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Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 1
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Why, it's love! It's love
--calling to us
like a banana-boat in the night.

(But where is the glint
of native iron from the shore?)

The boat is low in the water.
The long oars dip, and dip again.
The wind is fresh, but with the taint
of something heavy on its breath,
and the downstream ocean
licks at the river,
wooing it home: "Come hooooome."

On the bank, palms sway.
The boat creaks. The crew shifts,
ready to earn their danger pay,

a stammer of moonlit spearheads
arcs across the water. "Jettison the cargo!
"Speed! More speed,"
the captain cries,

and hunchbacked bananas
shoulder apart the water.
The prow lifts, and the crew,
dirty and eager for home, clash oars

and go pummelling away in the night.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations copyright 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 2
Posted: 8/24/2006 9:02:42 AM
"Not too shabby" was precisely the effect I was aiming for! Thank you. And here, in appreciation, is a great favourite of mine:

Danse Russe

If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,--
If I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt around my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely...”

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

Wm Carlos Williams
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 3
Posted: 8/25/2006 7:55:12 AM
Delighted to encounter someone who is acquainted with the K's - which meant so much to me when I first read it, but found it too long winded the second time to get beyond the prologue
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 4
Posted: 8/25/2006 11:15:58 AM
Well, you're in none too shabby company as I read somewhere that Einstein considered it the greatest novel ever written or his favourite.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 5
Posted: 8/27/2006 7:34:34 AM

So long as man remains free he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find some one to worship.

But we should no more wish to worship others,
Fyodor, than we should wish to be worshipped,
for neither worshipped nor worshipper
can ever truly see each other.
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 6
A One-night Stand
Posted: 9/16/2006 7:48:43 AM
A One-night Stand

What is a one-night stand?
It is like squeezing a pimple
when what you want is to have
all over beautiful skin.

What is an affair?
It is a cruise on a luxury liner
With all thought of the mainland

J. Newman © 2006
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 7
Posted: 9/18/2006 9:45:26 AM

Somewhere in each of us
the way is set from which
our straightest paths
diverge a quarter-inch

till we are country miles
from where we started out,
babbling eagerly
in some indecipherable tongue.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations copyright 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 8
Posted: 9/19/2006 8:06:05 AM
Death is a kind of love
suspended, an afternoon withdrawn
before it began. Hope
leans out over the irresistible pool
a little further, a little

Nothing we know
will sufficiently grieve
that fall into the self.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 9
It’s not that the dead are dead
Posted: 9/20/2006 7:04:29 AM
It’s not that the dead are dead
but that they’re gone:
finished! Done
before you’re done with them.

Sister, I want another word or two,
a last chance to say I love you.

J. Newman © 20Sep06
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 10
You can speak for hours with friends
Posted: 9/21/2006 3:38:45 AM
You can speak for hours with friends
–good friends. You can speak with them
about everything, your fears,
their joys, or you can speak
for ten minutes with your lover
about nothing at all
and come away refreshed
by the intimacy of it.

J. Newman © 18Sep06

Thank you, Charlie Girl
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 11
The long day darkens
Posted: 9/22/2006 4:53:47 AM
The long day darkens. Soon, the night
will pulp over all of us
a plump berry of unlight.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 12
More odd couples
Posted: 9/23/2006 12:55:12 PM

Rack and Pinion used to be into
S. & M., chains, leather, whips
and long, punishing silences,
but now they're bored

with all that stuff. They're not looking
into each other's eyes,
exactly, but they're looking,
looking: a threesome, a foursome, snuff

movies... Oh, what? They roam
the bars and beaches, looking.
Aware and yet unaware
of the eyes that are sizing them up.

The summer has many a surprise
in store for all of us.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 13
Like Fish out of Water
Posted: 9/24/2006 3:53:25 AM
Like Fish out of Water

Like fish out of water,
like birds aching for the sky,
like lovers who have lost
the ones we loved, we gather
in this virtual place
and wonder
Are you there? Are you there?

Like orphans searching
for a name, an address,
a home that never was,
we ask some other questions
but not the one we hardly dare:
Are you there?
Are you there?
Were you ever there?

J. Newman © 2006
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 14
I Will Follow You
Posted: 9/24/2006 7:50:48 AM
Hey, young whipper-snapper, you're welcome at my table anytime, but bring your own teeth, eh.

I will follow you
to where the hidden springs
of your nature
rise with the chuckle
of an urgent underground stream.

I will marvel
at your expressed form
and delight along with you
at what is yet to be revealed.

J. Newman © 2006
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 15
I Will Follow You
Posted: 9/24/2006 11:39:25 AM out that it's not your moustache!
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 16
Death is the lonely boy
Posted: 9/25/2006 1:04:03 AM
Death is the lonely boy
in the pantry,

In his hand
a scrap of paper,
a name,
barely legible

J. Newman © 25Sep06
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 17
Stuff Happens
Posted: 9/25/2006 9:20:37 AM
The smile on Rumsfeld’s face
is confident, well fed,
and every tooth represents
one or two hundred thousand dead.
“You go to war,” he said,
“with the army you have”
and of course with the Secretary of Defense
and the President you have
and the objectives you have
–whatever they are.
Stuff happens...

J. Newman © 25Sep06
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 18
Posted: 9/26/2006 4:51:34 AM
Who's to be absent from whom,
that's the rub
of love
as practised by the damned.

They've each perfected
the kiss
that leaves the other

the promise of passion
that dies
as soon as realized.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 19
Posted: 9/26/2006 1:29:14 PM

And when you
speak our lives
you know how
to make us

What a wonderful, moving comment, Hortense! Thank you. What more does one want than to touch someone!


What is the use of use
when we would be children
playing for anarchic joy?

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 20
Posted: 9/28/2006 2:47:14 AM
The first infidelity is the worst,
from which all others flow
like the milk of might-as-well.

Why not? first lifts us up,
then dashes us
on the rocks of if-only.

"Why not?" say the bored,
leaning over the beckoning sea
--and let go.

Why not? is in the eyes
of the eaten alive by the need
to be anything but what they are.

The damned are walking among us,
eating out of the same bowls.

sheet by soiled sheet
they lie beside us
in our very arms, murmuring,

Why not? Why not? Oh, why not?

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 21
Posted: 9/28/2006 6:55:32 AM
So it was good for you?
Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 22
Hearts that are Looking for Profit
Posted: 9/28/2006 3:43:55 PM
Lambykins, you know how the fragile male...'ego' needs.... stroking!
Here's one I first-drafted today while waiting for my smoked-meat special at Dunn's "Famous:"

Hearts that are Looking for Profit

Some of us give and some of us take.
Some of us give, but it's more like a trade,
watching to see that we get in return
as much or a little bit more.

Some of us are capitalists at heart:
"Buy cheap; sell dear..."

Bottom-line hearts on a flat-line street.

J. Newman © 28Sep06
Joined: 3/15/2005
Msg: 23
Hearts that are Looking for Profit
Posted: 9/28/2006 9:06:11 PM

I tried to send a note your way.
Your restrictions will not allow me to e-mail you....

Joined: 8/20/2006
Msg: 24
Posted: 9/29/2006 4:44:52 AM
I've changed my settings. I can now receive your note. Hopefully it won't be infused with cigar smoke!
As I mentioned in my note to Goat, someone has been saying nice things about the two of you behind your backs and read several of your poems to me, to my great pleasure.
Here's one that I wrote for my daughter a long time ago:


for Zoe

My darling, I love you
better than calico, better
than rhubarb wine
or the tickle

of spring on my ribs
as I sleep
and dream of the wind
that goes whoosh through the trees

as your presence
goes whoosh
through the rooms
of my heart and my house,

Gemini with the speed of light.
So quick are you, body
and mind, that you answer
me even before I speak,

my fingerling, my dart,
--calico, wine and spring of my heart.

J. Newman Sudden Proclamations © 1992
Joined: 3/15/2005
Msg: 25
Posted: 9/29/2006 6:13:41 PM
Evening to you, Alyosha

Your poem is simply, elegant… “calico, wine and spring of my heart”

Thank you for your kind words! …. You said; someone was filling your mind with poems from us, they must have been under the influence. ;-)


Snowberries in bloom
Simple pleasures shared by two
The movement of life


Tried to send you mail, it would not go through !
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