Saturday, August 19, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/19/17

Open To Interpretation

Harem

I have a harem of lovely cashiers,
Possibly as many as too many,
And when our vast fast food heaven time nears,
Shyly as first loves we get all smiley

Exchanging over counters our delights
With ritual responsibility.
Done, we move on with our goodbyes' last sights--
To each our now owned possibility.

But wait!  Through the hot dog stand driving through
I overhear your name while turned away
And along with that wide smile from you
I now return to someone known each day.


Oh, in these random hell or heaven queues,
In some lines I find providential ewes.

DolphinWords

Notes:...MidnightMovies...rolled over to see..brb...movieLoganLucky2017 with British actor Daniel Craig a bit out of place...fun movie...I just saw Daniel in...brb...tvseriesArchangel2005 on amazon or amazon's hbo...he can carry a movie, kind of like a point guard can carry a basketball team...so he was out of place in Logan...Archangel is a cautionary tale fit for today's news...and oddly I just saw a story that statues of Stalin are going up in Russia, and some Russian patriots are threatening the European nations now free of soviet rule to not take down statues commemorating Russian heroes...one wonders what dwells under the guise of patriotism world wide...the scenes of Russia in Archangel are very cool...brb...and it was filmed in Russia......'Harem'...sometimes I just go where the rhymes take me!....oh, after seeing Logan Lucky, thought to go to old town GG for Mexican food dinner...should have, but diverted to the outdoor theater thereabout for SOC's production of Shakespeare's Henry IV Part 1...brb...yes, that was it...I left at intermission...bit cold, and I, being a bit deaf I guess, couldn't follow...I want to say Shakespeare writes poetry and the actors had no idea how to deliver poetry...but what do I know...but it was a semi pro performance...and with a lot of high school kids in supporting roles...so, a good thing...and they have no budget for stage or costumes...I'll study out Henry IV, which I tried to do in school, and that a long while back!...and go see it all the way through...

:)

DavidDavid

Friday, August 18, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/18/17

Open To Interpretation

Bucket Of Coins

So, which way tonight from here to far there
With orange five gallon buckets full of coins
For snacks, and the White Truck's gasoline share?
You'll be lucky to gird that old truck's loins.

Maya, my pet, you'll sleep easy in back,
Us rumbling to morning at the North Coast;
We'll stretch our legs bounding over sea wrack.
Hmmph, in tow returning; that engine toast.

And with luck our chariot will make it
Just in time to see the Moon's overcome
The Sun's, or at least clouded day night lit.
To the eyes, newscasts' drab less bothersome.

Go! Back and forth between eighteen wheelers!
Or stay. Panning for coins is for seers.
 
DolphinWords

Notes:...last night I had to un-stack the storage boxes in the garage to get to the five gallon buckets of coins...two....that I had saved from the Valley...from tips and loose change...I'd empty my pockets and toss the coins in the buckets and they just sort of accumulated over almost ten years!...and they've been an annoyance to haul around...too heavy to hardly lift...so I've just left them out of the way...and it was too daunting a thing to separate them, roll them, take them to a bank...or take them to the supermarket and use the coin machine...they charge like over ten percent!...so they've been sitting, and casting about where to get gas money for a trip to see the eclipse and back...google maps says it is a fourteen hour drive one way to Salem, Oregon...I thought to just put the buckets in the back of the pick up truck, along with Maya my dog, and be on our way!...but thinking it through, the price of gas being what it is, it would be awkward to count out forty or fifty dollars in loose coins at each gas station stop...then again, I thought, and 'panned' out one hundred and twenty dollars last night from a portion of one bucket tossed into the wheelbarrow...wearing my headlamp, it was an odd pursuit on the front porch step after dark...left off...just left the buckets out front...not likely anyone would bother them...and today this afternoon, when the front of the house becomes shady, I rolled the wheelbarrow back in place, pulled up a folding chair, and began panning again...it just struck me that I was like panning for gold...and it was a contemplation of Lincoln, Roosevelt, Jefferson, and Washington, with the news story worry beads my thoughts turning...it's a perspective we don't have, to touch each penny, each nickel, each dime, each quarter...and my roommates took an interest, one offered coin wraps, and the other just sat right down and helped me...no no no, I said...I didn't want them taking time away from their own time...but H. insisted, and she tells me the story that her husband had a newspaper rack job in Vietnam for awhile, and she counted and separated coins with him all the time...go figure!...her help had it all done in no time...coins separated into paper bags...and waiting to be wrapped......the last line of 'Buckets' could be 'looking for stars is for astronomers'...likely too elliptical a reach to suggest stars and planets and moons are like coins, but what the heck, I'll just make the link here!...anyway, I'll set aside the windfall coin treasure, and in the Fall roll up to the North Coast in leisurely fashion!...I've had this little one day a week job for fifty dollars for the last nine months, and it will end end of August...and after Labor Day the crowds will be thinned...so good time for a rollabout......oh, I'm sorta inventing my own Sonnet form fooling around as I have been...same as Shakespeare's, three quatrains, with envoy, abab, cdcd, efef, gg...iambic pentameter, sorta...the wrinkle I've added, is the first three lines of each quatrain are one view of a back and forth, then the fourth line of each, is response...and the envoy is 'forth'...and 'back'...'Buckets' and last post's 'Lesson' show this real distinctive as the 'forths' are in italics!...so, back back back, and forth, three times...then forth and back...ral!...

:)

DavidDavid

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/16/17


Open To Interpretation

Lesson

It's true enough, I patronize, you say,
And frankly tell me my bookish lectures
Before you seated make you want away.
What else would you expect from your fixtures?

I'm 'dull and boring' I'm left with holding,
Looking out over a long empty room,
Not accepting, this so undeserving.
You're a dolt with a tilt, a pan with broom.

You reach for me like some wounded lost thing
That you startled back into its burrow
Awaiting doom from your swift sharp sting.
Yes, you made concern her forehead furrow.

Fug head, you lost and haven't seen her since.
Not so, I see her again with each wince.

DolphinWords

Notes:I...I dunno about that one...almost like a post up note on the refrigerator not to forget milk...and one shouldn't forget Alfred Lord Tennyson...I did...and confused him with Lord Byron, which I've always skipped over...and looking up Alfred I expected to see Byron, and no, Alfred wrote the Charge of the Light Brigade, which I memorized in grammar school, and where I likely acquired my knack for onomatopoeia, alliteration, and assonance, and all, along with Edgar Allen Poe!...some poets leave their 'voice' in your head...have thought to make a horror story about that!...the Poetry Foundation's take has a really glowing biography, and after going through it, wondering why Tennyson isn't mentioned much, re- read the Light Brigade, and some of the shorter poems, like Break Break Break, and one that looks to be needed to read by someone with a lisp...maybe that was deliberate!, and concluded Tennyson is forgotten because he's forgettable, like all the contest poets that write poems on some theme the contest directors propose...Tennyson did that when in college, and won, which kind of set him on his way...and it was a long and circuitous way...but he figuratively kept winning contests, and became very successful...he earned his chops...so I delved a bit deeper, and read some of the Idylls of the King, and came to the thought that Tennyson shouldn't be forgotten!...I know my Black Deck Tales need some kind of ornamentation, and the Idylls is a marvel of ornamentation!...I find myself reading it, and thinking, 'oh, there's this and that I have, but not that and this, oh, I'll borrow!'...brb...

quote

Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,
At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,
Danced like a wither'd leaf before the hall.
And toward him from the hall, with harp in hand,
And from the crown thereof a carcanet
Of ruby swaying to and fro, the prize
Of Tristram in the jousts of yesterday,
Came Tristram, saying, "Why skip ye so, Sir Fool?"
 

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there's much to read in Tennyson...a report when I come up for air!

:)

DavidDavid


 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/15/17

Open To Interpretation
 
Sonneteer
 
Oh, to be as an antique sonneteer,
I mean distant far away Time behind
When men chased with stone tipped arrows and spear,
And only composed courting songs in their mind.

Not to discount the marvel of etching,
To send along in words not to forget
That read far away upon receiving
All Cupid's sweet missives without regret.

But to be close enough for a whisper
And from those unknown mysterious dells
Mnemosyne on Pegasus transfer
Our most delirious magical spells...

Now we transcribe to a distant mirror
Forgetful once fearless we made love near.

DolphinWords

Notes: hmmph...I was just going over some medical commentary on hearing...nowadays one can crowd source any condition on the web...the 'mirror'...clearly we are all in better condition then when we were cave dwellers...or not...at any rate, the thought came that that is how we now get our primary medical advise, by reading/hearing it off the web...we're a far cry from the days I saw the last of...the home visit by a doctor with his big traveling bag...intimacy of any sort has become a nose in a book, or lcd screen...I've thought maybe I'm going a bit tone deaf to notes in conversation...I find myself saying 'huh?' a lot, 'can you repeat that?'...I still pass hearing tests with flying colors...it's more like when someone is talking it is just too fast, like when learning a foreign language...and this I think because everyday folk don't pace and articulate their speaking like movie/media stars...this is really notable at poetry readings...I comprehend like maybe twenty percent of what I'm hearing...which isn't unusual...as poems are fashioned in a way that make for multiple readings/hearings to comprehend...all through the rock and roll era I was more taken by the tunes than the lyrics...I couldn't make heads or tales of many of the lyrics...still the case, but now with the youtube songs with lyrics clips, I can understand, even rap!...well, off to OCPC reading to muse on this...a report when I return!...so, check back...update: rolled over to the Gypsy Den and read out Sonneteer and White Elephant...nibbled on some kind of stir fried vegies, and sipped one corona beer...and understood maybe ten percent of the words of the other readers!...but everyone was a tune, and those I hear 100 percent!

:)

DavidDavid

Monday, August 14, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/14/17

Open To Interpretation
 
White Elephant

What will be...Will you be a Hindu next?
What was...Or were you a Hindu before?
What is...Maybe you have nothing for text.
What can be...I am nothing wanting more.

I must find something in common for us!
No one says it is likely we can be.
I'll try being outspoken garrulous,
"Do you want to be a Hindu with me?"

"We can reincarnate right now and here;
I can be your flying white elephant,
You fast asleep on this dream boat bier--"
So would have my evangelical cant.

Is it too much to ask of tomorrow
To offer only what I can borrow?

DolphinWords

Notes:...my dog's name, Maya, came up in conversation...Maya is named after one of the dogs in movieEightBelowZero2006...and too, for Maya, the dream notion from some eastern religion...have never been sure...notion is 'life is but a dream', 'we are the stuff dreams are made upon', 'am I dreaming I'm seeing a butterfly, or is the butterfly dreaming of seeing me'...I think I have that wrong...brb...

quote

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Zhuangzi

unquote

about right...so, so, I searched 'Maya dream' and re-acquainted myself with Maya, the Hindu goddess...brb...

quote

Who is depicted here? This relief scene from around 100 to 300 CE depicts the dream of Maya, the mother of the historical Buddha. Queen Maya is asleep in her palace under a full moon. An attendant stands guard outside. In her dream, a white elephant enters her side. This is a miraculous conception that results in the birth of the future Buddha.

http://education.asianart.org/explore-resources/artwork/conception-buddha-be-queen-maya%E2%80%99s-dream-100%E2%80%93300

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hmmph...just caught myself...I conflated Buddhism with Hinduism with regard to Maya and the White Elephant...which is actually kind of cool!...anyway, I was curious if the term 'white elephant' came from this iconography...and it may have...a 'white elephant' is a gift given to someone in spite...the spite being that the gift's upkeep is beyond the resources of the recipient...and they're stuck with the expense...the term has drifted to mean any kind of bric a brac hanging around the house gathering dust...hence, white elephant sales where folk exchange their white elephants!...don't know but I have a house gathering dust, with the upkeep driving me to distraction!...in India, someone would literally give someone a white elephant, held sacred, and so requiring the devotion and up keep sacred things require...with Maya my dog, I may be off to see the eclipse...her rough house play with me is still problematic, but of late I've been giving her baths, and while once I have her all soaped up she's okay, when I first try to wet her down with the garden house hooked to the kitchen faucet, and so warm water, she goes nuts, and tries desperately to get away...I have her cornered in a little pen I've made next to the back porch between the porch, the house wall, and fence...these three side I can enclose with a little gate Hi helped me make...it took me awhile to think of making this little pen...simple enough now that I see it, but I was really stuck how to give Maya baths, being how she's so strong, and rambunctious, and smart...she catches on right away, and if she doesn't want to do something, like getting in the jeep, she wont...and I'm stuck...so after a few baths now, she's wise to what I'm about, and on seeing the garden hose in place, water flowing, she gives distance, and stubbornly wont come anywhere near the pen--she holds up inside the porch!...try as I might, baloney and hot dogs wont even lure her out...though after a long while, she caves to this...but noting her avoidance of the hose, a wonder came...and I bought a couple of those little water spray bottles for indoor plants...so now, when she begins to roughhouse, I have the spray bottle handy...and hardly a squirt is necessary, as after a few she's caught on, and coupled with saying 'No' maybe it will imprint, and she'll leave off all that fuss...I've heard of using like a commercial pepper spray for this trick, but the water works fine...just the thought of being squirted looks to be becoming a deterrent when I point the bottle...so, so...maybe I can manage a long trip with just Maya and me!...and another idea came...I thought up to leave her at a boarding kennel...looked about for these, and most of them offer training too...I've been reluctant to hire a trainer, because of the expense, and I've never understood how paying a trainer to come to my house, or work one on one with Maya at like PetsMart, would accomplish anything I couldn't do myself...training is very labor/time intensive, and most I could see a trainer doing in an hour or so now and then would be demonstrating...anyway, thought is to board Maya for a few days in the Fall, and go to Tuolumme for a backpack excursion...I miss that...so much!

:)

DavidDavid


 

Sunday, August 13, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/13/17

Open To Interpretation

Spaced Stationed

They'll shrink your precious little gonads,
And your invaluable ovaries,
Those star sent radiation nomads
That blast away your dearest progenies.

Lost, your bones' calcium disposition;
They'll be much softer and it much harder
To want taking the upright position
Once down, heroic, just to fall over.

One would think the stars are just over there,
And they are when your skin feels the sun's heat,
Your eyes avoid the sun's baleful stare,
Or at night, telescoped, find starry seat.

It's one more hurdle that makes love curdle,
How the      to      up there shelled like a turtle.

DolphinWords

Notes: ...I've been meaning to see movieChildrenOfMen2006...and about to post up Spaced Stationed, thought to watch it, as I recalled its theme of infertility...and too thought to see again movieTheHandmaidsTale1990, which I recalled was themed that way...there aren't very many movies with this theme...brb...looked, and maybe this is the only one so specifically about such...such being the tale of a baby being born after eighteen years of no babies being born world wide...and in another dystopian future world, though presently there are pockets just as dystopian!...really a good flic, and it did get some academy nominations...another time for the Handmaid's Tale, which looks to be more of a movieDivergent tale...both these tales are categorized as science fiction tales, which the Handmaid's Tale author vehemently denies...it's not about 'alien squids' she insists...and points out everything she wrote was pegged to actual historical cultures, past and present...Robert Heinlein had a category, wiki's take notes, 'speculative fiction'...but neither tale is all fiction...as noted, one can look about and see pockets of the plots really occurring currently...now, what about the problem of infertility in space?...so far the studies are hit and miss, but it does seem to be the case that radiation beyond the protecting magnetic belts around earth will make men and women infertile...along with zero gravity...so, science fiction will likely patch this with artificial gravity and artificial radiation shields, along with all the other patches, like faster than light travel...but these are real deal barriers just when our imaginations have peopled the cosmos traveling about in space ships and such...hindsight would seem to suggest the first thing to discover in exploring the stars is how to have kids beyond earth...they're starting to get around to that!...meanwhile, an ominous rumor that sperm counts in males are declining around the world...brb...link...that to Washington Post article, end of July recent, and much the same in all the major media, and all filled with advertisement and difficult to get at...overpopulation has for years been a bugaboo...not for Nature, Nature over populates every which way, having learned the hazards of marginal existences the hard way...which is one of the curios!...how can Nature, thought to be mindless, out think us with our minds?...it's like Nature has handed us the baton, and said, 'Here, if you're so smart, see how far you get with it!'...the end scenes in Children of Men are really touching, as they overlay the travails of Joseph, Mary, and baby Jesus, along with the millions of tales in war torn pockets...

:)

DavidDavid

Saturday, August 12, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:8/12/17

Open To Interpretation
 
Straight Up
 
So, un-invited, I should not imbibe?
Tell me, Destiny, your black deck intact,
Should I offer your name, the doormen bribe?
I have few sails left to display such tact.

Woebegone I look, my book under arm,
In this crowded room that your looks command.
My appearance you think my show's worst harm;
My pages of rhyme in lowly demand.

At my table in this book fair's fable,
I continue head down on some new bit,
While the commotions' motion wobble
Carries them past without a rhyme to fit.

Okay, I'll look straight up, my book in view,
For those herding by to see me with you.
 
 DolphinWords

Notes:...reading about Charles Tennyson--Turner, I felt some sympathy...as a poet he was overshadowed by his more famous brother, Alfred Tennyson, and Charles brought some of that on himself by writing sonnets almost exclusively!...and then just up and quitting for a stretch of years...brb...

quote

Charles (Tennyson) Turner was the sonnettomaniac's sonnettomaniac, his huge output of sonnets—342 of them in the posthumous Collected Sonnets Old and New brought out by his nephew Hallam Tennyson (1880), all now gathered by F. B. and M. Pinion in The Collected Sonnets of Charles (Tennyson) Turner1

https://muse.jhu.edu/article/413063

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...that site is called Project Muse, and one must join by subscription...would like to read Charles' whole story...thinking on it made me imagine what it was like at gatherings with his brother...and that the seed for Straight Up, but after drafts it came out much different!...wish I could find his sonnets...look again...brb...oh, this site, link, opens to pdf on the computer...problematic on my iphone...probably need an app for phones...I don't understand apps...site has all his poems with extensive intro...I posted his sonnet about meteors two posts back...there were three Tennyson brother poets...brb...Frederick Tennyson...hmmph...most of these old time poets were in circles, and that's how garnering editors' attentions came about...likely it is still so...the intro to Charles' poems has a bit on how booksellers could make or break a book, and author, by simply having it on the shelves or not, displayed prominently or not...likely that is still so!...oh...MidnightMovies...watched another 'atomic blondish' series called Hunted...I think Laura Croft Tomb Raider brought these all on!...and rolled over to Regal this evening and saw movieTheDarkTower2017...this has to be from a comic book, though it has Stephan King's 'brand'...brb...it's another dystopian Zombie Apocalypse tale, and King rolled out eight novels in this tale's series probably as fast as Gunslinger reloads his antique colt 45s...Matthew McConaughey as villain talks his victims down, a word or gesture  at a time...kinda like his car commercials!...hmmph...my lounge chair neighbor was snoring, shoes off...content with having found a cool air conditioned place to nap, I suspect!...

:)

DavidDavid