Sunday, December 30, 2012
a country
what you call yourselves
the many of you
changes with millenia
as language rises and falls
what you call
the sound of it
once clear
becomes
a bird's note
unintelligible
(perhaps beautiful)
the word for yourselves
is the my
in country
land is
without you
namelessly
indelible
important to itself
the many of you
changes with millenia
as language rises and falls
what you call
the sound of it
once clear
becomes
a bird's note
unintelligible
(perhaps beautiful)
the word for yourselves
is the my
in country
land is
without you
namelessly
indelible
important to itself
love
I
would die
rather
than let this
hit word leave my
hard mouth.
I would crawl up stairs
gasping
for air
to breathe
forgiveness.
I pray
108 times twice.
I repay
an old debt
with interest.
Fear and anger -
I have
tidal surges.
I tithe
to you
3000
prostrations.
I tithe to you
all that is left
of love.
would die
rather
than let this
hit word leave my
hard mouth.
I would crawl up stairs
gasping
for air
to breathe
forgiveness.
I pray
108 times twice.
I repay
an old debt
with interest.
Fear and anger -
I have
tidal surges.
I tithe
to you
3000
prostrations.
I tithe to you
all that is left
of love.
glass bones
The bog ate the milkiness -
transparency an afterward
Bog bodies,
peat icicles
Glass bones-
I think for days now
on those slender
flutes,
playing underfoot.
transparency an afterward
Bog bodies,
peat icicles
Glass bones-
I think for days now
on those slender
flutes,
playing underfoot.
Thursday, December 27, 2012
27.12.12
Son returns from China
kisses you warm
on Christmas eve
you die
slipping on ice
warning -
you'll fall!
"9 weeks ago",
grieves granddaughter,
"I had 4. Now 2 !"
after
after this
she saw the doctor
he wrote (large, emphatically)
C O N T A G I O U S !
after that
she thawed a lie
trying to lose it
a p o l o g i s e d
(awkwardly, insincerely)
after all
she said
even Hitler had something -
all of us do.
she saw the doctor
he wrote (large, emphatically)
C O N T A G I O U S !
after that
she thawed a lie
trying to lose it
a p o l o g i s e d
(awkwardly, insincerely)
after all
she said
even Hitler had something -
all of us do.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
christmas
moon waxing gibbous
-6 C
on this holy day
find yourself an elephant
or
find yourself
alone
-6 C
on this holy day
find yourself an elephant
or
find yourself
alone
Saturday, December 22, 2012
lucid dream 1
children
fear
again and again
changes
us
as we
them
changes
everything
this dream
one fear after another -
one
one
one.
fear
again and again
changes
us
as we
them
changes
everything
this dream
one fear after another -
one
one
one.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
snow ll
second grey day
yellow, orange
trucks
building the bridge
white sky
dry streets
workers
ready
to know
when
to stop
to start
yellow, orange
trucks
building the bridge
white sky
dry streets
workers
ready
to know
when
to stop
to start
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
first snow
triangulum mid sky
orion rising
there
jupiter in taurus
uranus among
whales and fishes
billions blink
among
several sandy inches of snow
orion rising
there
jupiter in taurus
uranus among
whales and fishes
billions blink
blowing
drifting
among
several sandy inches of snow
Sunday, December 16, 2012
some things
dream book (lucid)
black water (beauty)
slippers
seon (staying here now)
lunch
walk
clean brushes
clean spirit
black water (beauty)
slippers
seon (staying here now)
lunch
walk
clean brushes
clean spirit
pain 2
So
some thing untouchable
lifts every voice
when you look at it
a lost child is a firefly
lights up the struggle
to be in this
beautiful world
it's not a pain that sits still
it dances and sings and plays
around your heart
you sit still
and breathe
and see it
follow its dragon
as it rides the sky
and rains upon us
everything
everything
Bandi fireflies
green glow love
winter dragon's white flame wings
everything
everything
some thing untouchable
lifts every voice
when you look at it
a lost child is a firefly
lights up the struggle
to be in this
beautiful world
it's not a pain that sits still
it dances and sings and plays
around your heart
you sit still
and breathe
and see it
follow its dragon
as it rides the sky
and rains upon us
everything
everything
Bandi fireflies
green glow love
winter dragon's white flame wings
everything
everything
Friday, December 14, 2012
pain
didn't believe
but true
20 children killed
and teachers too
the matricide
suicide
maybe more horror
this evening
enough
for streets of parents
husbands
wives
lovers
it's her birthday tonight
with a cake
it's enough to be silent
pray joy
pray joy
when they are ready
but true
20 children killed
and teachers too
the matricide
suicide
maybe more horror
this evening
enough
for streets of parents
husbands
wives
lovers
it's her birthday tonight
with a cake
it's enough to be silent
pray joy
pray joy
when they are ready
if
if
i examine my practice
i like small thing-ness
copper leafed boxes of wood and water
flint cast-offs and toy castaways
in what my parents called good materials
plant cloth, metal, and glass,
fine dried wood, stone and earth
i like retrieving
memories
that are not memories
but present states
which is
i think
my job
if
i have eyes
i examine them
clean up
sweep the floors of my house
so i can see in all directions
i like small soul gestures
a mudra, a syllable of god -
the repetition of a kyrie
or faded midrash
a bead
masbaha or subha(99)
mala (108)
rosary (54, 150)
or
komboloi (33)
if i make
39 metal pools for a teaspoon of black water
a 110 metal beaded mala
as clumsy and heavy
as beautiful broken and drilled stones
i make thing-ness that expands me
one cm at a time
i examine my practice
i like small thing-ness
copper leafed boxes of wood and water
flint cast-offs and toy castaways
in what my parents called good materials
plant cloth, metal, and glass,
fine dried wood, stone and earth
i like retrieving
memories
that are not memories
but present states
which is
i think
my job
if
i have eyes
i examine them
clean up
sweep the floors of my house
so i can see in all directions
i like small soul gestures
a mudra, a syllable of god -
the repetition of a kyrie
or faded midrash
a bead
masbaha or subha(99)
mala (108)
rosary (54, 150)
or
komboloi (33)
if i make
39 metal pools for a teaspoon of black water
a 110 metal beaded mala
as clumsy and heavy
as beautiful broken and drilled stones
i make thing-ness that expands me
one cm at a time
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Lux, lucia lungta - december 13
braving darkness
buried at noon today
your lungtas, lucia
to rise
like cloud mountains
dancing in the sky
on
Easter's day
buried at noon today
your lungtas, lucia
to rise
like cloud mountains
dancing in the sky
on
Easter's day
happy birthday steve buscemi
(among others)
heinrich heine
mary todd lincoln
under this new moon no blues,
think of the champ, archie moore
to whom my brother in law, long ago,
introduced his then small children
you're somebody's hero, too, steve buscemi
happy birthday steve
play a little rimsky korsakov
hum the strums of carlos montoya
read steve
this poem's pick kenneth patchen
live it up
an artist needs art
like he needs his heart
aymeric and nicholas of belgium are 7
7 and 13 - 2 for 2 primes - princes too!
that's pretty fine, steve
prime time
it's that kind of year
believe steve
things are looking up ben bernacke's birthday too
he's no fool
went to school
i wish you a green and fruitful day
green and great as Haida Gwai
in an Emily Carr canvas
both green wishes, steve, for growth
so
know
because you are
all of this
i wish
you
steve buscemi
you
happy birthday
heinrich heine
mary todd lincoln
under this new moon no blues,
think of the champ, archie moore
to whom my brother in law, long ago,
introduced his then small children
you're somebody's hero, too, steve buscemi
happy birthday steve
play a little rimsky korsakov
hum the strums of carlos montoya
read steve
this poem's pick kenneth patchen
live it up
an artist needs art
like he needs his heart
aymeric and nicholas of belgium are 7
7 and 13 - 2 for 2 primes - princes too!
that's pretty fine, steve
prime time
it's that kind of year
believe steve
things are looking up ben bernacke's birthday too
he's no fool
went to school
i wish you a green and fruitful day
green and great as Haida Gwai
in an Emily Carr canvas
both green wishes, steve, for growth
so
know
because you are
all of this
i wish
you
steve buscemi
you
happy birthday
bus mudras*
the holy everyday
if you look
crooked glasses and teeth
soft and musty like a bruised plum
repeating your plea
i am hungry
i am hungry
your florescent vest
if i'd looked
tells
disabled
but i have something
to think about, Song Chol
fool
who's the fool?
you gave her a handful of chips
which she happily chomped
isn't that why we're here?
you smiling Christmas
as the older gentleman
did as he got off
and i blessed you then
for waking me up to
the what is this
for what it is
* dedicated to all passengers, especially to the midday northbound 67 bus - 20 ksepana mudra 29 vajra mudra 42 atmanjali mudra
if you look
crooked glasses and teeth
soft and musty like a bruised plum
repeating your plea
i am hungry
i am hungry
your florescent vest
if i'd looked
tells
disabled
but i have something
to think about, Song Chol
fool
who's the fool?
you gave her a handful of chips
which she happily chomped
isn't that why we're here?
you smiling Christmas
as the older gentleman
did as he got off
and i blessed you then
for waking me up to
the what is this
for what it is
* dedicated to all passengers, especially to the midday northbound 67 bus - 20 ksepana mudra 29 vajra mudra 42 atmanjali mudra
shroud
Sturdy
unbleached
muslin
placed in the earth
during Advent
over-wintered
Easter
spring
resurrection.
washed and hung
lungta
dream
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12 12 12
is 9
is 108
is
is
a hot spring hidden in blue clay
is the realisation of being
loved
cared for
free
is number numerable
is
is
now
is 108
is
is
a hot spring hidden in blue clay
is the realisation of being
loved
cared for
free
is number numerable
is
is
now
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
walk
through
through
through
walk through
the integration of
movement
feeling
thought
clear clean spaces
your life
everyday your life
walk through it
through
through
walk through
the integration of
movement
feeling
thought
clear clean spaces
your life
everyday your life
walk through it
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 9, 2012
lovelife
Dirty old water -
he called you that.
But I admire you,
desire you.
I choose you,
oh river
in the rain,
at 36 degrees,
to grow old and grey with.
he called you that.
But I admire you,
desire you.
I choose you,
oh river
in the rain,
at 36 degrees,
to grow old and grey with.
celestial positions
ordinal values
14th Baktun begins
the 1st Canon
and its companion retrograde
the beautiful 13th
triplex
the 14th
16th notes, 6 times
the final soggetto
cryptogrammic loveliness
muse mathematics
embracing starry notes and heavenly calculations
that
in truth
are the mind's time
the poetics of our
passage
here.
listening to stars and streams
http://oregonbachfestival.com/digitalbach/goldberg/
"Discovery of BWV 1087
In 1974 a published copy of the Goldberg Variations, first owned by Bach himself, was discovered in private possession in France. Accompanying the manuscript, in Bach's hand, there was attached a single page with fourteen canons on the first eight notes of the Goldberg ground. The discovery of the hitherto unknown manuscript was immediately hailed as the most important addition of a Bach source in recent decades. Of the fourteen canons, only numbers 11 and 13 had been known before 1974. "
"Signature Number?
It is a coincidence, perhaps, that there are fourteen canons in the Goldberg addendum. But to those who are cognizant of Bach's fascination with the number 14 as the sum of the ordinal values of the letters of his name (B+A+C+H), the number of canons in this cycle is more than coincidental. Bach's last major work, Art of the Fugue contains fourteen Contrapuncti, the last of which is the unfinished quadruple fugue in which the third subject is the BACH motive. If the number of canons can be understood to represent the composer's signature number, we might infer that Bach wished for the cycle of canons to represent, just as the Art of the Fugue represents, the last word on the subject. "
Baktun (14)
Bach tune -14 being the sum of the letters of his name (B+A+C+H = 2+1+3+8)
Baktun (14)
Bach tune -14 being the sum of the letters of his name (B+A+C+H = 2+1+3+8)
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Friday, December 7, 2012
"If we take the advice of the Buddha and other great teachers from the past and continue to practice meditation, we too begin to move away from feeling like we are bombarded by a waterfall of thoughts.
Instead we feel more like we are in the midst of a very powerful thought river. This is not a bad start.
Over time and with practice, it feels like the thoughts bombarding us are more at the pace of a babbling brook or a gentle stream,
which ultimately leads to the mind of wakefulness - a large spacious pond without a ripple on it."
- lodro rinzler
Instead we feel more like we are in the midst of a very powerful thought river. This is not a bad start.
Over time and with practice, it feels like the thoughts bombarding us are more at the pace of a babbling brook or a gentle stream,
which ultimately leads to the mind of wakefulness - a large spacious pond without a ripple on it."
- lodro rinzler
tiger and monk - as thoughts from a museum
Joseph Wright of Derby
an asthmatic Caravaggisti
painted two small girls
dressing a kitten in doll's clothes.
In the candle light, the kitten's
still blueish eyes gaze out.
She's furious.
One of the girls smiles, inviting us to forget this.
Gentle creature!
However, at this moment, the cat, precise, discerning, is caught
before she wrestles free, leaps, and leaves the picture.
Delicious!
Francisco Zurbaran
painted the saint from Assisi
in his tomb
contemplating a skull.
His?
Held like a gourd, crown down,
the shadowed saint in a shadowed tomb
gazes into the
skull's dark pool.
Does he drink cool water
as Wonhyo did?
Delicious!
an asthmatic Caravaggisti
painted two small girls
dressing a kitten in doll's clothes.
In the candle light, the kitten's
still blueish eyes gaze out.
She's furious.
One of the girls smiles, inviting us to forget this.
Gentle creature!
However, at this moment, the cat, precise, discerning, is caught
before she wrestles free, leaps, and leaves the picture.
Delicious!
Francisco Zurbaran
painted the saint from Assisi
in his tomb
contemplating a skull.
His?
Held like a gourd, crown down,
the shadowed saint in a shadowed tomb
gazes into the
skull's dark pool.
Does he drink cool water
as Wonhyo did?
Delicious!
Thursday, December 6, 2012
bridge work
Bridge work continues,
the raised span
inaccessible
for another month or so.
It is not silent,
this inaccessability -
it murmurs, hums for hours each day.
Lost connections
continue to speak.
A cautious communique
is a nod
to the discipline required,
to the expertise
of renewal.
One hopes
it will not be the same,
after bridge work,
going here to there.
the raised span
inaccessible
for another month or so.
It is not silent,
this inaccessability -
it murmurs, hums for hours each day.
Lost connections
continue to speak.
A cautious communique
is a nod
to the discipline required,
to the expertise
of renewal.
One hopes
it will not be the same,
after bridge work,
going here to there.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Walking
An every day walk,
even in the rain,
should recognise you, your life.
There was a hill I walked to,
overlooking a stream in a blind man's park
where thousands of bats fed at sunset.
incorrigibility
A cold city hill
dipped down -
a street became a thousand stars.
Dark school buildings were my pillow.
delusion
Mount Parnassus
rose among the coyotes
and trees, as I walked to
the Pacific through the fog.
panic
A rivelet
in a vast corn field,
where sat
an exhausted pheasant, pointed me north and homeward.
anger
Now
a river full of light
a brook of black water
a sea
a sea -
water walks me home through the hill-less land.
obsession
Tendencies and disturbances, reform.
I walk, I walk, I walk.
사 is a temple
built of walking,
로 the wide avenue
to it.
even in the rain,
should recognise you, your life.
There was a hill I walked to,
overlooking a stream in a blind man's park
where thousands of bats fed at sunset.
incorrigibility
A cold city hill
dipped down -
a street became a thousand stars.
Dark school buildings were my pillow.
delusion
Mount Parnassus
rose among the coyotes
and trees, as I walked to
the Pacific through the fog.
panic
A rivelet
in a vast corn field,
where sat
an exhausted pheasant, pointed me north and homeward.
anger
Now
a river full of light
a brook of black water
a sea
a sea -
water walks me home through the hill-less land.
obsession
Tendencies and disturbances, reform.
I walk, I walk, I walk.
사 is a temple
built of walking,
로 the wide avenue
to it.
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
27 challenges, 100,000 petitions
seven hours into the evening ahead
we agree
no
more
talking.
om benza sato hung
27 times
why not repair
in lieu of
reparation?
om benza sato hung
100,000 repetitions
friendship is not
out of the question.
27 times
in less than ten minutes,
is it possible to
renew karma
clean out the soul?
100,000 repetitions
before sleep,
wash all of yourself.
om benza sato hung
27 times
100,00 repetitions
we agree
no
more
talking.
om benza sato hung
27 times
why not repair
in lieu of
reparation?
om benza sato hung
100,000 repetitions
friendship is not
out of the question.
27 times
in less than ten minutes,
is it possible to
renew karma
clean out the soul?
100,000 repetitions
before sleep,
wash all of yourself.
om benza sato hung
27 times
100,00 repetitions
Monday, December 3, 2012
december attachments
Those born under the goat moon
will experience some difficulty-
astronomical calculations of
a vague uneasiness
The moon is waxing gibbous.
Here.
It's 53 degrees fahrenheit.
At
43.0389° N longitude
and
87.9064° W latitude,
the tides
remain
measurably
fortuitous.
The Mayan
end of world
is the
Christian
beginning,
and somewhere in the middle,
a solstice returns.
You are so attached, he said.
Let go
of the moon and mathematics.
Surrender geography, the skies.
Stars,
gods
wane.
Even time wanders away.
Nothing needs you,
not even
yourself.
will experience some difficulty-
astronomical calculations of
a vague uneasiness
The moon is waxing gibbous.
Here.
It's 53 degrees fahrenheit.
At
43.0389° N longitude
and
87.9064° W latitude,
the tides
remain
measurably
fortuitous.
The Mayan
end of world
is the
Christian
beginning,
and somewhere in the middle,
a solstice returns.
You are so attached, he said.
Let go
of the moon and mathematics.
Surrender geography, the skies.
Stars,
gods
wane.
Even time wanders away.
Nothing needs you,
not even
yourself.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
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