Mark L. Gentry ~ dream
T. Wendell Peek ~ Ceci n’est pas une tree
{sunday} Clint Cline ~ Lateralis XXVI
Origin Story by Leah Naomi Green
“What is dying is the willingness to be in denial.”
—angel Kyodo williams
The heron flew away
and I wanted to tell someone
how long it stayed,
how close I got,
how much I missed it
even as it stood
to watch me,
large-eyed animal
that I am, terrible
at believing what I can’t see.
You see fire in the home
where we live: the world
in cardiac arrest.
A heart attack
is not the onset I want to say
to someone, it’s the flare.
It illuminates what’s already here:
the forests
illuminated, the earth
lit as an origin story.
Here you are,
I say instead,
aloud, surprised
at how close
I’ve been holding you
in the dark.
Flame yields
no new landscape.
It bares the contours
like a map
so we can see
where we’ve been all along,
can see one another
as we walk, and say,
for once, nothing
at the fire’s steady flight,
like a heron
lifting in loud beats,
our silent mouths open
as if to give it a tunnel.
Happy Sunday.
And now for a lovely concert of acoustic music.
Bert Jansch, John Renbourn & Jacqui McShee – Waltham High School, MA, 11 April 1993
Barbara duBois ~ “The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.” W.S. Merwin
T. Wendell Peek ~ Self Awareness
Leon Williams ~ 7 Gilled shark | Halfmoon Bay, Rakiura/Stewart Island, NZ.
{video} David Bowie ~ The Man Who Sold The World (live)
Clint Cline ~ Lateralis XX
Barbara duBois ~ Discombobulated Blobs
{sunday} Leon Williams ~ Preserve Me
I.
Life goes by moving,
Up and down a chain of moods
Wanting what’s nothing.
II.
My soul is the wind
Dashing down fields of Autumn:
O, too swift to sing.
III.
Listen to the rain
Falling broken on the ground:
Pity the sky once.
IV.
Knowing not at all
Who stands above me seeing:
Tears of gratitude.
V
The nightingale sings
My heart desires but the night
Space swallows my voice:
VI.
I shall spend my moods
Like a rose discards leaves
And die without moods.
VII.
Did you say a sound?
Did you say the wind? Dashing
Only my soul’s quick—
VIII.
O moon of to-night
Let me rest my head on you
And hear my life sing.
IX.
My ears burn for speech
And you lie cold and silent
Supinely cruel:
X.
Look at the white moon
The sphinx does not question more.
Turn away your eyes.
XI.
Thought that is no thought
Poems buried in my heart
Song that is no song …
XII
The poetry of life?
No, the picture of my dreams
Flashing on my heart.
XIII
I ride down the stream
Between the earth and the sun
On the moon’s shadow.
XIV
Treading wearily
A unit of the parade
There is no escape.
XV.
Within the shadow
I am weaving the pattern
Of a spider web.
XVI
My heart like a shell
Moans at the breast of the earth
Being too full to sing.
XVII
You are life’s fountain
Springing from eternity
Flow not recklessly.
XVIII
I will wrap the song
In the leaves of the lotus
And send it to you.
XIX
No words speak louder
Than the tragic look of eyes
Close yours out of love.
XX
Why should I wander
I who have known no surprise?
Every day the same.
Japanese Hokku by Lewis Grandison Alexander
Happy Sunday.
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