the moon you know, the moon you don’t…

January 24, 2019January 25, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“We ran as if to meet the moon.”
― Robert Frost

Do we take the moon for granted? Our little companion in perfect orbit (synced so close to ours that one side faces us all the time). Other planets have tons of moons (Saturn has 62!) but our little friend is out just in the right place where we can have full eclipses (that is actually super rare in our little solar system – but not here on water world!) So my last post was all about musings on the moon (in poem form), so for those with a little nerdy science streak l ask… did you get all the little references? granted some are obvious, I mean we have known this moon our whole lives right? just curious… so, if you don’t want spoilers read no further, here is all the little tidbits I was thinking about writing that poem…

seven seas ? OK, obvious… Pangea ? OK, not brilliant… master of all seasons ? I was trying to invoke how we take for granted our place in a hemisphere, so the moon could care less, it is the same when the southern hemisphere is in winter or the northern hemisphere is in winter… dead eye’s watch? the moon is quite dead, nothing there… blinks as slow ? I needed some vehicle to explain the phases, so I chose sound witch travels way slower than light, and we see moonlight… born of earthly rock ? I am referencing the theory that the moon is born of a cosmic collision (one of many but I think it makes the most sense, not 100% proven obviously – this is also referenced in the line “twin composition“)… millennia of collision ? pretty obvious, the moon has been bombed by asteroids or other bodies, the evidence is there of a violent past, there was all sorts of stuff flying around the solar system when it was forming, there is still tons of stuff out in the kuiper belt and the oort cloud waiting to make impact at some point… I think the rest of the piece is pretty clear

so anyway, if you made it this far? damn.. thanks for riding down the rabbit hole with me, I appreciate all reads and eyes, and any comments are gladly taken even if you think I am a dumb stump stuck in the mud, I am probably not, but how would I know if I was ?

super blood wolf fish hamster moon thing.

January 23, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 1 Comment

clearly the phenom was cool (space.com site), that’s my photo from my deck sunday night when I was walking Samantha (a black lab mix rescue dog – she’s 10-ish), but it also inspired this…

1.22.2019 the night watcher

before the seven seas
before the age of pangea
master of all seasons
a dead eye’s watch
blinks as slow as sound
born of earthly rock
millennia of collisions tell
this barren face does watch
down upon creation
ever in the shadow
of the twin composition
not privy to the tidal lives
evolving below this stoic eye
left to turn and spin in cold
destined to observe and never hold
and how many human eyes have wandered
up at you on nights like these
wondered what has come and gone
as you bear witness back to sun
from the first step of life upon this earth
cursed to watch from orbit’s perch

notes… I have a bunch of science nods in this one, I won’t uncover them all now (hey man it is late here on the E C)… I’ll get to it though and re-post, there is a bunch of nerdy stuff in there with the literary flowers.

Music ? (for those adventurous in the electronic realm) :

IPeiqi – landscape

call it deep tech/trance/tech ambient… I dunno, I love it.

and thank you to all who read my stuff, I bow and say thanks.

the cycle of regret and holding on.

January 22, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“culture”

I think I’ve never been a farmer

these fields lay fallow

from some neglect

of sown regret

I can see the sun-

sunlight strikes

this empty plot

barren crop

memories now

merely dust

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footprints worn in

from pacing rows

starved by drought

nothing grows

weighed down

by a plan of my own disillusion

division

where there was two

there is only one

the damn math

the answer

the equation

becomes none

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so I must learn to farm again

guided by the sun

on another patch

in another place

I must abandon

what has gone

I must move on

from this field

sever the bond

that has been

long gone

travel on – “I must” I tell myself

I look back, for just one more glance

just so, I will not forget.

notes… I was watching a documentary on minimalism last night, I might not agree with all of it, but it got me to thinking, maybe I need to be a minimalist of the heart, I carry baggage way more than I should (I think, I’m not sure, but pretty sure), like material things misery can be a thing of comfort after a while, I am not saying I am miserable but I have some emotional hummel’s on my shelf as reminders, maybe I shouldn’t. I can only try to be better and remind myself moment to moment life is better than the alternative by a long shot. (this particular poem is something I wrote originally on 5.5.18 but re-wrote a bit today as I might do)

music for your consideration…

Taylor Deupree – Somi

This is minimalist ambient… and brilliant (if ya ask me), let it fall on you like rain on a summer day, relief and beauty in each drop, like slow motion hands of a visual clock, no harsh sounds, just the surround, of thought.

Simple Sunday Thoughts…

January 21, 2019January 21, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“inspire”

might I be the knife
to pierce that veil of night
walking through this daily life
lead others into that good light

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“speculation”

is that you, in the next car?
or in another land
another shore
maybe just within my reach
or not near at all
but never far
from my thoughts
never far, my love

notes… sometimes I like simple, especially as I get older, I could get all weird and technical on you, or esoteric in my writing, but I am really enjoying the simple things more these days, be it the sun, the moon, the dance of a squirrel, there is the miracle of life all around us, I’m not saying be unaware of the dark corners of this world, just don’t forget the amazement around you in even the mundane, at least that is what I am trying to do and bring. (I wrote these poems on 1/18, Friday)

Music tonight? thanks for asking…

Minus the Bear – My Time (live, sort of acoustic but amazing)

a gentle snow falls…

January 18, 2019February 8, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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there is a calming in the falling snow, not a blizzard, just what you would order online, on cue, if you could, small flakes that barely leave a mark, just gracing the branches with a hint of white glisten, a calming, as if weaving a slow blanket across the land, all these pieces somehow in silent cooperation, no wind has come to ruin this show, no biting cold to chase these eyes inside to burrow in a blanket, so I may just stand here under a street light, watching the crystals cascade, like slow motion frozen captures of rain, holding out a hand to catch a glimpse, how this snow brings back rushes of memory, sledding, snowballs, snowmen, and cocoa, the worldly melts away as I observe this little truth, a smile emerges, mostly inside, with warmth, sometimes there is perfection in things, this is one of those nights, here under the street light, just being a figure in this slice, all the while around the floating down, there is calming in – this falling snow, I close my eyes and try to commit this to dream so I may recall this again.

a gentle snow falls
the calming snow does slow pause
this frozen moment

notes… I consider this part of my porch series, as I was engaged in the mundane, taking out the garbage but I was thrust into a snow globe, a nice one without so much shaking, I was consumed by how calm and beautiful tonight was, just a simple thing, maybe we forget, I am trying to stop and admire the world I am alive in.

which piece are you?

January 17, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 2 Comments

“chess”

send in the clowns
the fools who lead
sent out by crowns
the pawns in line
fall double first time
the king’s have their castles
and gold to trade
life is gained
ground is granted
suitors fallow
bloodlines planted

notes… written 11/13/18, slight chess metaphors but also not, of course “send in the clowns” is an obvious reference (well at least to me – but I also mean jesters), and that is how this poem started (ever been there, where one line just makes the others in your head?), it led me to think about how those in power send out those who are not (and I am not saying I would be above that if I was given the realm, being moral without the choice to not be moral is easy to talk about), back to the lines – pawns can move two spaces so that is the “double” reference, the king line is in reference to “castling” in chess (double meaning to me, you work out the details), then after I was kind of was mixing that with the way royal bloodlines have propagated over time (ahem, via incest)… am I explaining to much? eh… I felt like it this time. Sometimes rhymes have more than they seem, or at least hope to be.

Music : Thought Industry – My Famous Mistake

These boys were doing strange atmosphere way before it was cool (think Tool meets Helmet with prog tones)

And yeah… I have been keeping up with my Media Review page lately…

dreams speak sometimes.

January 16, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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I step off into the night

flight into dreams

the visual crew

a familiar brew

and you,

peeking around the corner

my heart donor

wake me up before I go

tap my shoulder before I leave

pinch this dream and make it so

wake me up before I go,

promise me, my love, don’t go.

written 6.7.18, I was thinking of her again today so. I also seem to forget about all these things written down these months in my journals (in pursuit of the new shiny thing), and yes, that is a WHAM! reference in there (I am a child of the 80’s after all) – and a Star Trek next gen reference (I’m such a nerd). I think winter is dragging me down a bit, and work has me in loops, I am writing but I don’t seem to be finishing … ya here me my fellow writers/artists? yeah… you’ve all been there. Sometimes going back can inform going forward, well, at least that is what I am telling myself (and you apparently). I had an install in Yonkers NY last night, strange area, kind of nice but kind of not? Totally strange windy roads, total hell in the winter with the degree of the hills. Anyway, thanks for stopping by.

music: Faun – Federkleid

I think I have posted that before but eh.. who cares, I was listening to it today for some inspiration, some came, but not a full boat, oh well, we will see what happens in the morn.

the faints of snow…

January 14, 2019January 14, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

faints of snow
trace on the outlines
by the wind

as if drawn
move of perfect form
slight of ice

at this simple act
crystals born
on time and again
to the earth and back
meaning found

and to know a place
moment still
of all that breath’s life
does find grace

Notes… this is the alter Haiku form 3/5/3 with some improv in there… I don’t know why sometimes I write this way when the muse so instructs me so. in the third stanza I am referencing that all water has been recycled countless times here on earth through history, we think of rain as some thing, but it is water that maybe was blood two million years ago, and the last stanza is about that everything finds an end, I hope that is peace, but I know it is an end, either way.

The composition of joy…

January 11, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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“might I come to understand
the composition of joy
like an alchemist
to turn the basest of thought
to that of golden bliss”

“the exposition of joy”

I had a good amount of time on my hands this morning (quite unexpectedly), as my usually terrible commute was especially more awful this morning (to the Nth degree), for the life of me I do not understand why an accident @ 1:40 in the morning impacts my commute @ 9am… clearly something is off, but anyway, enough with my complaining, as I said I was pondering the world, our earth, the pearl of this solar system as it were, looking out at my not so remarkable field of vision, and just a feeling of calm passed over me, as I watched some random flags flowing on some random bridge bisecting the turnpike, all the infinite things that had to occur in the billions of years of this universe for this moment to become a possibility, is this bliss? No. But what is? I wonder about the material composition of joy (if there is such a thing). We know we have a limited time parking our butts on this sphere but are we aware? What is the DNA of joy? Is it walking outside on a rolling grey day? I say “rolling grey” because that is how the clouds look right now, almost as if we were on the floor of the ocean, looking up, and watching the waves roll over, in some way we are under that ocean even if only atmosphere, the ocean of air, is this accepting fate, feeling my place in this great debate of atoms ? or am I swimming in waters with too much depth, after all I am just sitting here, in my car, on my way to work, the most common of things, but how many would trade places with me? right now? so surely I should have joy, in all this, in all things, regardless of the point, or my feelings, I need to channel this, because what is the alternative?

Notes: this was written back on wednessday, I had off today for the first time in almost two weeks, so, yes I was busy and neglecting my little corner of the multiverse here lately. So anyone who read this, thanks, I hope it helps or inspires or at least makes your third toe itch. thanks.

sometimes looking back sucks.

January 7, 2019January 7, 2019 by David Koblentz ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

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10.20.2018

I finally, look upon the ashes of my labor

the totality, the all is but none

the time spent building, gone

the moment to realize with flame in vein, instead

I can not walk the path back

I can not remember all choirs of turns that lead to all, this

nothingness

I will rebuild, but something less

as this, has levied a toll

more than these words may address

notes… I am an optimist and realist both… so sometimes I need to reflect. I have made plenty of mistakes in my life, I hope to find happiness and also realize that the opportunities of youth are not there anymore, but yet there is hope, there is always hope, at least that is what I tell myself, I just hope that those I have wronged can forgive me, as I can not forgive myself. I try to believe that regret or the past does not matter. But the past is what is written, it is there, it is done, it can never not be… and that is what bothers me most. I know I can not change it… I can only change going forward, but it does not alleviate the past… and should it ?

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