Monday, February 22, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I'll Take Mine Black
Two spoonfulls of winter sadness, quiet insurrection, inertia of elasticity: stirring my morning coffee with a ballpoint pen.
The February sun screams out—the coming Spring, Ecstasy, an inner vision bearing fruit.
I told everybody, when I come out the wilderness. Lean and lonely Lord
Exhaling slowly, until the emptiness fills itself, an impulse far beyond thought.
The February sun screams out—the coming Spring, Ecstasy, an inner vision bearing fruit.
I told everybody, when I come out the wilderness. Lean and lonely Lord
Exhaling slowly, until the emptiness fills itself, an impulse far beyond thought.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Poem for a Sunny Day
Lucky
When I was a kid
I loved to flip pennies
from tails to heads,
so other lucky kids
could find them,
opening their eyes
with hope
for what’s to come.
Today I found one
heads-up in the driveway,
and slipped it
into my pocket,
expectation
growing.
It pulled my fingers
like a magnet,
smooth metal
warming under their touch,
a sunny breeze
blowing at my back.
When I was a kid
I loved to flip pennies
from tails to heads,
so other lucky kids
could find them,
opening their eyes
with hope
for what’s to come.
Today I found one
heads-up in the driveway,
and slipped it
into my pocket,
expectation
growing.
It pulled my fingers
like a magnet,
smooth metal
warming under their touch,
a sunny breeze
blowing at my back.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Tao
The way can be spoken of,
But it will not be the constant way;
The name can be named,
But it will not be the constant name.
The nameless was the beginning of the myriad creatures;
The named was the mother of the myriad creatures.
Hence constantly rid yourself of desires in order to observe
it's subtlety;
But constantly allow yourself to have desires in order to
observe what it is after.
These two have the same origin but differ in name.
They are both called dark,
Darkness upon darkness
The gateway to all that is subtle.
But it will not be the constant way;
The name can be named,
But it will not be the constant name.
The nameless was the beginning of the myriad creatures;
The named was the mother of the myriad creatures.
Hence constantly rid yourself of desires in order to observe
it's subtlety;
But constantly allow yourself to have desires in order to
observe what it is after.
These two have the same origin but differ in name.
They are both called dark,
Darkness upon darkness
The gateway to all that is subtle.
Words and Champagne
Got to see/hear/feel Saul Williams last night...and it blew my mind. What an important artist--so courageous, so honest, so real. One thing he said in response to a question about the power of language has really stuck in my head this morning (this is a paraphrase): I like to treat words like rappers treat women in their videos...I pour champagne on them and just wait to see what happens...whether I'll get slapped or not...
Anyhow, as one of my primary occupations involves writing about words, their uses, and in particular their power, I'm thinking I should go get some champagne to mix with my orange juice and my investigations this morning...just to see what happens. Don't we (I) take words too seriously? Isn't the whole thing (living, feeling, being) really much deeper and much simpler than a lack of silence?...
Anyhow, as one of my primary occupations involves writing about words, their uses, and in particular their power, I'm thinking I should go get some champagne to mix with my orange juice and my investigations this morning...just to see what happens. Don't we (I) take words too seriously? Isn't the whole thing (living, feeling, being) really much deeper and much simpler than a lack of silence?...
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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