Monday, April 15, 2013

prediction

todays high
61
61!
better
than sun

my netsuke


ideally
1
one of Eileen Myles
hunched over a barren
Icelandic blueberry bush,
she waterlogged, impatient

2
the keel and ribs of a sunken ship off Norway

3
a northern Stone Age dugout canoe

4
and an ancient Kuwaiti reed boat

5
I'd carefully place the one of a woman trying to put in her contacts in my hand
feel the rightness of her fight with lenses

6
this one is a periwinkle unsure of its gender

7
and this a sea worm with a hole used as mouth and anus

8
here's a starving seal pup

9
and burly armed man holding his dead daughter

10
Kim Jong-un with that ridiculous haircut in lotus position, pouting

11
I'd like one of a pawpaw ripe and split

12
and another of staghorn sumac

13
a rattler sleeping under oak leaves

14
and a muskelunge encircled by a stream of alewives

15
I'd like one of deer teeth and field stones

16
of a fossil trilobite and a mealy bug

17
I'd like one of Jonathan Winters doing anything

18
and my father's dead hands holding a pine sprig
as he was when we buried him all those years ago

19
carved in quince, 2 wrestling
Danish children in snowsuits

20
a Korean mudong in an ajama pantsuit
and horsehair hat balanced on her knives

21
a Salvadorean curandera blowing out
evil spittle

22
a Sicilian stregheria curing a child's worms

23
did I mention a deer mouse with a kernel of corn?

24
an otter in kelp?

25
a flying fox with its wing around a tiny brown bat
who has the sniffles?

26
I want an ivory of a one-breasted cancer survivor
topless and defiant, beautiful

27
and another  ivory of my my husband"s
hairless body, strong and cancered, in truce

28
i'd like one of my cat Simon
turning round to look at me as he died

29
and one of tsunami detritus

30
a shelled Syrian apartment building

31
an Inuit snowmobile sinking into melting permafrost

and

32
an old paperback without a cover

33
a child with an iPhone

34
a chihuahua in a coat chasing its tail

35
Curious George
with President George
which one as yet undecided














Thursday, April 11, 2013

waxwings, again

there
feasting
in the pin cherry
your tribe

delights me.

black light

   When the subtle black light reflects things, it seems as if both that 
which reflects and that which is reflected really exist. Just as the eye
cannot see itself, and also as yin and yang act on things, it seems as 
if both that which knows and that which is known exist separately.
But there is no mind that can know--no thing that can do the knowing--
hence the mind that knows cannot know itself.

                      - III, The Ceasing of Notions, early zen text from the Dunhuang caves,
trans. Soko Morinaga

    "The term 'black light' is used to indicate the light of truth......the
light that reflects all things in their suchness, as they are...as that it
is the wisdom of wonderful awareeness, free of all the delusions of
an individual, unchanging self."

                  - III, textual comment by Soko Morinaga Roshi


laser accretion disks being sucked into black holes measurable for the first time 2011
Hubble Space Telescope

numbers revisited

" Yanagi Sōetsu......had evolved a theory of why some objects - pots, baskets, cloth made by unknown craftsmen - were so beautiful, ...they expressed unconscious beauty because they were made in such numbers that the craftsman had been liberated from his ego."

prologue, The Hare With the Amber Eyes, Edmund DeWaal

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

number

grammar books
were read to death
guides never numb or weary
of the same incessant questions

produced in huge numbers
things
give up ego
for
otherness
a detachment we give them
most difficult to give
ourselves



chosen one

While delivering mail in the high desert,
as she's done for 20 odd years,

this particular cat
won't stop talking to her.

Under its paw,
a tiny fellow,
scared still.

In her hand
the rabbit
perplexes.

What to do,
what to do,
with you?

There's a man waiting
in the driveway sun
clocking his mail
precise, to the minute.

Now in his hand he holds this small
what to do, what to do with,
life.

Why me? he asks.

Because, she says, you are the chosen one.

As she turns
he  dips one lean finger in the now stuttering fur
and soothes,
"it's all right.
it's all right, baby."