Saturday, July 19, 2008

poof!

quote:
In secret we met
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

Lord Byron
in truth, we laugh internally --
corn popping, water boiling, lava rising --
our outside is composed of reflections upon reflections
a great pond underneath white clouds, underneath the atmosphere,
underneath an always night sky, in a distant galaxy,
what we see we compose, edit and repeat
life imitates art, imitates life, until every so often
a small discreet reflection, misfires, breaks the fourth wall,
and we discover anew what to reflect, to hold close, internally.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

lethargic sunspot calculus

quote:
There is the past and its continuing horrors: violence, war, prejudices against those who are different, outrageous monopolization of the good earth's wealth by a few, political power in the hands of liars and murderers, the building of prisons instead of schools, the poisoning of the press and the entire culture by money. It is easy to become discouraged observing this, especially since this is what the press and television insist that we look at, and nothing more. But there is also the bubbling of change under the surface of obedience: the growing revulsion against endless wars, the insistence of women all over the world that they will no longer tolerate abuse and subordination...
Howard Zinn
a seed grows underground towards heat like feeble hands reaching towards sun's rays, mother's milk, from heart most fallow, genesis imploded, fertilized with dung, tears, sweat, escaped green hairs berthed from black night earth, through chiseled fist, secret whispers from mother, thicker graduation, reaching towards sun, life, displaced, evolution defenestrated, hydrogen and carbon chains weaving intricate threads, neck peeks between devastated bricks of civilization, taut proteins, pride, anger!, pride, humbling wind, reaching towards excitement swelling in throat, nervous, pleasure, toe caffeine-tapping, full orchestra sawing meticulously on life's strings, a bud forms lips to kiss, lips formed millennia ago deep in muddy river bottoms, deep in the seed of earth, lips of soot, of strife, of lost generations, of communal holy presence, of water, of blood, of sun, of dirt, raises its flag and salutes its god.