Tag: Art
-
Reality an Idea
Reality an Idea Humans haveThe gift of wordsTo express and informWhat’s real And what’s not Make us soarOr cry and deploreSet us upFor the big failUnquestioninglyConsumed as real They express ideasSymbols physicalMental audibleThoughts individualCultural universalSwimming inGraymatter domesCan be changedAt whim and willThe cryptic tomesOf Reality –LE
-
Season’s Greetings
I hope you all have the holiday experience you hope for, whatever your preference. I also hope that this season brings the peace and good will to all that it’s supposed to represent. –LE
-
Don’t Pick Up That Phone
This is my response to all the cold-calls and messages I recieve, even though I’m on the ‘Natioanl Don’t Call Register’… Ha! What a joke… Don’t Pick Up That Phone rather pick-up sticksor hexagram wandsor telegramsinstructions for hallucinationsdelusions of grandeurconjure objects of desireor the lack thereof, whereofwhile writing trivial essaysabout wealth and gainat the expenseof…
-
From the Summer of 2009 (Some things never seem to change)
Intro: Cleveland OH – Summer ’09, lunch time, walking the industrial parkway in 90+ degrees. Lunch Time Walk The first cicadas of the season trill through occasional traffic lulls on the boulevard,Walking through Liatris, Cat Tails, andPeriwinkle-blue Chicory, andQueen Anne’s lace in the ditches. As I stroll past manicured, dead brown lawns, evidence of this year’s long…
-
Purples, Reds, Blues, and Some Other Hues
Purple Purple, the wearing of, the power of, purple passion,purple haze, purple rain, purple stains of wine, of the lipsfrom “the Arrakine spice,” purple dreams–passionatescenes, onions, one-eyed, one-horned, flying purplepeople eaters, purple mountains majesties, purpleillusions—tragedies, shades of reds and blues, some of thedarker hues. *** Red, better dead than, red faced, red handed, red neck,red…
-
Palm Reading
Palm Reading The future, character, past,lines to and from – representinglongevity, health, and happiness So, this palm comes into the barand asks the barmaid,“So what do you seewhen you look into me?” And she replies, “Nothin’but a bunch o’ lines ‘n’ wrinkles …Want a brew, or somethin’to plump, placate, and preserve?” So, this drunk palm…
-
I’m Taking a Walk, I’m Taking a Ride
Taking A Walkby John Prine A man came to our houseI believe it was yesterdayI would have invited him inBut I didn’t have a lot to sayHis anticipation of me opening the doorOutweighed my apprehension as it never had beforeAnd drove my concentrationRight through that hardwood floorOoh-ooh, uh-huh I’m taking a walkI’m going outsideI’m taking…
-
Forest
Forest Leafless trees and evergreens,weighted, gleaming white withboughs bowing groundward Small tracks, trails, and pathsthrough cold white mounds, betweenstraw textured tufts, around treesand in the hollowed lees Sparkling drips from boughs abovereflect the strengthening sun, magnifiesthe fragrance of melt and thawing ground Puddles gather in low places,melt flows on the surface and below,refreshes and quenches…
-
A Posthumous Question for Rainer Maria Rilke
This qusetion is engendered by Rilke’s poem, ‘You, Darkness’, printed below my question poem. Do You Still Have Faith in Nights ? Darkness, you who gathers everything,the rills of awareness, and keys to Bohemiannights, and energies moving therein, You, whose verse and lyrical prose,mentored some by Cézanne and Rodin,became sculpted objects, entities in themselves. In…
-
Too true or at least more true than we’d like ?
Too True ? Are we rain;are we sane–ishworking with ageless energy,planning to live forever,life full of regrets and sorrows,hoping for resurrection — or — at least reincarnation — or — forever with all our evil friendsin brimstone hellfire climes,dissipating in smoke, breathed onovercast, smoggy days in any fossil fuel-powered factory or man- ufacturing town in any hemisphere, North,…
CynOp 