*** | Lublin, Polska August 2016: photo by Tomasz Watras, 28 December 2016
*** | Lublin, Polska August 2016: photo by Tomasz Watras, 28 December 2016
*** | Lublin, Polska August 2016: photo by Tomasz Watras, 28 December 2016
The Petrified Forest
years dead chunks of wood
traversing desert
did
at last chance desert stop
kid eat bad barbeque
in hundred degree heat and throw
while out window
in middle distance heat
mirage shimmer
actual dull and old
stript of all mystery
th'ancient tan and umber
chunks
rolled past
A cave bear head in the Alcove of the Lions at Chauvet. This wonderful image was created about 30,000 years ago #IceAgeArt: image via Jamie Woodward @Jamie_Woodward_, 13 April 2017
Haruspex (Out there)
The voices of children
outside the cave
in the post-dusk half-light
pretending to be dogs
crying out in the half-light
so that the grownups
will let them get a look
at the mother of all bombs
and this is not normal GAZA CITY - Palestinian children play amidst the ruins of a building destroyed during the 50-day war in 2014. @mohmdabed #AFP: image via Frédérique Geffard @fgeffardAFP, 13 April 2017
This highly stylised mammoth was finger-painted with red clay in the last glacial in la grotte de Baume-Latrone in SE France #IceAgeArt: image via The Ice Age @Jamie_Woodward_, 9 April 2017
Dhaka, Bangladesh.: photo by Md. Enamul Kabir, 20 February 2015
Dhaka, Bangladesh.: photo by Md. Enamul Kabir, 20 February 2015
Dhaka, Bangladesh.: photo by Md. Enamul Kabir, 20 February 2015
Covered in prayer shawls, Jewish men of the Cohanim priestly caste participate in a blessing during the Passover holiday, in front of the Western Wall, the holiest site where Jews can pray in Jerusalem's Old City, Thursday, April 13, 2017. The Cohanim, believed to be descendants of priests who served God in the Jewish Temple before it was destroyed, perform a blessing ceremony of the Jewish people three times a year during the festivals of Passover, Shavuot and Sukkot.: photo by Ariel Schalit/AP, 13 April 2017
Covered in prayer shawls, Jewish men of the Cohanim priestly caste participate in a blessing during the Passover holiday, in front of the Western Wall, the holiest site where Jews can pray in Jerusalem's Old City, Thursday, April 13, 2017. The Cohanim, believed to be descendants of priests who served God in the Jewish Temple before it was destroyed, perform a blessing ceremony of the Jewish people three times a year during the festivals of Passover, Shavuot and Sukkot.: photo by Ariel Schalit/AP, 13 April 2017
Eifellandschaft zwischen den Jahreszeiten | Schlangenberg/Breiniger Berg [Schlangenburg Nature Reserve]: photo by glasseyes view, 4 March 2018
Eifellandschaft zwischen den Jahreszeiten | Schlangenberg/Breiniger Berg [Schlangenburg Nature Reserve]: photo by glasseyes view, 4 March 2018
Eifellandschaft zwischen den Jahreszeiten | Schlangenberg/Breiniger Berg [Schlangenburg Nature Reserve]: photo by glasseyes view, 4 March 2018
Danger | rumble in the jungle [Oecher Bend fairground ride, Kermis, Aachen]: photo by glasseyes view, 1 April 2018
Danger | rumble in the jungle [Oecher Bend fairground ride, Kermis, Aachen]: photo by glasseyes view, 1 April 2018
Danger | rumble in the jungle [Oecher Bend fairground ride, Kermis, Aachen]: photo by glasseyes view, 1 April 2018
Eternity
The god of war assured King Arsounas, "Do not be
fooled by words. No life is taken. Know that no one was ever born, nor
does anyone die." In the violent mini-eternity of the warrior, combat is
conducted according to a ritual formal as song: no one is ever born, no
one can ever die. The left-handed rockabilly guitarist whose left arm
was severed by an RPG round at Dak To has come back to life in a part of
my body that died long before we started to patrol this part of the
river of eternal woe. His life is mine though I never lived it. The
violent backwash of the rotors is crimsoned by a fine aerosol spray of
blood while a loudspeaker amplifies the goddess' excited laughter.
TC: Eternity, from Sleepwalker's Fate (1995)
1978_4698 | South China Sea, Philippines, 1978: photo by Pierre Wayser, sometime in 1978
Blown Away
ephemeral as tinkerbell
unmoored yet not unmoved
tossed cloudward, flipped
sans volition
into the flow
going but not wanting to go
without the other flotsam
unmoored yet not unmoved
tossed cloudward, flipped
sans volition
into the flow
going but not wanting to go
without the other flotsam
2014
Needles, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 17 October 2017
Needles, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 17 October 2017
Needles, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 17 October 2017
Central City South | Phoenix, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 6 January 2018
Central City South | Phoenix, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 6 January 2018
Central City South | Phoenix, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 6 January 2018
Rio Rancho, New Mexico: photo by Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga, 18 March 2018
Rio Rancho, New Mexico: photo by Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga, 18 March 2018
Rio Rancho, New Mexico: photo by Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga, 18 March 2018
#Trump now calls the WH, "tippy top shape.” He's not just a moron, Trump is completely insane!: image via John Moffitt @JohnRMoffit, 2 April 2018
Central City South | Phoenix, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 6 January 2018
Central City South | Phoenix, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 6 January 2018
Central City South | Phoenix, Arizona: photo by Dean Terasaki, 6 January 2018
Rio Rancho, New Mexico: photo by Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga, 18 March 2018
Rio Rancho, New Mexico: photo by Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga, 18 March 2018
Rio Rancho, New Mexico: photo by Jorge Guadalupe Lizárraga, 18 March 2018
#Trump now calls the WH, "tippy top shape.” He's not just a moron, Trump is completely insane!: image via John Moffitt @JohnRMoffit, 2 April 2018
TC: This Woodman is petrified. k
ReplyDeleteThe different moments of each poem, all the work of a life reading life sharply and fearlessly.
ReplyDeletevast/ Arizona republics of more - save us from the dead horizons.
The kid's face before a table of kittens is a poem in itself.
Thank you friends
ReplyDeleteEvery kid's face before the table of life - hey World what am I getting into!?
The Thirties radio play of The Petrified Forest imprinted deeply one freezing night under a blanket in the back seat of a car speeding through the large prairie darkness... kid of course had no idea what a petrified forest was or is... making it all the more terrifying... but the beautiful rule back then was always Don't ask... thus one could loiter in the penetralium of the mystery more or less indefinitely... a vagrancy w/o intent... the loveliest thing about a universe one can't comprehend is its incomprehensibility... every explanation of any/everything only making matters worse & c as we all know... unless we don't
Whereas in case it matters (really it doesn't), the bit of anecdote in the poem (Indio) was born in another, later back seat... A De Soto...
To sip from the Fountain of Life yet then push oneself away from the table of life and say, I'm good... how strange!