DSCF4348aa: photo by Filip Machac, 29 May 2018
DSCF4348aa: photo by Filip Machac, 29 May 2018
Joseph Ceravolo: Inside Story
Like a dinosaur licking a tiger
my soul seems to be
Joseph Ceravolo (1934-1988): Inside Story, from Millenium Dust (1982)
9920: photo by Petros Kotzabasis, 2 June 2018
Joseph Ceravolo: Inside Story
Like a dinosaur licking a tiger
my soul seems to be
outside me.
This space I fit in
is even the foundation of matter.
There are things all around.
The things are matter.
I just don't know any longer
than the life of a baby
sleeping in the bed next to me.
Does this fact look
at me and see me
happy as a stone,
washed in the baby's teething mouth?
This beach, this obtainable
light in the modern physics
of night time.
Like a dinosaur licking a tiger
my soul is outside.
Joseph Ceravolo (1934-1988): Inside Story, from Millenium Dust (1982)
9920: photo by Petros Kotzabasis, 2 June 2018
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Shiva Yeshlur, 13, from Rock Springs, Wyo., jumps into the air after correctly spelling "diastrophism" during the third round of the Scripps National Spelling Bee in Oxon Hill, Md., Wednesday, May 30, 2018.: photo by Cliff Owen/AP, 30 May 2018
Children swing from a goalpost during the traditional Cossack games outside the village of Arkhonskaya in North Ossetia Alania Russia Photo @edkorniyenko @reuterspictures: image via SundayTImesPIctures @STPictures, 1 June 2018
Shiva Yeshlur, 13, from Rock Springs, Wyo., jumps into the air after correctly spelling "diastrophism" during the third round of the Scripps National Spelling Bee in Oxon Hill, Md., Wednesday, May 30, 2018.: photo by Cliff Owen/AP, 30 May 2018
Shiva Yeshlur, 13, from
Rock Springs, Wyo., jumps into the air after correctly spelling
"diastrophism" during the third round of the Scripps National Spelling
Bee in Oxon Hill, Md., Wednesday, May 30, 2018.: photo by Cliff Owen/AP, 30 May 2018
k-o-i-n-o-n-i-a.
Karthik Nemmani wins the 91st Scripps National Spelling Bee, beating
out a record 515 other contestants. Photo: @somogettynews: image via Getty Images News @GettyImagesNews, 31 May 2018
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A Space Odyssey, 2001: photo by Stefano Lista, 30 May 2018
A Space Odyssey, 2001: photo by Stefano Lista, 30 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Sam Rodgers, 26 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Sam Rodgers, 26 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Sam Rodgers, 26 May 2018
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In this Thursday, May
31, 2018, photo tourists are reflected in sunglasses on Maya Bay on Phi
Phi island in Krabi province, Thailand. Maya Bay on Phi Phi Leh Island
in the Andaman Sea will close to tourists for four months from Friday to
give its coral reefs and sea life a chance to recover from an onslaught
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Untitled {Llandudno, North Wales]: photo by Philip Jones, 26 May 2018
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A Kashmiri man prays inside the Shah-e-Hamdan mosque during Ramadan in Srinagar, Indian controlled Kashmir, Friday, June 1, 2018. Islam's holiest month is a period of intense prayer, dawn-to-dusk fasting and nightly feasts.: photo by Dar Yasin/AP, 1 June 2018
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An airborne migrant
worker kicks a rattan ball during a game of Chinlone in a field flooded
by rain water in Bangkok, Thailand, Thursday, May 31, 2018. The popular
Burmese sport Chinlone, a combination of sport and dance, is played
between two teams consisting of six players each, passing a rattan ball
back and forth with feet, knees and heads.: photo by Gemunu Amarasinghe/AP, 31 May 2018
In this Wednesday, May
30, 2018, photo, people and motorists in morning rush hour are reflected
on an electronic display panel advertising a video footage of Chinese
President Xi Jinping near the Central Business District in Beijing.
Chinese factory activity grew at its fastest rate in eight months on
stronger demand, a survey showed Thursday, May 31, 2018 in a positive
sign for the world's No. 2 economy despite trade tensions with the U.S.
China's services industry is playing a bigger role as communist leaders
upgrade economic growth, shifting it from a worn-out model based on
wasteful trade and investment to one focused on domestic spending.: photo by Andy Wong/AP, 31 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Bojan Nikolic, 15 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Bojan Nikolic, 15 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Bojan Nikolic, 15 May 2018
Untitled: photo by Bojan Nikolic, 15 May 2018
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A boy dressed as
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Naiguata, Venezuela, Thursday, May 31, 2018. Carrying in their hands
striking masks mostly animals and sea monsters, hundreds of men, women
and children went out to dance frantically as possessed by evil spirits
in an ancient ritual known as Dancing Devils of Naiguata, the unorthodox
way of the coastal towns of Venezuela to venerate God during the
celebrations of Corpus Christi.: photo by Ariana Cubillos/AP, 31 May 2018
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#goodnight An Indian man chops a tree which fell onto a road during a storm in Agra. Photo @Chandanphoto #AFP: image via Aurelia BAILLY @AureliaBAILLY, 1 June 2018
5 comments:
I think we've just had the longest week of our lives. Here among the killer humans!
Was Jesus really kind to kitties though?
Gregory Porter: Take Me to the Alley (1 mic 1 take)
Gregory Porter: Take Me To The Alley
Well, they guild their houses in preparation for the King
And they line the sidewalks
With every sort of shiny thing
They will be surprised
When they hear him say
Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their way
Let them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon
Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their way
Let them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon
They will be surprised
When they hear him say
Take me to the alley
Take me to the afflicted ones
Take me to the lonely ones
That somehow lost their way
Let them hear me say
I am your friend
Come to my table
Rest here in my garden
You will have a pardon
You will have a pardon
Oh, take me to the alley (Take me to the alley)
Take me to the afflicted ones (afflicted ones)
Take me, take me, take me, take me, take me
Wait just one minute, now. Jesus was human, and invented rat poison.
When you say it like that it almost makes sense. Like everything else about Jesus.
So did he invent it to rid his garden of, perhaps, those who were afflicted, yet - O woe, worse affliction - not human?
Perhaps for use on extermination projects there in his garden of pardon, yes. It sounds so warm and pleasant there. Don't you sometimes long for the feeling of being nestled to the breast of someone strong and large? I mean, only for a minute? A bosom friend so to speak. A bösenfreund.
Still, Jesus should have thought about adding a warning label.
"They too are your children, O Lord, why do you wish horrible unintelligible pain and convulsions upon them, for sport, as though they were toys - is it out of that boundless kindness we are supposed to be feeling when we are here in the garden, being pardoned by you?"
You so rarely get a voice in that lower register these days. Gregory Porter's something else.
That metaphysic that Ceravolo worked through in his later poems - thinking about his body and its place and the thing doing the thinking too. An odd solace there. I'm very glad there was a Joe Ceravolo.
Hold it right there, old fellow. You are blaming the wrong victim. Jesus was the rat in his father's garden. Rats are sweeties. Once before being crippled by the traffic, when still able to travel the streets, I had the acquaintance of a woman of the street who kept a moveable rat hotel, or perhaps dormitory would be the better word, in a three-tiered shopping cart, with food and water stations on each tier, a carefully monitored diet arranged in full consideration of food groups, and a cloth draped over everything, tough gal, sweet ratties; month or two later, bumped into again, enquired after ratties, she shrugged, They ran off when I was sleeping. No longer here, ergo gone. Street epistemology. But his father pardoned him by squeezing him so tightly against his chest that all the breath went right out of him. And that's why we have climate change, all these crazy restless winds. I'm sure you've noticed. You're just so much better than I am, when it comes to not letting the traffic get to you.
Duncan,
Please forgive the old coot's ravings. It takes hours for the googlies to take pity on the old bugger and put up a comment; in these twilight hours of Blogger it's all boats lowered all the time, it seems; and in this case 'twas not merely any comment, but a comment from a gentleman. So... I had just now seen yours, and replied at typically raving length, but the googlies disappeared that, too, showing that their updated democratic application of chaos theory as psychological torture seems to be going quite well, thanks very much.
The Porter track has evidently been affecting me for some time now, I ought to learn to be showing it a bit more respect, then, for the very beautiful thing it is. Those pipes. And the look - almost a letdown to learn that it is a skin condition. (!) Anyway the facial aspect, that strangeness, deepens the total profound impression.
In another performance, evidently unseen by anybody - in fact and literally, nobody at all, since last time I lookt, maybe a year ago - that aspect is diminished by distance, and distance is good, though everyone's in the dark. Here he identifies the afflicted ones, and it turns out they are, as we had expected, of the street (or, it is hinted, of the audience).
Take me to the alley by Gregory Porter at Cobb Energy, 23 June 2017
Ceravolo's acknowledgement of the body defies descriptive terms like candid, frank, honest, open, to be replaced by awkward, embarrassed, sometimes even clumsy, but never confessional; the feeling is at most times, above all, real - and much to be grateful for, in that!
Without a life at some times and in some ways troubled, I can't imagine there being an interesting poetry, in "our" time. Not that the trouble itself is ever the production, more that it's always the source of tension, the spring of the energy.
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