Monthly Archives: February 2013
Terrific cat, I really like the poem. Lovely. Thank you.
Some of you might recall a previous post about a particularly terrible journal 🙂 Well, it’s turned out to not be as bad as I imagined. I don’t love it, but it works. I have been writing some poetry. I will be honest, I’m not much of a poet and I have rarely done much of this type of writing in the past, but I thought I would give it a try. I hope it’s not too terrible 🙂
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This is worth looking at, I love this guy’s poetry.
“Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.”
“The future is already here – it’s just not evenly distributed.”
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”
“The deadliest bullshit is odorless, and transparent.”
“I think I’d probably tell you that it’s easier to desire and pursue the attention of tens of millions of total strangers than it is to accept the love and loyalty of the people closest to us.”
“When you want to know how things really work, study them when they’re coming apart.”
“One of the liberating effects of science fiction when I was a teenager was precisely its ability to tune me into all sorts of strange data and make me realize that I wasn’t as totally isolated in perceiving the world as being monstrous and crazy”
“Stand high long enough and your lightning will come.”
“He took a duck in the face at 250 knots.”
“We see in order to move; we move in order to see.”
“There must be some Tommy Hilfiger event horizon, beyond which it is impossible to be more derivative, more removed from the source, more devoid of soul.”
“And don’t forget to water the fuckin’ goldfish.”
“I’m away for a while. But there’s no cash on the premises, no drugs, and the pitbull’s tested positive. Twice.”
“If you knew enough Greek, she thought, you could assemble a word that meant divination via the pattern of grease left on a paper plate by broasted potatoes. But it would be a long word.”
“Somewhere, deep within her, surfaces a tiny clockwork submarine. There are times when you can only take the next step. And then another.”
“Whenever the media do try to pick it up, it slides like a lone noodle from their chopsticks.”
That’s all for now, folks
I have spent much of my life immersed in poetry.
I have had a long and wonderful affair with Chinese poetry of the T’ang dynasty. I studied Chinese in college primarily to learn to read my favorite poems in their original form. I parlayed that and my study of Japanese poetry into a B.A. in Arts and Letters. I also have particular favorites among American and English poets. And, if you are a regular, you know that I am absolutely nuts for Sufi poets like Rumi, Kabir and most especially, the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore.
I’m just sayin. If you want to see something really cool I recommend-
may all be sweet
Rumi, from Ghazels, translated by Kabir Helminsky
found in The Pocket Rumi, Edited by Kabir Helminsky, published by Shambala Pocket Classics
That which has no clue
At the last you vanished, gone to the Unseen.
Strange the path you took out of this world.
Strange how your beating wings demolished the cage,
and you flew away to the world of the soul.
You were some old woman’s favorite falcon
but when you heard the Falcon Drum
you escaped to the placeless.
You were a drunken nightingale among owls,
but when the scent of the rose garden reached you,
you were gone.
The bitter wine you drank with us left it’s headache,
but at last you entered a timeless tavern.
Like an arrow you went straight for the target of bliss,
straight to the mark like an arrow from a bow.
Like a ghoul, the world tried to deceive you,
with it’s false clues-
but you ignored the clues,
and went straight to that which has no clue.
Now that you are the sun, what good is a crown?
and how do you tie your belt
now that you have no middle?
Heart, what a rare bird you are, that in your yearning for heaven’s attention.
you flew to the spear-point like a shield!
The rose flees autumn, but what a foolhardy rose you are,
seeking the autumn wind.
You were rain from another world
that fell upon this dusty earth.
You ran in all directions and escaped down the gutter.
Be silent. Be free
of the pain of speech.
Don’t sleep since you took refuge
with so loving a friend.