untold
or what I may imagine
a life, an entire life
there in a moving picture
an entire existence
passed on by
on a bridge
across the road
I was driving by.
Music ? sure, being I am a creature of the habit note…
Eric was lauded as a kid as being a guitar prodigy but got sort of forgotten for some years. I first got into him in 1993… and he is making a real name for himself now (rightfully so). He is right handed but plays upside down left handed (that is just the way he learned so it is natural to him). Great player, check him out if you get the chance.
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