Saturday, June 25, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:6/25/16

Open To Interpretation

Shorts

I'm down to my shorts,
And only a card or two left to play...
And you,
You have all your cards in full array!
Oh, I lay these last cards down, check mated,
I capitulate, game over.
I've related everywhere I've been,
Everything I've done.
Only a tale or two left to tell.
I'll have to redress and begin all over!
Just tell me where to go,
What to do,
How to begin again,
And so interest you.

DolphinWords

Notes:  I suppose I could add a note to this, but that's been the dilemma all along, how to proceed without notation!

:)

DavidDavid

Friday, June 24, 2016

OTI:one poem with notes:6/24/16

Open To Interpretation

Kidnapped

Quasimodo could not have done it better,
Ichi, with Dulcinea under one arm,
Slid down the rope,
The towing tether to his slender craft
Still behind the Black Ship.
Dulcinea quiet, under an enchantment.
Ichi gently laid her below the gunnel, sleeping.
With the oars, Ichi stroked the black waves, now even blacker
From the Cephalopods' released inks beneath.
Cephalopods and Nautilus battling Black Dragons submerged,
The black waves turning red with blood.

DolphinWords

Notes:...hmmph...a kidnapping...not sure what Ichi is up to!...reference checked the Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo...wiki's take...a curio is that Hugo wrote the book as a defense of the Cathedral, and medieval architecture...Hugo had it that the invention of the printing press was the ruination of architecture...stories that had been told in stone, now were in books...and everyone learning to read words made stained glass windows pointless...who came first?...Dulcinea or Esmeralda?...Quasimodo or Ichi???...Hugo's Notre Dame, or Melville's Moby Dick????...and, and, my Pirate Queen, Dulcinea, had, I learn, from googling 'pirate queen', a real life antecedent!...Grace O'Malley of Ireland, who, apparently, James Joyce snagged for the opening chapter of Finnegan's Wake...brb...insomuch as it's a legend, I can I guess copypaste...:)

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Grace O'Malley, is an important figure in Irish legend but was in fact a larger-than-life figure from 16th century Irish history.   One of the most enduring legends about her dates from this period and concerns Howth Castle, which still stands some ten miles from Dublin City. Returning from a voyage, she put in to the port of Howth for provisions. Granuaile duly went to see the local lord, St Lawrence, to seek his hospitality, as was the Gaelic custom. She found the castle gates locked and was told by the servants that his lordship was at dinner and would not be disturbed. Heading back to her ship she came upon St Lawrence’s young grandson playing in the grounds, kidnapped him and took him back to Clew as her hostage. Convinced the ransom would be high, Howth opened negotiations for the boys’ return. GrĂ¡inne contemptuously dismissed his offers of gold and silver. Her price, she declared, was that the gates of Howth Castle must never again be locked and that an extra setting must evermore be laid at the dinner table, lest an unexpected guest should happen to stop by. Relieved at the simplicity of the demand, St Lawrence agreed and returned to Howth with his grandson, where he faithfully kept his side of the arrangement and where, even today, the castle gates are always open and an extra place laid at the dinner table in commemoration of the family’s legendary encounter with the Pirate Queen  James Joyce used the legend of Grace O'Malley ("her grace o'malice") and the Earl of Howth in chapter 1 of Finnegans Wake, but added the kidnapping of another fictional son, Hilary, to match his Shem and Shaun theme. Christopher/Tristopher is turned into a Luderman (happy Lutheran) and Hilary into a Tristian (sad Christian).

http://www.finwake.com/1024chapter1/grace.htm

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As a youngster, her father wouldn't let here go sailing, her long hair might snarl in the rigging...she cut it short!

:)

DavidDavid

Thursday, June 23, 2016

OTI:two poems and notes:6/23/16

Open To Interpretation

Nether Side

Below the Black Deck
The crew is entranced.
On the low ceiling,
The Black Deck's
Nether side as it were,
A painting is taking shape
From brushstrokes of one of the crew.
Nearby, another crew artist
With the more popular effort.
No ordinary brushes they use,
The bristles like chameleons,
And at each soft point's touch
The Black Deck responds
And depicts a tale.
Ishmael comes below to see
What's about.
Taken with admiration,
He councils the crew,
"Work needs your eyes too,
Don't make a habit of viewing these tales when work's to do."
"Who might they be?" he questions the crew.
"French!"
"Oh, from the Nautilus...
You two, what might your names be?"
"Delacroix, one word, three syllables, rhymes with Ha!"
"And you who can barely reach?"
"Fragonard, one word..."
"From the North, the Black Dragon
Flight!!",
From above, the masthead lookout's warning...
"All hands on the Black Deck!"
Ishmael commands.
The crew all reach above their heads,
And where their hands touch,
The Black Deck pearlesces,
Assigning each their combat orders,
The Black Ship's battle design.


Foraging

Along the night boulevard,
I sight a fellow with his knapsack
And his new black puppy on a leash,
The puppy sniffing, foraging for scents everywhere--
The sidewalk cement, the curb.
Arrived from the night main streets, home,
I open the fridge for the food, half can remaining,
Emptied atop the dry kibble,
Maya's, my dog's, late dinner
In the silver bowl she polishes and rings.

DolphinWords

Notes: Well, I wanted to get Delacroix aboard, and, why not, Fragonard too...the word 'stilted' keeps coming to mind!...but not everything can be poem formed 'on'...Whittier's 'Snowbound' is...the meter never failing, nor the rhymes, and both so smooth as to be unobtrusive...I read it at 'prose' pace...which is what's above too...hmmph...there's like some scale to this...the longer a poem is the more prose like it becomes...short poems often don't 'catch' the first time through, like not getting a joke...more readings are needed...Snowbound, Coleridge's the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, they trundle right along...I haven't looked at the Rhyme in a long while...brb...

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from The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel!
The western wave was all a-flame.
The day was well nigh done!
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright Sun;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
Like restless gossameres?
Are those her ribs through which the Sun
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a DEATH? and are there two?
Is DEATH that woman's mate?
 
 
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There's a bit from Snowbound I wanted to quote...brb...
 
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A careless boy that night he seemed;
But at his desk he had the look
And air of one who wisely schemed,
And hostage from the future took
 In trainĂ«d thought and lore of book.
Large-brained, clear-eyed, of such as he
Shall Freedom’s young apostles be,
Who, following in War’s bloody trail,
Shall every lingering wrong assail;
All chains from limb and spirit strike,
Uplift the black and white alike;
Scatter before their swift advance
The darkness and the ignorance,
The pride, the lust, the squalid sloth,
Which nurtured Treason’s monstrous growth,
Made murder pastime, and the hell
Of prison-torture possible;
The cruel lie of caste refute,
Old forms remould, and substitute
For Slavery’s lash the freeman’s will,
For blind routine, wise-handed skill;
A school-house plant on every hill,
Stretching in radiate nerve-lines thence
The quick wires of intelligence;
Till North and South together brought
Shall own the same electric thought,
In peace a common flag salute,
And, side by side in labor’s free
And unresentful rivalry,
Harvest the fields wherein they fought.
 
from Snow-bound, A Winter Idyl 
John Greenleaf Whittier
 
 
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Electricity was new to everyone then, and it's interesting to see how it appears in these old poems...Coleridge is beyond!

...three syllables, rhymes with bard...
 
:)
 
DavidDavid
 

 

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:6/22/16

Open To Interpretation

On The Longest Day

On the longest day of a summer sea,
An orange full moon just rising,
The lookout from the masthead,
Swaying above the Black Ship peaceful,
Sights the Black Dragon Flight,
Dark pack from the dark northern horizon
Incoming.

DolphinWords

Notes: well, OTI has been an inchworm's progress!...I must needs go back over all of it often to find the next handhold!...

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One warm summer day, when there were only animal people in the world, two little bear cubs ran away from their home to go swimming. Scrambling out of the water, they lay down upon a warm rock to dry. The sun, and their swim, made them drowsy, and they soon fell fast asleep. While they were sleeping, the rock upon which they lay began to grow. It grew and grew, until it towered up into the very clouds, with the little bear cubs still asleep on its top.

Legend of Tu-tok-a-na
http://www.yosemite.ca.us/library/lights_and_shadows/tutokana.html

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:)

DavidDavid

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:6/21/16

Open To Interpretation

The Cephalopods

Two long tentacles
From the Giant Black Squid
Beneath the black waves
Waved about the masthead, and Ned,
Leaning over the Black Ocean
From the Black Ship listing,
Heavily laden.
The black ocean surface
Roiled and swarmed
With lesser black and red
Enormous squids and octopus.
From the masthead,
Ned had been distracted from sighting ice flows and bergs
By the Cephalopods' approach
And forewarned the crew.
Beneath battened hatches,
The crew now waited
As the Cephalopods commanded the Black Deck.
For hours the stand off continued,
Suction cupped arms searching each gap and crevice.
And it was cold, light rain-slush snow falling,
A breeze making the frozen sails knock,
Icicles extending longer and longer from the rigging.
Ned's hands numb and painful...
'Enough of this!"
And he reaches for a rope, swings from the masthead to the Black Deck,
Avoiding the surprised tentacles.
Ice and snow clatter onto the Black Deck,
The Cephalopods scatter,
As Ned crashes through the rigging,
Lands upright and grabs a harpoon.
The Cephalopods pause, consider,
And one by one retreat
Over the sides to the black waves.
Snow begins to fall heavily,
The Black Ship returns to upright
Even keeled.
Ned pounds on a hatch,
"Come on up,
What are you, moles!"
Chagrined, the crew gather about Ned in the snow,
And all, all a sudden,
Stagger to keep their balance
As the Black Ship lists once more
With the Giant Black Squid draped over one side.
Arms surround, about to embrace the crew, stoic, silent.
Nothing said
But everything read
And a mutual salute.
The Giant Black Squid
Slipped softly
Back into the Black Sea.

DolphinWords

Notes: just thought to write up something with snow to beat the heat!...a fine thing for that is John Greenleaf Whittier's 'Snowbound'...I have a wonder if its anthology format was snagged by Edgar Lee Masters for his 'Spoonriver'...on facebook there was an odd poster post...a church's outside announcement board saying something funny...forget what...but the church was a new age sort...something something of the many deities...and had a curio logo...a black octopus...'oh, I can use that!' my thought...and went to google images of black octopus and squids...I think it is in Florida now, the giant squid battle scene/set for Disney's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea...it was here in Anaheim when I was a kid...always a must see...casting about, I happened on Akkorokamui, a revered mythological giant red octopus in Japan...depicted, stunningly as usual, in Japanese colored woodblock prints...hmmph...google's blogger editing program after every edit is making a new draft...after they fix this, I have to go back and carefully delete a lot of drafts...occasionally too, the boxes get a check...have to check to uncheck them, least a delete delete them!...looked to link the squid fight, but everyone's seen it...but maybe not the Sunset Squid Fight...I hadn't!

:)

DavidDavid

Monday, June 20, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:6/20/16

Open To Interpretation

Menu

Even from the masthead
The lookout can hear
Queequeg and three of the crew,
Usual sorts, shirtless,
Laughing and joking,
Sharing Queequeg's pipe,
Sharing body art,
Some of which come by natural like,
Acquired in scrapes with creatures of the sea.
Ishmael standing nearby, smiling,
As the one with a wide grin,
And a missing front tooth, relates a tale.
"I thought you'd all been eaten."
Ishmael says.
"Mermaids rescued us, Chief!
Now we're on Queequeg's menu!"
Queequeg smiles--pearlescent teeth.

DolphinWords

Notes: Menu...reference the movie, Moby Dick, Q's smile...the masthead...reference the movie 'Jaws', the Indianapolis scene, and the Sharing scars scene (all one scene, but separated youtubes...)...don't know, but I like very much the notion of 'mermaid rescue'!...update: regarding 'filed teeth'...Queequeg didn't have 'filed teeth' (kept for the pun)...thought maybe it was a cannibal thing...but doesn't seem so...it is a 'thing',  part of body modification art, and in checking, happened on story of Ota Benga...an aside, and very sad tale...:(....update update: 'pearlescent teeth'...much better, and kept the notion of 'filed' pun with the overlap notions of the Decks pearlescing!...ral...a fine drift too!...

:)

DavidDavid

Sunday, June 19, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:6/19/16

Open To Interpretation

From The Mast Head

From the mast head
The lookout sights a craft,
Long, slender,
Once many oared
But now adrift
With a solitary oarsman
Under the shade of a bamboo and paper umbrella.
The Black Ship warps aside.
The umbrella lowers,
And an inquisitive friendly face
With eyes squinting off into space--
Blind.
"Ichi!" Dulcinea exclaims.
Brought aboard,
Ichi is invited to Dulcinea's cabin.
"Ichi! Your craft?" Ishmael inquires,
"Oh!  It will find its own way to Hawaii!" Ichi smiles.

From the masthead
The lookout sights
A bulge in the ocean's surface
From something submerged
Rapidly approaching.
And a second bulge not far behind
Chasing.
With a roar from under the Black Ship's bow
A Black Dragon surfaces,
Takes wing,
And in a moment gone.
The pursuer nowhere to be seen.
"Lower the sails." Ichi suggests.
For thirty days and nights
The Black Ship drifts
As Ichi listens to some strange creature
Beneath the Black Ship's keel.
"Ready yourselves!" Ichi calls out.
A tarnished bronze craft with rows of rusted iron scales and horns, and two bulging 'eyes'
Surfaces aside the Black Ship.
The crew at the railings in wonderment.
"I know the craft" Ned Land speaks up, "having been aboard her of late.  The dead and the wounded you pulled from the blood slick sea my shipmates, part of her crew. 
Nautilus she's known by,
Nemo's craft. 
Mobiles n mobili."

From the masthead
The lookout watched
The wounded of the Nautilus crew,
Now recovered, return.
"Wait!"  Ishmael calls to the last to depart, "we're shorthanded,
And you have the look of one who has traveled much. 
What be you name?"
"Dana, Richard Henry Dana."
Ismael says,
"You're with us."

From the masthead
The lookout can't make out
What Queequeg is about
Guarding a lump under a
Tarpaulin on the Black Deck
With his harpoon.
"Give it a poke, Queequeg." Ishmael suggests.
"Hey!" A tall bookish looking fellow jumps out from under the tarpaulin.
"I was reading..."
The Black Deck pearlescing where
The tarp shaded it, fading in the sunlight.
"And who might you be called?" Ishmael asks.
"Melville, Herman Melville."
Queequeg sets the tip of his harpoon
Against Melville's cheek.
Ishmael smiles,
"A tattoo for Herman, a small one,
A whale. 
He can read the Black Deck tales."

DolphinWords

Notes: "you have the look of one who has traveled much" is stolen from the Mists of Pandaria in World of Warcraft...dragons that both swim and fly too, from wow...Ichi stolen from the Japanese samurai movies...his craft from Hokusai The Great Wave...a curio...out of all the fictional characters available, only a few seem to fit on the Black Ship...and no real today sorts at all!...I need to find out if 'pearlescing' is a word...brb...yep...a kind of glaze for glassware and such...success!...I got to ref six big kids games (prep varsity) in summer tournament...this like after over twenty years of wonderment!...there wasn't even a court in the Valley, so the effort was sidetracked, begun as it were doing middle school and kid games when I lived in Rainbow/Temecula...effort picked up again three falls back when I came back to Town...two of the games were really big kids, like state champions level...someone likely having some fun with me to put me on the floor with such, but I got through it...when one coach finally went off on me for my no calls...I'm notorious for no calls...I put an arm around him and let him rave...and had to do the same to the other coach, who objected to my not calling a technical foul on the first...with arm around him, I explained we, the refs, had been advised not to T coaches, and so keep peace in the tournament...I'm actually very good at talking coaches down...which is a good thing to have, as I'm very good at getting them excited about my no calls!...the 'from the mast head' intros to each of these reminds me of inbounding the basketball...kind of neat trick I'll add to my bag of tricks!...oh, the 'bulge' in the water isn't from, but so closely coincided with it may as well be, the hippopotamus chasing a boat in an iphone add...hippo surfaces...'taken with an iphone' or some such...I can find that...brb....iphone 'shot on an iphone campaign'...another way to inbound the ball!

:)

DavidDavid