right now
I am looking
at a blanket of clouds
trying to describe how they are new
or different
I look at the power lines
wooden lines lined across
define my left side of sight
they do not look like the future
I feel stuck in the past
.moment.
(posted live from my car just now)
Well… ok, maybe not so much (the aurora borealis is pretty darn cool after all), but I was watching this massively awesome BBC series “Wonders of the Solar System” and was enlightened (pun) by the fact that the phenomena is not limited to this little sphere we call Earth, in fact, that massive red giant (no, not Colin McGregor or the Kool Aid Man)… I am speaking of course of our celestial big brother Jupiter, as it turns out Jupiter has these light displays on both the north and south poles… The “lights” are all formed due to the solar radiation (called the solar wind) thrown out constantly by the sun deflected by the magnetic field of the planets (in short, it is slightly more complicated than that). Just another chapter in how amazing this universe is (even our little tiny corner which is the everything we will ever know). Sure, I am a bit late to the party on this… but I can admit that.
So anyway, this poem also formed from a ball of dust and the ort cloud (my head) last night… (and here is my Voyager inspired poems, I think I might start a collection page of my science based/themed work instead of these ad hoc links, but that is just a thought)….
9.30.2018 “miracles of the solar system”
I contemplate the world, spinning
a veritable grain of sand
on this continent, thinking
might I levitate in place
and the ground beneath
will rotate around under, my feet
as I will to absorb the total cycle of the sun
my mind to become flat and limitless
to expand outward to the edges of the universe
a platform, a table for all to sit upon
the knowledge, the power, of a billion suns
could this lonely spot of life
handle the vastness of an expanse
that weighs in blocks
not perceivable by human scales of thought
of this, just this one, on the shoulders of many
just to understand this
a world spinning
a night companion orbits round
what seems just out of touch
we have only touched once
so familiar
but these are miracles, in the every day flesh
for granted
sunrise and sunset
lest we forget
the immense fate and circumstance
for our faces
to be met daily
by the rising, of the life giving star
we so casually call, ours
the sun
Music ? I have posted this before but I have to post it again (and probably again), to me it fits the vastness of space… ambient space music supreme.
Your thoughts and comments are welcome and appreciated, and might even be read.. by me of all people.
these words came to me,as they are, driving to work last saturday, what more can I say ? this is the muse, this is being in the space intersecting with inspiration, I can not explain it like I can not explain so much of this world, as I am just this one dude existing in this world. with that said…
9.29.2018 “early am drive”
over the green of verdant hill
soft fingers of september sun stretch
glistening
each drop of dew provides
shimmering in the gentle warming of autumn dawn
notes… this is one of those I can not possibly explain, it happened and I loved it at first sight/write, it made me think of so many poets before me, sort of a hybrid (sort of haiku in spirit) but still me, I guess.
9.30.2018 “porch” (series)
I gazed out towards the horizon, searching for a moment of clarity, I paused and listened, and then – I heard a voice in this late september hour:
“yo, we’re not in kansas anymore”
Firstly I was surprised the horizon had a Jersey accent let alone a voice. Secondly I was not sure how the horizon was familiar with the source material. Thirdly I was surprised at what a deft metaphor that was for the passage of one season to another… but then again the horizon has a few billion years on me to contemplate such things. There are so many questions I would like to ask back but the horizon is always so out of reach that my speech can not possibly keep up. Talk about moving the goal posts… if I could somehow thrust myself forward enough to where the horizon will be it will have been and gone before I could even get to the spot, kind of reminds me of tomorrow, something else we never can seem to catch up with or be at. So what to do? Sit back and enjoy the cool air associated with the tilt so subtle in 23 degrees but so defined in the coming winter’s lease. Another year’s ride descends into the end of a julian cycle, hopefully I will see you on the other side, as this whole carousel resets again, for another spin.
notes: nah… I don’t feel like writing any, I don’t think this post needs it although I am playing with some words here, did you get all the asides ?
tonight’s edition of my ongoing experiment.
9.30.2018
trapped in the utter utilitarian mundane, I stumble out of the house locked into the weekly ritual of throwing out the trash after a week’s end and a sunday dinner (portuguese BBQ in this case), so besides my porch (or to the left more accurately) I had a visitor, quite as startled by me as he (or she), a tabby cat whom I do not recognize (and who certainly does not recognize me), so we stared each other down like it was some version of high noon (albeit without the applied tension of an actual gun fight), so, who will budge first from this initial shock and lock? “your move buddy” I mutter, thankfully the cat, as it turns out, speaks english and starts to confidently saunter away (as masterfully as only cats can seem to do), but then I am flush with a small dab of regret, as I like pets and animals in general (and I like to think they might like me back indeed), so as the cat retreats I lower to my knees and make all those sounds we make that seem to catch a cat’s appeal, and for a moment I steal the attention, a pause, a mention, but this cat either does not trust me or has something better to attend to (can not say I blame him/her), so with that, the cat continues on across the paved boundary that separates the two sides of my street, onto the incline of my neighbor’s well-lit driveway, I pick up the garbage bag to finish my task, all the while the cat, looking back, tabby keeping tabs on me wherever I am, this cat seems to have the lure… but also the lesson, and what might happen, with curiosity.
Music? some Voivod, because they will never get the due they are due.
there is just a line there about cheshire cats… listen for it, it is rewarding.
and also digest this, since I am on a cat thing….
and to all who read me, thanks, seriously.
As is my habit (not the nun uniform), I like to post some simpler thoughts on the weekend, just some snippets, notes, scraps of thoughts (little tidbits and crumbs from my journals over the months), so…
“shine” 5/30/18
as the sun shines, I know your smile
your eyes, I am lost at sea
sinking into your midst
into bliss
washed up on the shore
the sun warms, once more
grains of sand
I succumb
into the dream
of your love.
6.8.18
empty park bench
lonely shadow
empty park
sorrow
not a squirrel nor a bird
just the wind
shuffling through the trees
alone with my thoughts
carry my words of love to her
please…
“time blinks” 7.10.2018
my precious time
is gone
spent
and to be honest
I do not know
where it has gone
or where it went
“morning joe” 7.10.2018
singular
expression
caffeine
injection
to percolate
a sleepy soul
I will go out of the box for a minute (as I am wont to do…) with a movie recomendation… real old school goofy 80’s comedy that I think is vastly overlooked (the where’s the beef lady is in it !!!! cmon now! – almost as cool as the parts is parts commercial)…
stick with it, it is funny… cheesy? 80s?? yeah… all that… but trust me and thanks for reading if you are reading this. all comments/thoughts/vile epithets are appreciated.
I wonder what will become of my dear old friend patience (I really should thank her for some great advice over the years), I do worry about her these days though, she is a tough old girl but… surely she is not quite dead (yet) but are her days stained with scarlet numbers (the type that are counting down)?
Let me step back for a moment, and set the table (so to speak, no forks involved, maybe a napkin), I often (or sometimes) think this is an absolutely amazing age to be aging in, when I think back (using snapshots from my view-master) at the little spark that is this (my) life, simply in my lifetime we have gone from rotary phones, to huge cell phones, to flip phones to well… no need to remember phone numbers at all (or even type them! and who can keep track of all the area codes), the same crazy train goes for information, what will happen to the poor Alex Trebek’s of the world in a world that trivia is merely a swipe and a command? I’ll take obsolescence for $2,000 Alex…. daily double ! sweet! (but I forgot to answer in the form of a question, dammit, I always liked Pat Sajack better anyway…) The sheer instant nature of information is astounding. You want a pizza or a piece de resistance – we have an app for that, instant gratification of the stomach and the hungry mind. We carry the world in our pockets, well, until it crashes or runs out of batteries and we frantically scramble about like someone needs CPR when just a USB port will do, the panic induced by premature battery termination is palpable when you are present in the presence of same, the abject sadness on the faces of the inflicted as they must endure the utter hardship of disconnecting from the social universe seemingly like the loss of a limb (for a moment in the blink of life)…
and here is where patience may come in. in a cracked screen, in a waterlogged phone (well, they get around that too these days), in that time your OS decides to not be a friend, in a time when a friend you never met but exchanged 10000 messages with decides you are not a friend, in the time your signal is not quite 2 bars and those photos absolutely have to get through (I mean they are so damn cool)…
Take a deep breath… (try it now), please remember my poor beleaguered friend patience, she has so few followers these days, but she has been around, she will make a come back, she is a classic… after all.
I am going to go obvious musical drop on you all (well, at least for me, child of the 80s)…
Sure, Axel Rose is a legendary dickweed, but it is hard to argue their (GnR) impact on the music realm for a good chunk of decade.
thoughts, comments, insults (especially) are all appreciated, as are recipes, jokes, your sister’s phone number, and of course follows, thanks!
9.27.2018
left – right
left – right
up – down
up – down
red lights
parents wave goodbye
only for the day.
school bus
notes… not sure how the school buses function where you are, here it seems to be pretty much the same since I was a wee lad, the ritual of parents escorting you to the corner to board onto the bus for the day, seems like forever a go, the memories came charging back so vividly when I was stuck behind a bus this morning (mesmerized by the rhythm of the lights). something that was so routine it was the routine, all we knew, gone after being there for so long, like everything else we get used to, life marches on.
Musical choice? I am in the need of some classical, so time to pull out an old fave…
Sebelius : Finlandia (as performed by the BBC Symphony and Chorus)
“worship in waking” 6.8.18
goddess
in being
lost in your form
ethereal light blinding
your caress ever binding
my lust craves for more
you have invaded me
with your tongue
I am barren in your wilderness
dreaming state
elate
melting my skin
into your bliss,
but then –
I awake.
Dylan Thomas
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
the poem of course, is historically one of the greatest in history… all poets aspire to write such wall crumbling words, we need to internalize same and live our lives this way. Do I do it ? No.. I aspire to it. These are wonderful words and an amazing example of why word art matters. We must remember that art does matter but also the sentiment of truth anchors the best of art. The truth being that we have this little slice of time to be relevant, to be actually US, to be ourselves, we will blink and be gone… we only have this little time, instead of living many of us are wrapped up in nothing (myself included).. how do we escape this pattern and LIVE as free people, free from perception, allegation, the chains of oppression of society and the expectations of same. If you are expecting answers, I am sorry, I am seeking them as well.
