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 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 526
Snapshots: April 19 , 2009Page 22 of 52    (12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52)
Much as I liked the whole of this, these lines:


When, suddenly , as a heavily loaded
Tablecloth , the surface of my Earth
Was being pulled by an invisible hand.

But I couldn 't imagine what was underneath....


especially enchanted me!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 527
Snapshots: April 19 , 2009
Posted: 4/19/2009 6:32:17 AM

Thank you for your comment , Alyosha , but believe that I was not enchanted at all .
Because when you fly over the middle of the Pacific , you Can't see the land.


Well, "enchantment" does usually mean a happy state, but I can imagine that one might be enchanted in a fearful way as well.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 528
Snapshots: April 19 , 2009
Posted: 4/19/2009 9:49:00 PM
Glad I can't see the land! my town! the history
I am flying without any necessary weight
Momentarily free of nightmares, people
Monday, Tuesday, also Friday
disappear over above insignificant earth
Yet, be still my heart...I am landing.
Interim, (enchanted ) presently coming down.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 529
Snapshots: April 19 , 2009
Posted: 4/19/2009 11:16:37 PM
Naked never lies.
Smiles freely given are the bonus
From me, of you.
gyles would have certainly smiled
the minute the sun rose
and...and... I freed myself
effectively and permanently
from the ooze...but wait..just wait
I always leaped freely into the ooze.

Then...I competently fried the fish.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 530
Snapshots: April 19 , 2009
Posted: 4/20/2009 6:04:38 AM

Naked never lies.
Smiles freely given are the bonus
From me, of you.
gyles would have certainly smiled
the minute the sun rose
and...and... I freed myself
effectively and permanently
from the ooze...but wait..just wait
I always leaped freely into the ooze.

Then...I competently fried the fish.


What a beautiful exchange between you and Trulio. Thanks to both of you for allowing me to eavesdrop.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 531
Snapshots: April 19 , 2009
Posted: 4/21/2009 6:25:22 AM
What heartbreak between


i wanted you to tell lies
to me that are best

you spoke these easily


and


we were just flesh
left alone
nothing existed between us


Simmel, I assume, is Georg Simmel, the philosopher?
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 532
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/21/2009 6:39:06 AM
A cyclist comes tearing up the street
at a furious pace,
treats the asphalt as if it were
continuous with the sidewalk
and goes racing off
into unclaimed space.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 533
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/21/2009 11:02:26 PM
Westsyde could lead to Chase (backroad)
Why chase anything?
I did note the burnt hills of 98
counted the kilometres
caught the bear sighting
came down into Indian country.

Delicious is this river...the river
Thompson powerful, stirring
Exactly what I needed.
Some kind of olive trees, what are they?
Their leaves dangle, seeking the water.

This light, this semblance of country
backlit by the sun, still, eerie, dry
magnificent colours released, emphasized
Brought together in undulation
Smelling beautifully ascetic, but leaping
with meaning in this glorious light.

Onto the Indian Reservation Road
Back, gliding along the river, I reach
and touch, signal my heart. This lugubrious town
borrows from an honest history.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 534
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/21/2009 11:36:37 PM
Drums, drumming.
There are no six separations
between myself, the moon, the sun
alters, architecture, my heart is open
to this crucified, labouring tree
Silently the moments tick into an eternity
I stand here, they stood there.
I stand amongst each and every one of them.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 535
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/22/2009 4:59:30 AM

Yes George Simmel, 'the philosophy of money', a great intro to what is treasure, not what you would expect,


Thanks for the info, and the poem. Perhaps I will look up and read something by Simmel.
 funksoulbrutha
Joined: 1/3/2009
Msg: 536
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History
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/22/2009 5:35:10 AM
In front of the all-girls Catholic college
I was in a state of grace
Skirts billowed but my dreams willowed
when I was blasted by some mace.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 537
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/22/2009 6:35:35 AM

Westsyde could lead to Chase (backroad)
Why chase anything?
I did note the burnt hills of 98
counted the kilometres
caught the bear sighting
came down into Indian country.

Delicious is this river...the river
Thompson powerful, stirring
Exactly what I needed.
Some kind of olive trees, what are they?
Their leaves dangle, seeking the water.

This light, this semblance of country
backlit by the sun, still, eerie, dry
magnificent colours released, emphasized
Brought together in undulation
Smelling beautifully ascetic, but leaping
with meaning in this glorious light.

Onto the Indian Reservation Road
Back, gliding along the river, I reach
and touch, signal my heart. This lugubrious town
borrows from an honest history.


What a magnificent literal and spiritual journey! I was especially touched by these lines:


This light, this semblance of country
backlit by the sun, still, eerie, dry
magnificent colours released, emphasized
Brought together in undulation
Smelling beautifully ascetic, but leaping
with meaning in this glorious light.
 Brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 538
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History
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/22/2009 5:13:17 PM
Probably Russian Olives if you are writing about Canada....tell me, do they look silvery, as if they've turned their leaves upside down?
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 539
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/22/2009 10:20:46 PM
Thank-you A. And yes, Brizo, they are Russian olives. Eleangus Angustifolia (genus and species) Found in the Thompson/Okanagan valley of British Columbia and other dry, salty soil areas where it is hot and dry. I loved them.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 540
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/22/2009 11:17:51 PM
Neverthless, (my partner informs me, he is the horticulturist) they are still beautiful. Weed or not. Nature works her conundrums without weeping.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 541
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/23/2009 12:09:57 AM
I wish we lived in a perfect Universe. Dang. The seeds in the cuffs of Uncle's cuffs and those planned introductions. Rational, irrational, life is a merry go around. Ride it and weep.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 542
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/23/2009 6:57:58 AM
The entire poem is a wonderful philosophical musing but I especially got off on this:


A pure anthropomorphism thus would be a Chronical of
Ourselves and how Ourselves have evolved, developed
and adapted alongside the other 'morphos'. Essentially
then this Chronical of Ourselves would be a
descriptive narration of things passing, a
'morphology'....
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 543
Snapshots: April 21 , 2009
Posted: 4/23/2009 10:00:40 PM
So be it
and let it be. let it be.
Release all anthropomorphism!
One night I talked to a rock
This steady rock took a careful view
Explained with tenderness
The separation. Everything.
On this boat with you and you and you.

All and everything passes into the waves.
 WeAre1
Joined: 3/18/2008
Msg: 544
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History
Snapshots: April 24 , 2009
Posted: 4/24/2009 4:05:21 AM
a cat purring in my face as i type
asking for nothing more
than to be near and purr
and out the window
on fresh Spring grass
a fox trots past
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 545
Snapshots: April 24 , 2009
Posted: 5/5/2009 7:45:51 AM
60, Trulio & WeAre1: Many thanks. I look forward to seeing you here again.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 546
Snapshots: May 5 , 2009
Posted: 5/6/2009 10:28:56 PM
Grass is wonderfully mean, nasty and hard to get rid of.
Grass is green, all grass is green, not red not purple not even
white...grass on anglo-saxon mostly lawns.

All other euphemistic grass is to be bagged
smoked with no compunction/ but also no innocence.
This white world is full of grass, but lacking in a true natural high.

Amazon tribe yeeep, yowl, crawk and crawl
Smoke that jungle grass, vary your movements.
Fly high, fly out beyond my reach.
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 547
Snapshots: May 5 , 2009
Posted: 5/7/2009 5:11:15 AM

Grass is wonderfully mean, nasty and hard to get rid of.
Grass is green, all grass is green, not red not purple not even
white...grass on anglo-saxon mostly lawns.

All other euphemistic grass is to be bagged
smoked with no compunction/ but also no innocence.
This white world is full of grass, but lacking in a true natural high.

Amazon tribe yeeep, yowl, crawk and crawl
Smoke that jungle grass, vary your movements.
Fly high, fly out beyond my reach.


Strange poem but as always with something from you, stuff to think about!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 548
Snapshots: May 7 , 2009
Posted: 5/9/2009 8:18:24 AM

Montréal-Toronto

All around , sun and blue
Below, a tapestry of maelstroms
In front , a huge waterfall
Where we will soon enough
Vanish.

This is one of those moments
In life , when you can understand
And cherish ,

The silence before the first cry
Of a newborn baby.
Or
The sand crumbling under your feet
When the waves recede.
Or
The importance of a leper's stump
To make this Earth turn round.
Or
The presence of something called God,
That allows you to accept what you are.


This is like a gentle hymn or a prayer of humble thanksgiving. I love the succession of ors, as if each thing you summon up to be grateful for calls up another and another. This one of my favourites of your poemes. Domo aregato gozeimasu!
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
Msg: 549
To Senator X & Representative Y
Posted: 5/9/2009 10:25:07 AM
You wear a certain kind of hat
to tell the truth
and another, identical one
to tell a lie

But not even you
know which is which.
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
Msg: 550
To Senator X & Representative Y
Posted: 5/10/2009 9:36:01 PM
True so true. "know which is which." I love the song of this line. I will remind myself to remember this line. Yay. and let us go on .
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