Friday, October 17, 2003
WANT IS A SEED
Want is a seed,
Pupating
Pulsating,
Within a boundary husk,
An infinite growth,
Begrudged by an unyielding limits.
Want is a seed,
Pupating
Pulsating,
Within a boundary husk,
An infinite growth,
Begrudged by an unyielding limits.
WHEN AND WHERE
When and where
Did the first why question emerge?
Was that the first glimmer of consciousness,
Was that the first glimmer of soul?
When and where
Did the first why question emerge?
Was that the first glimmer of consciousness,
Was that the first glimmer of soul?
GOING WHERE THE NAMELESS GO
Going where the nameless go,
Oh, most had names,
But no one now remembers.
Going where the nameless go,
Where the smoke goes
After a battle.
Going where the nameless go,
Most had names,
Now they have the same horizon.
Going where the nameless go,
Oh, most had names,
But no one now remembers.
Going where the nameless go,
Where the smoke goes
After a battle.
Going where the nameless go,
Most had names,
Now they have the same horizon.
INFINITIES WITHIN INFINITIES
There are infinities within infinities,
An infinite universe of infinities,
Nested infinities,
Infinities that infinitely shave the last shaving.
Others that add more or less to the last count.
There are infinities within infinities,
An infinite universe of infinities,
Nested infinities,
Infinities that infinitely shave the last shaving.
Others that add more or less to the last count.
THE WAY THINGS ARE
The way,
The way things are
Is a zero point,
In N-space,
In an a multi-plexed universe,
Without an omni observer,
Or maybe not.
The way,
The way things are
Is a zero point,
In N-space,
In an a multi-plexed universe,
Without an omni observer,
Or maybe not.
NOTHINGNESS
Nothingness,
Thingless,
Timeless,
Spaceless,
Pureness,
Without witness,
Infinite thinglessness,
Nothingness,
Noneness,
Selfless,
Lawless,
Temperaturelessness,
Massless,
Weightless,
Colorless,
Historyless,
Nessless
Suchless,
Wordless,
Without flimsy.
Nothingness,
Thingless,
Timeless,
Spaceless,
Pureness,
Without witness,
Infinite thinglessness,
Nothingness,
Noneness,
Selfless,
Lawless,
Temperaturelessness,
Massless,
Weightless,
Colorless,
Historyless,
Nessless
Suchless,
Wordless,
Without flimsy.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
APOLLO, CUPID AND DAPHNE
Cupid, the son of Venus
Was a cheeky child,
Enjoyed mixing in
Were he had no business.
Apollo caught Cupid
Playing with Apollo’s stately bow and arrows.
“What need have you
With warlike weapons?
Leave them for worthy hands,
One’s that have vanquished monsters
Like the putrid Python.
Be off with you and your flickering torch
Enkindle others whom you would.”
Cupid’s brow arched
And his eyes shrank.
“Apollo, your arrows may seek their mark,
But my mark is upon you.”
Cupid had within his quiver
Two opposing arrows,
One that inflamed eternal love,
The other inciting eternal aversion.
From Mount Parnassus Cupid stood his vigil
Until he spotted Daphne,
Nymph daughter of the river god Peneus.
Cupid took perfect aim with his aversion arrow
Tipped with blunted lead,
Striking forever all want and need for lovers
From the limbs of Daphne.
The next arrow from Cupid’s quiver
Was the arrow that inflamed eternal love.
The gold tip struck Apollo at the instant
His eyes laid upon the river nymph.
Apollo was instantly seized by passionate desire,
Transfixed by every detail of Daphne’s attire,
Her hair, her hem, her eyes, her skin.
He was mad, mad, mad for Daphne.
Apollo’s attentions were politely spurned
But he persisted,
“Let me present my virtues,” Apollo said,
“I’m no fool, nor country rube,
My father is Jupiter and I am lord of Delphos and Tenedos,
I know all things past, present and future.
I am an expert archer,
I am god of medicine and music.”
But Daphne wouldn’t listen
And ran for sylvan cover.
Apollo pursued while imploring.
“Please, not so fast;
I fear you’ll be injured.”
Words were worthless,
Love advanced
Repulsing lust.
Nearing capture Daphne cried out,
“Father, Peneus, river god help me, be my savior,
Change my form by which I’m now endangered.”
Daphne’s wish was granted.
Before Apollo’s eyes,
Her limbs stiffened,
Daphne became a laurel tree.
Apollo’s tears rained up the plant,
Crying, “I will always love you.
If not my wife then I will wear you as an earthly emperor wears a crown.”
Apollo then crafted from the laurel tree a wreath,
And placed its simple majesty upon his pate.
Cupid, the son of Venus
Was a cheeky child,
Enjoyed mixing in
Were he had no business.
Apollo caught Cupid
Playing with Apollo’s stately bow and arrows.
“What need have you
With warlike weapons?
Leave them for worthy hands,
One’s that have vanquished monsters
Like the putrid Python.
Be off with you and your flickering torch
Enkindle others whom you would.”
Cupid’s brow arched
And his eyes shrank.
“Apollo, your arrows may seek their mark,
But my mark is upon you.”
Cupid had within his quiver
Two opposing arrows,
One that inflamed eternal love,
The other inciting eternal aversion.
From Mount Parnassus Cupid stood his vigil
Until he spotted Daphne,
Nymph daughter of the river god Peneus.
Cupid took perfect aim with his aversion arrow
Tipped with blunted lead,
Striking forever all want and need for lovers
From the limbs of Daphne.
The next arrow from Cupid’s quiver
Was the arrow that inflamed eternal love.
The gold tip struck Apollo at the instant
His eyes laid upon the river nymph.
Apollo was instantly seized by passionate desire,
Transfixed by every detail of Daphne’s attire,
Her hair, her hem, her eyes, her skin.
He was mad, mad, mad for Daphne.
Apollo’s attentions were politely spurned
But he persisted,
“Let me present my virtues,” Apollo said,
“I’m no fool, nor country rube,
My father is Jupiter and I am lord of Delphos and Tenedos,
I know all things past, present and future.
I am an expert archer,
I am god of medicine and music.”
But Daphne wouldn’t listen
And ran for sylvan cover.
Apollo pursued while imploring.
“Please, not so fast;
I fear you’ll be injured.”
Words were worthless,
Love advanced
Repulsing lust.
Nearing capture Daphne cried out,
“Father, Peneus, river god help me, be my savior,
Change my form by which I’m now endangered.”
Daphne’s wish was granted.
Before Apollo’s eyes,
Her limbs stiffened,
Daphne became a laurel tree.
Apollo’s tears rained up the plant,
Crying, “I will always love you.
If not my wife then I will wear you as an earthly emperor wears a crown.”
Apollo then crafted from the laurel tree a wreath,
And placed its simple majesty upon his pate.
Saturday, October 11, 2003
APOLLO SMITES THE PARNASSUS SERPENT
In primordial time earth was flooded,
Island land teemed with unnatural lushness,
Forest and plane steamed fecundity,
With appalling plants and dangerous serpents.
People living were terror stricken
By Python, a muscled acre of sliming serpent.
Python lived and lurked within the caves of Mount Parnassus.
What mortal knows the mind of gods,
Or the length of their enduring patience?
One day Apollo seized his bow & quiver
Sped to the Parnassian caves
Roared as if a howling sea
Into the manifold chasms.
Thus Python flushed for terrainean battle.
All that saw would all remember
Python’s eyes, and Python’s breath.
Repulsed, Apollo arched his bow
With string to arrow.
Some reported it took a single dart,
Others said an emptied quiver;
Truth records Python's death.
Apollo’s battle against the snake,
From thence commemorated by the Pythian games,
Where an athlete victor of speed and strength
Was crowned with wreath of beech leaves, and later laurel.
In primordial time earth was flooded,
Island land teemed with unnatural lushness,
Forest and plane steamed fecundity,
With appalling plants and dangerous serpents.
People living were terror stricken
By Python, a muscled acre of sliming serpent.
Python lived and lurked within the caves of Mount Parnassus.
What mortal knows the mind of gods,
Or the length of their enduring patience?
One day Apollo seized his bow & quiver
Sped to the Parnassian caves
Roared as if a howling sea
Into the manifold chasms.
Thus Python flushed for terrainean battle.
All that saw would all remember
Python’s eyes, and Python’s breath.
Repulsed, Apollo arched his bow
With string to arrow.
Some reported it took a single dart,
Others said an emptied quiver;
Truth records Python's death.
Apollo’s battle against the snake,
From thence commemorated by the Pythian games,
Where an athlete victor of speed and strength
Was crowned with wreath of beech leaves, and later laurel.
Wednesday, October 08, 2003
Pandora
The Titans were disquiet
That man was included in the covenant of fire.
It was Jupiter’s suggestion,
Create a mate for man,
Call her woman.
“Every god in heaven
Will work on the particulars of her perfection,
Her name? Her name will be Pandora,
Our shared revenge for being singed.
Venus, you will lend her beauty,
Apollo, you will instruct in pleasing music,
Mercury, your gift, pillow talk, curiosity, and persuasion.”
Thus equipped a fitting gift for man
Through Epimetheus,
Who greeted her with a little doubt but with glad acceptance.
Within earth’s abode were primeval boxes
Of noxious gas and primordial odors.
Pandora, fresh from heaven was in a fidget,
Her blood boiled and her skin itched.
She had a burning need to know,
She entered creation’s workshop,
Epimetheus away on diversion,
Pandora opened a lidded box.
Unexpected flew a maelstrom plague,
A list full legion,
Of Gout, rheumatism, colic, envy, spite …,
A veritable plenitude of endless curses.
Pandora, aghast,
Found the lid and closed the box.
All within
Was now about
Except for hope,
A little pressed but resolute.
The Titans were disquiet
That man was included in the covenant of fire.
It was Jupiter’s suggestion,
Create a mate for man,
Call her woman.
“Every god in heaven
Will work on the particulars of her perfection,
Her name? Her name will be Pandora,
Our shared revenge for being singed.
Venus, you will lend her beauty,
Apollo, you will instruct in pleasing music,
Mercury, your gift, pillow talk, curiosity, and persuasion.”
Thus equipped a fitting gift for man
Through Epimetheus,
Who greeted her with a little doubt but with glad acceptance.
Within earth’s abode were primeval boxes
Of noxious gas and primordial odors.
Pandora, fresh from heaven was in a fidget,
Her blood boiled and her skin itched.
She had a burning need to know,
She entered creation’s workshop,
Epimetheus away on diversion,
Pandora opened a lidded box.
Unexpected flew a maelstrom plague,
A list full legion,
Of Gout, rheumatism, colic, envy, spite …,
A veritable plenitude of endless curses.
Pandora, aghast,
Found the lid and closed the box.
All within
Was now about
Except for hope,
A little pressed but resolute.
Fire Story
Prometheus and his brother, Epimetheus,
Their four hands the Titans tell formed man.
Epimetheus did the lion’s share
Fashioning every creature with thought & care.
When it came to man, the last in line,
All the gifts of swift, claw, fin and wing had been passed along.
What special gifts were left for men?
Prometheus said, “Man must be our best creation,
For we’ve made man a mirror of our own reflection.”
Minerva interceded,
“Perhaps a torch of heaven’s fire?”
“Brilliant” Prometheus said.
And so Prometheus with Minerva’s help
Purloined a flickering tongue from heaven’s hearth.
Prometheus paused while passing man the flame,
He said, “Among all the animals you alone
Will master fire and with this fire you will rule the earth.
Use it well and you shall flourish,
Use it poorly and you and many more will perish.
Prometheus and his brother, Epimetheus,
Their four hands the Titans tell formed man.
Epimetheus did the lion’s share
Fashioning every creature with thought & care.
When it came to man, the last in line,
All the gifts of swift, claw, fin and wing had been passed along.
What special gifts were left for men?
Prometheus said, “Man must be our best creation,
For we’ve made man a mirror of our own reflection.”
Minerva interceded,
“Perhaps a torch of heaven’s fire?”
“Brilliant” Prometheus said.
And so Prometheus with Minerva’s help
Purloined a flickering tongue from heaven’s hearth.
Prometheus paused while passing man the flame,
He said, “Among all the animals you alone
Will master fire and with this fire you will rule the earth.
Use it well and you shall flourish,
Use it poorly and you and many more will perish.
Monday, October 06, 2003
A WHIFF OF DIRT
The eyes that see the downward sword,
The hair that oscillates to the rattled air,
The adrenal fluid piping,
Feet standing firm to flee,
The heart, all four chambers firing,
The blood, the sword,
A reluctant meeting,
The skin, the skin
So thin,
The bones now know gravity.
For the swordsman,
Another day at work,
For the vanquished,
A whiff of dirt.
The eyes that see the downward sword,
The hair that oscillates to the rattled air,
The adrenal fluid piping,
Feet standing firm to flee,
The heart, all four chambers firing,
The blood, the sword,
A reluctant meeting,
The skin, the skin
So thin,
The bones now know gravity.
For the swordsman,
Another day at work,
For the vanquished,
A whiff of dirt.
REMEMBERING MNEMOSYNE
From within your womb
Grew the Titan muses
Your bone cage
Warped and woofed
A million lyrics.
Cheer and tears
Must have filled you,
And to this day,
You can still remember
All the songs,
And all the music.
From within your womb
Grew the Titan muses
Your bone cage
Warped and woofed
A million lyrics.
Cheer and tears
Must have filled you,
And to this day,
You can still remember
All the songs,
And all the music.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
EXALTED?
Cardinals,
Near the pontiff
Are now being quoted,
"The Pope
Is in mortal health."
When he dies,
Assuming heaven,
Will the Pope be exalted,
Or ride a cloud with regular folks?
Cardinals,
Near the pontiff
Are now being quoted,
"The Pope
Is in mortal health."
When he dies,
Assuming heaven,
Will the Pope be exalted,
Or ride a cloud with regular folks?
STEW & DUMPLINGS
Our meal tonight,
Stew & dumplings,
A vegetable mélange with a moist bread hat.
A revel in simple pleasure.
Our meal tonight,
Stew & dumplings,
A vegetable mélange with a moist bread hat.
A revel in simple pleasure.
THE RINGING WAS TOO EARLY
The ringing was too early
For a Sunday morning
For anything but bad news.
It was my mother weeping.
“Lorraine died,
I loved her so much,
She was my only sister.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
What does a son say next
To comfort a seventy-six year old woman
Whose lost her last female confidant?
Then I thought of my wife.
“Would you like to speak to Jane?”
“Yes,” she said.
The ringing was too early
For a Sunday morning
For anything but bad news.
It was my mother weeping.
“Lorraine died,
I loved her so much,
She was my only sister.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
What does a son say next
To comfort a seventy-six year old woman
Whose lost her last female confidant?
Then I thought of my wife.
“Would you like to speak to Jane?”
“Yes,” she said.
A THANK YOU GOD
In comparison to most
That have trod this planet
I enjoy
Good fortune.
While I’m not
Much of a theist,
I would appreciate
A grateful god,
One not requiring supplication,
A god without powers,
A receiver of thanks.
In comparison to most
That have trod this planet
I enjoy
Good fortune.
While I’m not
Much of a theist,
I would appreciate
A grateful god,
One not requiring supplication,
A god without powers,
A receiver of thanks.
Saturday, October 04, 2003
TALONS & TEETH
The nail and tooth,
Essential utensils
Whether stalk or prey;
Life is sustained by
Life dying.
A Darwinian world
In a Godless universe?
The nail and tooth,
Essential utensils
Whether stalk or prey;
Life is sustained by
Life dying.
A Darwinian world
In a Godless universe?
Friday, October 03, 2003
IT'S ALL IN THE DEFINITION
Conventional
Photography,
The art,
And or,
Science
Of
Time arresting
Two, and or, three dimensional
Space
To a
Non holographic
Two dimensional
Representation
Reflecting
Light
Upon
A capture media
That can project
For human, and or, cybotic
Receptor(s)
Enabling
Patterned or cognitive
Recognition.
Conventional
Photography,
The art,
And or,
Science
Of
Time arresting
Two, and or, three dimensional
Space
To a
Non holographic
Two dimensional
Representation
Reflecting
Light
Upon
A capture media
That can project
For human, and or, cybotic
Receptor(s)
Enabling
Patterned or cognitive
Recognition.
HARVEST
Summer ends with the sound of crickets,
Frost is not far off,
Time to harvest the fruits of one's labor.
Time to spend moments with a friend,
Build an inviting fire,
And accept the smiling Buddha to dwell within.
Summer ends with the sound of crickets,
Frost is not far off,
Time to harvest the fruits of one's labor.
Time to spend moments with a friend,
Build an inviting fire,
And accept the smiling Buddha to dwell within.
DUTIES THEN PARTY
It is
Early October,
The leaves have finished
Nearly all their duties,
They now have a few weeks
To throw a retirement party,
A polychrome Octoberfest,
Then
Corpus
Mulch
The
Upcoming
Year.
It is
Early October,
The leaves have finished
Nearly all their duties,
They now have a few weeks
To throw a retirement party,
A polychrome Octoberfest,
Then
Corpus
Mulch
The
Upcoming
Year.
WHITE PAPER
White paper,
Untainted ground,
Infinity of possibilities,
Add a first mark or word
The possibilities narrow
To a finite set.
Is this the way Christians
See the unborn/born soul?
Before birth the soul is pure, infinite, timeless,
After birth marked by sin!
White paper,
Untainted ground,
Infinity of possibilities,
Add a first mark or word
The possibilities narrow
To a finite set.
Is this the way Christians
See the unborn/born soul?
Before birth the soul is pure, infinite, timeless,
After birth marked by sin!
Thursday, October 02, 2003
PENtential
Think of the potential
Leaded up
Within the pen.
Running the gamut
From
“In the beginning God said …”
To the infinity of
Art & speculation
Yet.
Think of the potential
Leaded up
Within the pen.
Running the gamut
From
“In the beginning God said …”
To the infinity of
Art & speculation
Yet.
BETWEEN SPAM AND A HOMEPAGE
If one flips spam
One gets maps.
If I had a map
To a spammer’s home
I’d be page one on the evening news.
If one flips spam
One gets maps.
If I had a map
To a spammer’s home
I’d be page one on the evening news.
THE WIND HAS CHANGED DIRECTION
The wind has changed direction,
On the calendar
It’s ten o’clock,
Day’s shrink
Like uninvested cash
The wind has changed direction,
On the calendar
It’s ten o’clock,
Day’s shrink
Like uninvested cash
Calculating One's Improbability
A lifetime cluster of eggs
Are fully formed in the unborn female
While the mating sperm
Is years if not decades formed.
So many probable things
Can happen
That
Calculating one's probability
Is simply improbable.
A lifetime cluster of eggs
Are fully formed in the unborn female
While the mating sperm
Is years if not decades formed.
So many probable things
Can happen
That
Calculating one's probability
Is simply improbable.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
ARMATURES
Are there forms without structure,
Structures without form?
Is there only chaos within chaos,
Or structures within the most chaotic chaos?
Where does one stand?
Can any judgment be post formed?
Are there forms without structure,
Structures without form?
Is there only chaos within chaos,
Or structures within the most chaotic chaos?
Where does one stand?
Can any judgment be post formed?
THE PERFECT MARTINI
If winter has a voice
It’s a north wind
Dermal scuffing
An ice glazed snow pack
Under moonlight
While a wolf harangues a sleeping bear,
Add an olive, a spray of dry vermouth
Then invert into a conic glass.
If winter has a voice
It’s a north wind
Dermal scuffing
An ice glazed snow pack
Under moonlight
While a wolf harangues a sleeping bear,
Add an olive, a spray of dry vermouth
Then invert into a conic glass.
THINKING OF VENN DIAGRAMS
Remember Venn diagrams?
Those over lapping circles,
The overlaps inclusively include,
The outer laps only including self,
A boxed universe
In total summation.
Remember Venn diagrams?
Those over lapping circles,
The overlaps inclusively include,
The outer laps only including self,
A boxed universe
In total summation.
CONTEMPLATING PRECONCEPTION
It's autumn,
I’m dying,
You’re dying,
That’s the state of being alive.
What’s it like to be dead
When you’ve only known living?
It's autumn,
I’m dying,
You’re dying,
That’s the state of being alive.
What’s it like to be dead
When you’ve only known living?
REFLECTIONS UPON REFLECTING
One’s image has a doppelganger,
A twin with doppelganger’s too,
Reflecting, inspecting, projecting,
A funhouse mirror view.
Here a you, there a you
Even your shadow is a doppelganger brew.
One’s image has a doppelganger,
A twin with doppelganger’s too,
Reflecting, inspecting, projecting,
A funhouse mirror view.
Here a you, there a you
Even your shadow is a doppelganger brew.
HOW MANY PROJECTS AWAIT REBIRTH?
Chris, my friend from Maine
Sent me pictures of a boat
He started building fifteen years ago.
Mostly keel and ribs with some planking.
You can tell when the boat is finished
It will be a water worthy vessel.
In the universe how many projects await rebirth?
How many are never born again?
Timelessness connects all things even blackholes.
Chris, my friend from Maine
Sent me pictures of a boat
He started building fifteen years ago.
Mostly keel and ribs with some planking.
You can tell when the boat is finished
It will be a water worthy vessel.
In the universe how many projects await rebirth?
How many are never born again?
Timelessness connects all things even blackholes.
IMAGINING AN ARGENTINE INTERLUDE
I've been imagining a vacation to Buenos Aires.
Argentine summers are bipolar to North American winters.
The father/mother land of the tango,
A complex ballroom dance,
Coupling the male/female in an elaborate public production
Enwrapping a mind/body state that only the paired dancers share.
I've been imagining a vacation to Buenos Aires.
Argentine summers are bipolar to North American winters.
The father/mother land of the tango,
A complex ballroom dance,
Coupling the male/female in an elaborate public production
Enwrapping a mind/body state that only the paired dancers share.
