Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
northern migration
in southern latitudes true
most do
but here
it's queer I think
that warm things stay
some come
and
go
Thule
another colder Roanoke
meadows in Newfoundland
choked stones
alone
lost
ships
teapots
minds
men
Inuit
again
or fleeing
war
start new lives
languages
sound
i will not die north
see dark hunter and crosses?
tell me
why i rise
when i flow warm?
most do
but here
it's queer I think
that warm things stay
some come
and
go
Thule
another colder Roanoke
meadows in Newfoundland
choked stones
alone
lost
ships
teapots
minds
men
Inuit
again
or fleeing
war
start new lives
languages
sound
i will not die north
see dark hunter and crosses?
tell me
why i rise
when i flow warm?
hand accident
taught mistakes of connection
in dark Denmark
there was cold rain
and bad air
bad to the bone
drove home the koan*
this hand
anger
fear
violence
from within
lacked compassion
forgave
and lit the flame
taught mistakes of connection
in dark Denmark
there was cold rain
and bad air
bad to the bone
drove home the koan*
this hand
anger
fear
violence
from within
lacked compassion
forgave
and lit the flame
* No Loving-Kindness
There was an old woman in China who had supported a monk for over twenty years.
She had built a little hut for him and fed him while he was meditating. Finally she
wondered just what progress he had made in all this time. To find out, she obtained
the help of a girl rich in desire. "Go and embrace him," she told her, "and then ask
him suddenly: 'What now?'" The girl called upon the monk and without much ado
caressed him, asking him what he was going to do about it. "An old tree grows on a
cold rock in winter," replied the monk somewhat poetically. "Nowhere is there any warmth."
The girl returned and related what he had said.
"To think I fed that fellow for twenty years!" exclaimed the old woman in anger.
"He showed no consideration for your needs, no disposition to explain your condition.
He need not have responded to passion, but at least he should have evidenced some
compassion."
She at once went to the hut of the monk and burned it down.
http://www.ashidakim.com/zenkoans/6noloving-kindness.html
Friday, December 16, 2011
korsgarde
thought of those funeral trees at night
and Guo Xi's black water
but even in the rain
maroon flowers
under the door
Skagen blue
Whistler too
out the window
this ghetto which is
barrio
not favela
not here
but always
over there
and Guo Xi's black water
but even in the rain
maroon flowers
under the door
Skagen blue
Whistler too
out the window
this ghetto which is
barrio
not favela
not here
but always
over there
Monday, November 28, 2011
i was just commenting
you make a lot of postscripts
something wrong with that?
just
commenting,
bullethead.
say,
make a poem
about
people
lining up
to register
as homosexuals
in Europe,
or
how Americans are
lazy and self-satisfied
not industrious
not lining up to
register
as anything.
it's not fair for them to be writing
registrations while
I
sit
here
with
nothing
to do.
just commenting.
something wrong with that?
just
commenting,
bullethead.
say,
make a poem
about
people
lining up
to register
as homosexuals
in Europe,
or
how Americans are
lazy and self-satisfied
not industrious
not lining up to
register
as anything.
it's not fair for them to be writing
registrations while
I
sit
here
with
nothing
to do.
just commenting.
last night of the holiday
maybe
read a long short story
started months ago
or
watch
a movie
if we can agree on one
what
are
you
going
to
do?
read a long short story
started months ago
or
watch
a movie
if we can agree on one
what
are
you
going
to
do?
Saturday, November 19, 2011
a sick man and a river
What can the river say
it's old
a "blue mist" river.
Before he dies,
no misery, says he
recall a river.
What he was has washed away -
soft down now where thicket grew -
His piss flows
clear jade green, a summer color
from warm clay pools round the groin
(where tall grass to wood stood), sways
now soft algal down in
late night sweats.
no regrets
rocking smooth
soothe fear
this man
was copper country
where skin and metal
met water once
in him
as rock
not smooth but tough
all quckened sex and bones and blood
true
his body now
bruises black into blue.
A flood
up north!
midwest
in his chest
a storm
he remembers lakes,
and his sister as true mother,
remembers
dark warm springs and ice,
other seas of excitement and exploration
of drifting remnants and edges
of stones and water
before this rift between his body and desire
still
you see his body soft now with drugs and cancer
there's a hole in his temple, an empty pond
he washes every night
still
he can hear the water of him in it
in pond and bone
cancer
as he's flowing downriver
as all do
when is the end?
each day's accumulation of down and slip
of other special flowing, piss and blood and bile
finally this smooth blue mile
will become him
and black and algal too
and then
for an hour
or a day
he will sluice
memories and a dream
to rise and fall
loose
forever
his moist body
into a river
it's old
a "blue mist" river.
Before he dies,
no misery, says he
recall a river.
What he was has washed away -
soft down now where thicket grew -
His piss flows
clear jade green, a summer color
from warm clay pools round the groin
(where tall grass to wood stood), sways
now soft algal down in
late night sweats.
no regrets
rocking smooth
soothe fear
this man
was copper country
where skin and metal
met water once
in him
as rock
not smooth but tough
all quckened sex and bones and blood
true
his body now
bruises black into blue.
A flood
up north!
midwest
in his chest
a storm
he remembers lakes,
and his sister as true mother,
remembers
dark warm springs and ice,
other seas of excitement and exploration
of drifting remnants and edges
of stones and water
before this rift between his body and desire
still
you see his body soft now with drugs and cancer
there's a hole in his temple, an empty pond
he washes every night
still
he can hear the water of him in it
in pond and bone
cancer
as he's flowing downriver
as all do
when is the end?
each day's accumulation of down and slip
of other special flowing, piss and blood and bile
finally this smooth blue mile
will become him
and black and algal too
and then
for an hour
or a day
he will sluice
memories and a dream
to rise and fall
loose
forever
his moist body
into a river
two constancies
as all
we must be more
I
he and she
olding together
make glass
in blue and yellow
lucky fellow, he
to have his she
II
our
marriage
in dischord
in friendship
tried
as I did
to love you
III
they meet us
and we them
us or them
are we less?
no
each in and through the other
opens
and makes possible
another
life
we must be more
I
he and she
olding together
make glass
in blue and yellow
lucky fellow, he
to have his she
II
our
marriage
in dischord
in friendship
tried
as I did
to love you
III
they meet us
and we them
us or them
are we less?
no
each in and through the other
opens
and makes possible
another
life
Sunday, November 13, 2011
mourning
less sun
the minutes lie
we try
to make numbers allies
no
allegiance
here shadow and slant
not reason
seasons
why mourn that
the minutes lie
we try
to make numbers allies
no
allegiance
here shadow and slant
not reason
seasons
why mourn that
Saturday, November 12, 2011
november river
saw
pawpaw
when a child
in old bark wood
zoned south of here
near
water
boxelder
currant
sugar-rich red
Guo Xi said
"autumn water blue and winter's black".
sumac
sassafras
chew the root in clear skies
watch bare bough bring
first snow
full moon
soon
black water
pawpaw
when a child
in old bark wood
zoned south of here
near
water
boxelder
currant
sugar-rich red
Guo Xi said
"autumn water blue and winter's black".
sumac
sassafras
chew the root in clear skies
watch bare bough bring
first snow
full moon
soon
black water
reading robert grenier
you look long and deeply at
what cannot be predicted
the owl
the beach
how many sunny days
remain connected
as you do
with
what is not you
in this translation
you consider
the
uncertainty -
thirteen?
even better
what cannot be predicted
the owl
the beach
how many sunny days
remain connected
as you do
with
what is not you
in this translation
you consider
the
uncertainty -
thirteen?
even better
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
brazilian
in this dream
i call you in nepal
from california.
in my dream california
shops
rise in tiers,
cedarwood shanties
tilting artfully.
artificial everywhere.
i call you
to stay my sanity
but
i had forgotten nepal
and your journey
through the monasteries.
i call
and drop the phone
pick up to hear
HELLO
and then
a soft reassurance
to someone beside you.
embarrassed,
i apologise and hang up.
the phone begins to blink.
a single lit word.
in blue.
"brazilian"
i call you in nepal
from california.
in my dream california
shops
rise in tiers,
cedarwood shanties
tilting artfully.
artificial everywhere.
i call you
to stay my sanity
but
i had forgotten nepal
and your journey
through the monasteries.
i call
and drop the phone
pick up to hear
HELLO
and then
a soft reassurance
to someone beside you.
embarrassed,
i apologise and hang up.
the phone begins to blink.
a single lit word.
in blue.
"brazilian"
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Bosporus
from the window I cannot see
you tell of the river running through the city
and here?
pixilated
a
square moon
reminds me of voices
and interesting books
of a rose colored spider's skin
red eyes
worms
a soft
white rabbit
tell me why
some are asleep while
others
are awake
under a square moon
a river
you tell of the river running through the city
and here?
pixilated
a
square moon
reminds me of voices
and interesting books
of a rose colored spider's skin
red eyes
worms
a soft
white rabbit
tell me why
some are asleep while
others
are awake
under a square moon
a river
Sunday, September 25, 2011
without painting
nothing makes sense without it
"holding this brush
against a stranger's wall
reminds me of who I am"
a painter
what does the keyboard think
of paint?
every week empties
strategy of all work these days
but you have another plan
to sit or stand before a river inside
and paint it
a painter
"holding this brush
against a stranger's wall
reminds me of who I am"
a painter
what does the keyboard think
of paint?
every week empties
strategy of all work these days
but you have another plan
to sit or stand before a river inside
and paint it
a painter
Saturday, September 24, 2011
week's end
at week's end
tired
sick
alert
how to classify
fear of speaking publicly
unengaged and sleeping
use of prohibited devices
home
phone
aware
how to integrate
nephew's infected leg
a husband's two-faced heart
the rise and ebb of vanity
at week's end
tired
sick
alert
how to classify
fear of speaking publicly
unengaged and sleeping
use of prohibited devices
home
phone
aware
how to integrate
nephew's infected leg
a husband's two-faced heart
the rise and ebb of vanity
at week's end
Sunday, September 18, 2011
pictures from Canada
it's a
limp
magical
relic
next to
narrative
mountain water in the corner
by the long green view
out above the
chest
best left empty
one
flooded trees
continents awash
watching lights
ascend
sink
blink
two
the torso
of a young man
without genitals
three
he
is
raven haired
same-lipped
youth
eyes
see
me
and there behind you
the wooden
tabernacle
that
toothed
fired and
thawed
feeds you forward
limp
magical
relic
next to
narrative
mountain water in the corner
by the long green view
out above the
chest
best left empty
one
flooded trees
continents awash
watching lights
ascend
sink
blink
two
the torso
of a young man
without genitals
three
he
is
raven haired
same-lipped
youth
eyes
see
me
and there behind you
the wooden
tabernacle
that
toothed
fired and
thawed
feeds you forward
Samuel Johnson
"That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner."
- Johnson: Letter to Sir Joshua Reynolds
born this day in 1709
said to be the last
great autodidact
lexicographer
word stalker
author
his definitions delightful
his table manners atrocious
no oranges in the trees for him
but bleak Highland oats
and thistled wit
he regretted his mistakes
bravely continued to make them
humbled not cowed
spoke too much aloud
married
him young to her
found compulsive sound
years later
old wife's death
his tongue undone
love
whittled him
shaved down to widower
and stroke
he
left life
cold
old man
wished he'd remembered
sooner
- Johnson: Letter to Sir Joshua Reynolds
born this day in 1709
said to be the last
great autodidact
lexicographer
word stalker
author
his definitions delightful
his table manners atrocious
no oranges in the trees for him
but bleak Highland oats
and thistled wit
he regretted his mistakes
bravely continued to make them
humbled not cowed
spoke too much aloud
married
him young to her
found compulsive sound
years later
old wife's death
his tongue undone
love
whittled him
shaved down to widower
and stroke
he
left life
cold
old man
wished he'd remembered
sooner
Saturday, September 17, 2011
everyone wishes
everyone wishes
for happiness
love
a good job
a smart child
chocolate
graceful aging
swift end
a mourned passing
remembrance
remembrance
some thread of
legacy
a few decades
of flowers graveside
a saved photo
an inherited eye color
or nose slope
but not
the anger or flawed
profession
the savage remark
the slap
everyone wishes
for the thing which enobles
hides
excludes
the raw excursion
that it really is
this
this
this is
this is not what
everyone wishes
for happiness
love
a good job
a smart child
chocolate
graceful aging
swift end
a mourned passing
remembrance
remembrance
some thread of
legacy
a few decades
of flowers graveside
a saved photo
an inherited eye color
or nose slope
but not
the anger or flawed
profession
the savage remark
the slap
everyone wishes
for the thing which enobles
hides
excludes
the raw excursion
that it really is
this
this
this is
this is not what
everyone wishes
espero un poco
mi felicitad
dependamente
¿que?
¿que?
¿Cuando es?
Mio Dio
Mi Viva
mi
mi
alma profundo
llorando
llorando
llorando
dependamente
¿que?
¿que?
¿Cuando es?
Mio Dio
Mi Viva
mi
mi
alma profundo
llorando
llorando
llorando
Monday, September 12, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
picture this
dusky thank you in Inupiak
light in Irish
cornea Dansk
soul in Spanish
Mandarin sour or Muslim
Korean sweet teacher
cold lion Arabic
or bear?
Korean bear man
a tree a bough a breeze
movement trips a switch
lights up
language
landscape
painted participle
the name for
how many
where I am
where you are
picture
this
light in Irish
cornea Dansk
soul in Spanish
Mandarin sour or Muslim
Korean sweet teacher
cold lion Arabic
or bear?
Korean bear man
a tree a bough a breeze
movement trips a switch
lights up
language
landscape
painted participle
the name for
how many
where I am
where you are
picture
this
not enough
time to paint
paint enough
money to travel
travel enough
energy to exercise
energy enough
never is not is
enough
no to yourself
yourself enough
what stops them
themselves
they are not enough
if it's not deep enough
dig deep enough
not as if
time money energy
never is
as never does
and
never is
not enough
is not
enough
enough.
paint enough
money to travel
travel enough
energy to exercise
energy enough
never is not is
enough
no to yourself
yourself enough
what stops them
themselves
they are not enough
if it's not deep enough
dig deep enough
not as if
time money energy
never is
as never does
and
never is
not enough
is not
enough
enough.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
walk
first
wind
furled grey
last green
sky
sky
blue
cloud white
cloud grey
pink light
two hours sleep
it all falls down
to this
sunblind dusk
black leaves
halflit moon
cool skies indigo
glow
know
less
endless less
walk
home
wind
furled grey
last green
sky
sky
blue
cloud white
cloud grey
pink light
two hours sleep
it all falls down
to this
sunblind dusk
black leaves
halflit moon
cool skies indigo
glow
know
less
endless less
walk
home
Sunday, September 4, 2011
time management
if it is
then
will
it be
see
how
one follows
still
one
one
zed
led
in
in
without
stopping
release
that you
into the work
again
live
live
in
and
breathing
breathing
stake your
awakening
upon it.
then
will
it be
see
how
one follows
still
one
one
zed
led
in
in
without
stopping
release
that you
into the work
again
live
live
in
and
breathing
breathing
stake your
awakening
upon it.
braird
braird
bairn
both
sprouting
from
pursed lips
above
ground
round
appear
to me,
childless,
promising
bairn
both
sprouting
from
pursed lips
above
ground
round
appear
to me,
childless,
promising
66 degrees
autumn moon
first quarter
my own misdirection
(memory)
does more harm
than
a sudden drop in temperature
(prescience)
first quarter
my own misdirection
(memory)
does more harm
than
a sudden drop in temperature
(prescience)
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Eid
darkening garden skies
moon too soon
an error
of
eyelight
enlighten
abstain
purify
fast
feast
too fast
give
moon too soon
an error
of
eyelight
enlighten
abstain
purify
fast
feast
too fast
give
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
askant
mistakes!
seek
weather (changeable)
certainty
prediction
eludes
and so
grammer
falters
longed-for
song?
no.
only
unstrung
one final
lute
mute
seek
weather (changeable)
certainty
prediction
eludes
and so
grammer
falters
longed-for
song?
no.
only
unstrung
one final
lute
mute
Monday, August 29, 2011
Eid
"hunger is the supreme disease"
- Bhikku
lunar days, sunlit, of it
end
6 degrees 14
within
replaced
without
without
without
faith
nothing
- Bhikku
lunar days, sunlit, of it
end
6 degrees 14
within
replaced
without
without
without
faith
nothing
old white ears
found your skull
lifted from the spine
gently tabled
among first wormwood and melissa
lost
it
slipped
rain by rain
into earth
lifted from the spine
gently tabled
among first wormwood and melissa
lost
it
slipped
rain by rain
into earth
ice water
don't drink ice water
it kills
thought
in women
eat
heat
on
hot days
drink tepid
or
loose a lip blister
sip chips
of water?
forfeit
fine hands
in old age
it kills
thought
in women
eat
heat
on
hot days
drink tepid
or
loose a lip blister
sip chips
of water?
forfeit
fine hands
in old age
broomstick
in a marriage of impositions
a temporary suppression
surmounted
jumped
over
here
alight!
reverberate!
sweep
all
before
you
Sunday, August 28, 2011
nonlinear
what forms in consciousness
remains
or
dissipates
indeterminately
indiscriminately
yet
met
with
resolute
requisite
a w a r e n e s s
remains
or
dissipates
indeterminately
indiscriminately
yet
met
with
resolute
requisite
a w a r e n e s s
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
hospitality
thank you
little lizard
last night
you blinked
inquiry
resumed occupations
housekeeper
sentry
hunter
host
your house!
little lizard
last night
you blinked
inquiry
resumed occupations
housekeeper
sentry
hunter
host
your house!
building mother tongue
textual interactivity
that is
hesitation
pauses
repetition
sound
channelled
reborn
into
or for
this mother tongue
seeks spare
but
remembers
um
hmmmm
tch..tch..tch...
which are
bones
numbers
stars
that is
hesitation
pauses
repetition
sound
channelled
reborn
into
or for
this mother tongue
seeks spare
but
remembers
um
hmmmm
tch..tch..tch...
which are
bones
numbers
stars
call
his cancer underground, patient
above
nasturtiums
roses
and children
(whose are they?)
in this white sky
reflected in the pool
mullah
calls 108 prayers
made of earth
above
nasturtiums
roses
and children
(whose are they?)
in this white sky
reflected in the pool
mullah
calls 108 prayers
made of earth
teaching me to dance
my feet on your feet
once forward, once back,
hop
slide
two
you said
"Little frog, I am your piano - keys sing!"
so much sung
in one step
once forward, once back,
hop
slide
two
you said
"Little frog, I am your piano - keys sing!"
so much sung
in one step
Saturday, July 2, 2011
the sparrow's mouth
water
the gulf between
hot
is
white marine, white
in this hand sand
in this hand wind
open dhow
empty afternoon
the gulf between
hot
is
white marine, white
in this hand sand
in this hand wind
open dhow
empty afternoon
Monday, June 27, 2011
both
inside
ambidextrous children
river running through
left handed finds left handed
across borders and continents
favors waning moon and
outer pools, unknown
dyslexia
strains her
pure liquid
of another kind
ambidextrous children
river running through
left handed finds left handed
across borders and continents
favors waning moon and
outer pools, unknown
dyslexia
strains her
pure liquid
of another kind
Saturday, June 18, 2011
one week
one week
link
between
rain
abdullah's eyes
full of rain
beautiful he said
look
green
between
glass and sea
one week
link
see
heat
beautiful?
link
between
rain
abdullah's eyes
full of rain
beautiful he said
look
green
between
glass and sea
one week
link
see
heat
beautiful?
3:31 a.m.
That persistent
first
every new dark day hears it
and I
alone
sleep near
but not
nearly
inviting
as
this
song
one bird
two
one gull
flew
and
small choral
refrain
and I
reply
first
every new dark day hears it
and I
alone
sleep near
but not
nearly
inviting
as
this
song
one bird
two
one gull
flew
and
small choral
refrain
and I
reply
Monday, June 13, 2011
cold june (Revised September 30 2023)
the weather
has not improved
hostas
planted six today
in the black earth
water dark
and skies, skies wide
and rain, rain blurred
water
and a wind
which
does not surrender
cold, cold
is this lily before rose?
is this late or without?
within
within
a slow unfold
nasturtium
magenta-veined
remains
blue-lipped
hopeful
Monday, May 23, 2011
directions
1
In Kalipha Street
look for landmarks
or the
Gulf
between us
the color of water
2
In Greek
shadow tail
your bones
among the hosta
and galium
curved spine
ribcage as slender as a web thread
femur in fetal forever
your small long skull facing north
your children pushed you out
I remember your ears
your eyes slowly
rising
up
3
river
that is, moving
first pear white
then plum pink
a traveling fugue
In Kalipha Street
look for landmarks
or the
Gulf
between us
the color of water
2
In Greek
shadow tail
your bones
among the hosta
and galium
curved spine
ribcage as slender as a web thread
femur in fetal forever
your small long skull facing north
your children pushed you out
I remember your ears
your eyes slowly
rising
up
3
river
that is, moving
first pear white
then plum pink
a traveling fugue
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
flood
water
walks
with
the explorer
the mapmaker
within
the mind
an inundation
sudden environmental flux
it's the catastrophe of consciousness
being in the world is
incomprehensibly
destructively
regenerative
so after the flood
come apparitions
history
thought
substance
that were tenable
now deluged, drift
submerged
amphibious
fluvial shadows
of former clarity.
walks
with
the explorer
the mapmaker
within
the mind
an inundation
sudden environmental flux
it's the catastrophe of consciousness
being in the world is
incomprehensibly
destructively
regenerative
so after the flood
come apparitions
history
thought
substance
that were tenable
now deluged, drift
submerged
amphibious
fluvial shadows
of former clarity.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
river
mok-tak
it's 4:30 am
cold spring
flood warning
20, an invisible either, 28
8 evenly so, lost, undammed, sluiced
10 evenly so, found copper, algal pellet
piel y cosas
10 8 (Jogye Chogye) refuge
stretched, stretched out along the earthern face
10 8 even evidently brought sought here
in recent decades
tangled in suffering exhausted
mok-tak
wake up!
dolomite dolorosa
piel y agua
700 to 1200 AD
that is
mounds of earthairwater
that is
tantric flowering
color
sound
visualized deities
mantras
feasting
this body
this life
feminine
fluid
facing downstream
mesic edged
fulgent
mok-tak
Immeasurable life!
we call you 10 times
and 10 times again
narrow channelled
cooler water
kingfisher blue
rose-stippled clarity
current
croaking
blackbird spillage
home
Mok-tak
remain with us always
repeat
cleanse reminder
of what runs through runs within
and remains
the same
and returns
fluvia
cloud
melt
spit
slip
float
free
it's 4:30 am
cold spring
flood warning
20, an invisible either, 28
8 evenly so, lost, undammed, sluiced
10 evenly so, found copper, algal pellet
piel y cosas
10 8 (Jogye Chogye) refuge
stretched, stretched out along the earthern face
10 8 even evidently brought sought here
in recent decades
tangled in suffering exhausted
mok-tak
wake up!
dolomite dolorosa
piel y agua
700 to 1200 AD
that is
mounds of earthairwater
that is
tantric flowering
color
sound
visualized deities
mantras
feasting
this body
this life
feminine
fluid
facing downstream
mesic edged
fulgent
mok-tak
Immeasurable life!
we call you 10 times
and 10 times again
narrow channelled
cooler water
kingfisher blue
rose-stippled clarity
current
croaking
blackbird spillage
home
Mok-tak
remain with us always
repeat
cleanse reminder
of what runs through runs within
and remains
the same
and returns
fluvia
cloud
melt
spit
slip
float
free
Monday, May 9, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Lights in the Distance
Book One
1
Guarantee
The movement in this has been subjected to exhaustive tests and
is guaranteed original.
Valid only if purchased from author.
2
It is essential that the owner’s personal daily activities
assure the best timekeeping. After you have yourself a decade, take
necessary timing adjustments. Then observe yourself carefully for the
next decades and readjust your tempo of life. You thus
become an indispensable part of life, a
friend to treasure over the years.
3
Why you can be proud of you
We all like to feel proud of our personal possessions. You can be very proud of you. You quite naturally wish to know why.
Your Wit was made and is guaranteed by the world maker to be of the highest
character. Of course there are qualities which make (copyright 1957) you, you.
4
An accurate timekeeper depends primarily on quality, which is built into movement.
Examining movement, note a hundred and one superiorities of construction. Timekeeping is not due to a special feature here and another there but to the care and detail extended to each and every last detail of movement.
We might mention you
5
today - beautiful,
strong, and made fit by movement.
But of course what will most please and impress you is
accuracy, dependability.
Given proper care you will last you, to your
pride and satisfaction, for many, many years.
6
Why proper adjustment may be necessary.
When you actually become a part of your body - moving as you move. flying as it were, with every motion of your arm,
it becomes necessary to change the standard timing to conform to your habits. So, observe your performance. Take yourself in
7
for adjustment. Remember that your wishes run perfectly if you return several times for adjustment.
8
Do You Want Good Service? Then Take Care Of You.
Any delicate mechanism is true. If it were not true you could not keep time. Some blame
when only they themselves are at fault. You, of course, are not among such
careless and unworthy owners, and will welcome a few suggestions that will help you.
9
Do not drop you.
You can’t drop you without the chance of doing damage
Do get wet.
Submerge yourself often in water, perspire freely, but remember not to rust.
If broken, cracked, or even chipped, replace at once.
These conditions should not be ignored.
These conditions should not be ignored.
10
Never open a tiny speck of dust.
Do not wear a drawer or bag with face powder.
Watch yourself, observe and acquire moments of introspection fully and regularly, preferably in the morning at the same hour.
These few basic rules are simple and universal.
11
Why you must be cleaned.
You know what would happen if you didn’t change the oil in your car at regular intervals.
Now being a small and delicate mechanism you are just as important
as that small body of time,
the minute.
12
Avoid risk at least once a year.
Protect you.
13
Be Sure Of You.
If your needs need replacing use only genuine parts.
Finally,
enjoy the you that, given proper service and reasonable care, will give you years of service!
Lights in the Distance
Book Two
(to be read right to left or left to right, up or down, forward or back)
1 37
a story yet to be
2 36
written and done or still
3 35
there is a star in us all
4 34
waiting for an eye to see it
5 33
watch how you gaze
6 32
don’t fear silence or spills
7 31
don’t fear what is here
8 30
don’t wish for all the tea in China
9 29
drink your fill of clean water
10 28
lost in words - in loss
11 27
we recover our senses in this life
12 26
There is no reason to expect what isn’t
or what is going to happen
13 25
is there?
14 24
light is so many darks
is
infinite
is, is
15 23
there is no formula for happiness
16 22
carve out a niche
a channel
a cove
17 21
illum...
an unintellig...
wor...
is
18 20
light came from the horizon I knew
19 19
the direction was up
20 18
eyes dim as the illness progresses
21 17
death is not an illness
22 16
terminus
that mysterious illuminata that
23 15
survivor of myth
24 14
my daughter my son
and their children’s children
have eyes
25 13
what will they see?
26 12
thirty-four generations ago
you placed a mirror
27 11
in my grave
and it’s still there
28 10
shooting stars
showers
twenty-eight celestial combinations
showers
twenty-eight celestial combinations
29 9
even the first lens was lit here by
30 8
distance?
which is
forward
forward
backward
an illusion
31 7
evolving around a sun
32 6
in the distance?
surely you see
33 5
lights aren't clocks
but age
34 4
age ago
and again
and afterward
often all at once
35 3
you
too
you too!
36 2
read
forward
backward
up and down
37 1
follow the heavens
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
world
ghost of chickadee
in tree
dead squirrel's tail
a thin line of bone
stones
found in ground
a tiger's eye or
clay ear of wolf
here
cold
an old
river
trout
among corn rows
this
month's
north reality
birch trees under water
are
broken
old uncles
their souls
teach us
suffering and grace
see?
we alone will never be enough
for this world
in tree
dead squirrel's tail
a thin line of bone
stones
found in ground
a tiger's eye or
clay ear of wolf
here
cold
an old
river
trout
among corn rows
this
month's
north reality
birch trees under water
are
broken
old uncles
their souls
teach us
suffering and grace
see?
we alone will never be enough
for this world
Monday, May 2, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
wet souls
Inert words,
golden light,
fire
leaves black, white.
This morning near me matters.
We are forever an occupied building,
roofless, raining indoors.
From above, a skirt in rags falls
with impossible
slowness.
It could be mine.
But is it?
Where is the proof in this
damp glistening
that I exist?
golden light,
fire
leaves black, white.
This morning near me matters.
We are forever an occupied building,
roofless, raining indoors.
From above, a skirt in rags falls
with impossible
slowness.
It could be mine.
But is it?
Where is the proof in this
damp glistening
that I exist?
painting
chronicling poetic sequence
involves water
to understand life in an image
we may
follow the water
to
experience life in the image
we must
follow the water
involves water
to understand life in an image
we may
follow the water
to
experience life in the image
we must
follow the water
Friday, April 22, 2011
Around 9.000 souls here,
close to the lake.
Small cities give the illusion
of shut grey
but they are remarkable tenements
density disguised by lawn containment
and wide streets.
It may be possible here to hide time,
or interrupt the death of a dog.
It may be possible here to
believe
ignore
dream
wait
safely.
Closed.
Clustered invisibility.
saint francis
Saint Francis is
modest,
low-storied, quiet.
Yesterday
Tony and I went to Dreschkas,
a dimly lit department store,
half asleep
and open erratically.
We parked and as we walked
in the furious hail and rain,
so cold for April,
a small ginger terrier ran past us into the street and was nearly hit.
Calling she came to me,
scooped her into my arms,
(she shivered so)
took her to the "Paws" groomer.
A large tattooed blonde
expertly gauged her puppy age
cooed and fed her a treat.
Mrs. Dreschka thanked us
for caring for the dog as she closed the store
("come another time")
because of the awful weather.
Later a heavy young woman
stunned by cold or heart or drugs
claimed our castaway
took her home
under an arm
one slow shuffling step after another.
(last I saw
her ginger tail
fiercely
hopefully
wagging)
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
las cosas
ries y llora
una broma
griterio
y tambien
un silencio enorme
esta mano
bajo poesia
en amor
con
una sonrisa mysteriosa
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