Saturday, August 27, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:8/27/16

Open To Interpretation

Hand In Hand

Can I, with word chisels,
Sculpt you and I?
Maybe two word brush paintings,
One of me,
One of you.
Oh, scrub that.
You and I, on one canvas,
Closer,
About to kiss.
Oh, I hear you laughing,
Aphrodite.
Are my words nearing our likeness?
Pray I so,
And by your magic
We can walk off this page together
Hand in hand.

DolphinWords

Notes: reference Praxiteles...and magic kisses...

:)

DavidDavid

Friday, August 26, 2016

OTI:six poems and notes:8/26/16

Open To Interpretation

Promises?

Promises?
You won't own them,
Nor give a smidgen.
Why do I look forward?
I've seen enough to know
Not to be your pigeon.
Unbidden, I carry mine.
I would put them down
If my wings could open.

Imposition?

This conversation again,
Where I do all the talking,
What are you planning to do?
Imposition?
Yes, that's me,
In my fantasy.
Asked of me
In yours,
You say,
Who?

Bored Tongue

Time was
It was popular
To go to one's doom
For a righteous cause,
Any cause would do,
And this before
Radio TV web.
You could get tongue bored
Speaking
Blasphemy
In an eye blink.

Conclusion

One,
In time,
Arrives at the conclusion:
Don't give a damn about them
And they won't give a damn about you.

Montana

Be precious,
Like the eclipse in Montana
You are.

DMV

Be patient
When in the DMV
You are.

DolphinWords

Notes:  Promises...reference Robert Frost's poem Stopping In The Woods On A Snowy Evening...Imposition...the first three lines I had as a poem by itself...then noticed it went together with the next one...so, glued them together!...Bored Tongue...reference David Joris ...1501-1556...Conclusion...reference Gone With The Wind, Frankly, my dear...Montana...a full solar eclipse viewable from Montana next year!...DMV...inspired by St. Peter's Gate surely...I've been sent to the smog place, again...change of title:...It's smogged...Have you had it done in the last ninety days?...I think...What month?...May?...check this box (smogged in last ninety days)...a pause...You smogged it last year...Oh, my mistake...pause...Do I need to uncheck the box?...I did it...Thanks!...Fifty dollars, bring all this back with the smog certificate...of course that info, I'm thinking, was on her computer screen the whole while!...meanwhile, security asked three times if I belong to a blue Maserati...no no no, and I want to say, Do I look like I belong to a blue Maserati!?...maybe...some kid in the gym told me I look like Bill Gates...one must keep one's screaming mimis in check!...signs all over DMV saying just that!

:)

DavidDavid

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

OTI:six poems and notes:8/24/16

Open To Interpretation

Erinyes

No light matter,
Oath breaking;
False oath taking,
False oath forcing.
The furies will come.
They have no special regard
For those who swear
With fingers crossed.

One And Only

Yes,
You're my one and only.
We tease one another plainly
Arms around one another's
Others.
Or it would seem.
I said yes,
You know,
And I know,
You have it no.

Amputees

No ear tearing noises
Imperiled them
Yet.
In quiet,
Hands at their sides,
They left in falsehood's
Blackmailing trap,
Like Coyote does,
Their own gnawed off limbs.

Bauble

Love?
It's a rare bauble
To hold up to the light
And see colors and sparkle.
Away from brilliance,
Keep it close always
Though dull and common.

Demeter

Open eyed
Open mouthed
Screaming
At you Hades.
Haven't you learned by now
She's not someone to set hunting?
Driven up the tree,
I still grip, frozen.
No way I'm coming down.

Marlow

What is it, Demeter?
Oh, another daughter...
If I didn't have daughters...
I wouldn't have cases...

DolphinWords

Notes: Erinyes...reference Erinyes/Furies...One And Only, Amputees, Bauble...too about oath like loyalties...Demeter...reference Demeter myth, Demeter's dedicated driven determination to find Core, her daughter abducted by Hades...Marlow...reference Raymond Chandler's mystery fiction detective, Philip Marlow...

:)

DavidDavid

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

OTI:one poem and notes:8/23/16

Open To Interpretation

Contrapposto

I don't wait to be seated,
I wander in,
Find my place
Beside the tall windows
Across from the Sycamore.
Back and forth traffic stopped,
Time for here to there cross walks.
On dolly wheels, a young musician
Has his giant cloth covered bass
In his embrace,
His bow, encased, slung across his back.
Oh!  Rainy Monday,
Shiny Toy Guns,
Carah on electric bass
Bending her right knee inward.

DolphinWords

Notes: reference song music video Rainy Monday by Shiny Toy Guns...update: changed the title from Shiny Toy Guns to Contrapposto...see wiki's take...

:)

DavidDavid

OTI:one poem and notes:8/23/16

Open To Interpretation

Pausanias/Law of Demeter

Computers need to be user friendly,
Poems too least they astonish...
How'd I come to that, Pausanias!?
Sorting through confusing poems,
'Wheat from the chaff'.
Through the riddles' withes
I find the Law of Demeter
Not unlike you found
The xoanon of Demeter
In the Phigalians black cave,
Traveling about, eyes open.

DolphinWords

Notes: I am not on easy familiarity with old Greek mythology...this to say, words like 'xoanon', and names like Phigalians, are not in my day to day...but I like the old myth words and names so much!...I read the tales and commentaries with rudimentary understanding, but enjoy just seeing the words and names!...Pausanias/Law of Demeter started out as something about the Erynines, the Furies, vengeful winged goddesses that torment those who break laws, oaths, and such...and in reading, I found that Demeter too was vengeful at times, and read some more on Demeter, much of this familiar, and found the passage from Pausanias that I've quoted before about a cult figure of Demeter..

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 She had the head and hair of a horse, and serpents and other beasts grew out of her head. Her chiton reached right to her feet, and she held a dolphin in one hand, a dove in the other. Why they made the xoanon like this should be clear to any intelligent man who is versed in tradition.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demeter

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I just saw on facebook a quote from Robert Frost, one of those slogan things, where he says he never wrote a poem knowing how it would end...me too, though sometimes it's the other way around, I have an ending, and need the beginning!...an aside...anyway, the 'see also' lists in the wiki takes are a marvel, and I took note that there is a computer term called The Law of Demeter, or LoD....

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The fundamental notion is that a given object should assume as little as possible about the structure or properties of anything else (including its subcomponents), in accordance with the principle of "information hiding".
It is so named for its origin in the Demeter Project, an adaptive programming and aspect-oriented programming effort. The project was named in honor of Demeter, “distribution-mother” and the Greek goddess of agriculture, to signify a bottom-up philosophy of programming which is also embodied in the law itself.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Law_of_Demeter

Demeter could shape shift...taking on different human forms, or animals, or anything really...she was the Earth, and anything 'earthly' she could be...

quote

Karl Kerenyi noted,[45] "she was Earth, who bears plants and beasts, and could therefore assume the shape of an ear of grain or a mare."

same as above

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But I'm beginning to acquire familiarity with the old myths, and interleave them, and twig by twig build my own Black Dragon nest!

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Aganippe "the Mare who destroys mercifully" was an aspect of Demeter. In this form she was a black winged horse worshiped by certain cults. In this aspect her idols (such as one found in Mavrospelya, the Black Cave, in Phigalia) she was portrayed as mare-headed with a mane entwined with Gorgon Snakes. This aspect was also associated with Anion (or Arion) whom Heracles rode, who later inspired tales of Pegasus.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aganippe

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much fun...Black Dragon Pet asleep in her Black Cave...Oh!...not to skip the Furies...that would be trouble...when first portrayed in a Greek play, they 'astonished'...

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The Erinyes' first appearance on stage is haunting: they hum in unison as they slowly wake up, and seek to find the scent of blood that will lead them to Orestes' tracks. An ancient legend says that on the play's premiere this struck so much fear and anguish in the audience, that a pregnant woman named Neaira suffered a miscarriage and died on the spot.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oresteia

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In one of the songs of Pirates Of Penzance there was a lot of humming...oh, 'astonish' is a computer programming word...

quote

Law of Least Astonishment
For years, people have tried to come up with a set of laws to define what is user-friendly and what is not. Many of them involve complex standards and lots of rules; but the best law that I've seen governing program design is the Law of Least Astonishment: the program should act in a way that least astonishes the user.

http://www.oualline.com/books.free/style/c08.html

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"I never started a poem yet whose end I knew. 
Writing a poem is discovering."

Robert Frost

:)

DavidDavid

Monday, August 22, 2016

OTI:one poem,notes, one illustration:8/22/16

Open To Interpretation

Gilbert And Sullivan

Oh, if I had just known
To tell them I'm an orphan too.
Sigh,
A Pirate's life it is,
And merciless this side of midnight.

DolphinWords

Notes:  According to Gilbert's and Sullivan's Pirate lore, the Pirates of Penzance are all orphans, and in sympathy with other orphans, who, if they capture any in a fight, they release...this curio having gotten around the Seven Seas, once in the clutches of the Penzance Pirates, captives immediately claim to be an orphan, and so spared, and can run away free....and too, apparently, Penzance Pirates indenture youths until the passing of 21 birthdays...about to turn 21 years old, Fredric, an indentured Penzance Pirate, is joyous, thinking to be free at the strike of midnight, his birthday, but to his dismay, finds that years don't count to Penzance Pirates, only birthdays, and having been born in a leap year, on Feb. 29, he's only had five birthdays...and being dutiful, sets aside his hope for freedom until 1940, and his marriage plans to his new found sweetheart, Mabel (in all his time with the all male Penzance Pirate crew, Frederic had only seen one girl, the scullery maid aboard ship, prior to seeing Mabel and her siblings on a beach raid)...Mabel, like minded dutiful as Fredric, agrees to wait, and postpone their marriage...and, Fredric discards his plans for turning on the Penzance Pirates when he turned 21, after midnight...a concealed scheme, as he's not fond of Pirate life...he would show them mercy, he says...so the notion of before midnight, 'merciless', afterwards, 'merciful'...with his indentured status clarified, he remains with the merciless lot, who are gleeful to keep him!

Oh, I was sitting in a very odd circumstance, watching all this, thinking on all this...it's the scheme of an old Greek tragedy...up to that point...afterward, deux machine Queen Victoria rescues a happy ending...I mean, only the old Greek playwrights' Olympian gods could come up with something so devious as being waylaid by being born on Feb. 29!...hmmph...I went and saw the Pirates Of Penzance performance at the outdoor theater in Town's old Main Street district...where I saw Hamlet...and the seating was nuts...close to the stage was seating for 150 on folding chairs positioned on a temporary wooden bleachers sort of scaffold...very close to the players by design, as the players interact with the audience now and then...I saw a heads up on facebook to buy tickets, and went to site on web, but all sold out, except last night...tried to buy on line, but click on 'tickets' didn't work, so rolled over just before show time, thinking maybe still seating available...and I got a seat easy, and once inside, realized why...the regular amphitheater seats were all empty except the last three rows...these were high enough up to see over the bleachers close to the stage...and maybe twenty of us took seats thereabout...I could see and hear fine from there, but with all the empty seats in front that had no view, and, well, we felt left out...one fellow complained, I think..a back and forth with usher had that look...anyway, I really liked the play, the girl lead playing Mable was great, and Fredric looked the part, had a good voice, but couldn't project it over the recorded music...no pit orchestra...lot of the other singers had the same problem...sound mixers nowadays seem to have no notion of what accompany means!...I have a couple tickets for next Sunday, hopefully up close, tonight's was just ten dollars...the two are full price...oh, I'm going to have to check back to see where 'general admission' seats one...thought to give them as gifts...but it's no good to sit in the back at this performance...my stay awake one beer dulled my annoyance...that, and the nostalgia for when I was stage hand at Melodyland's Pirates of Penzance with Mary Ann Mobley, 1966 or '67...Illustration...I made a little book of basketball things, using the simple art programs back then...I'll have to put the whole thing online sometime...I'm fond of them!...fondness seems to be my criteria for most things!...even from others for me...my most hoped for response!...it was a fond worthy performance of Pirates of Penzance!...my Black Ship crew was paying heed!...Dulcinea: "Pirate 'King' indeed..."

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Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly,
Than play a sanctimonious part,
With a pirate head and a pirate heart.
Away to the cheating world go you,
Where pirates all are well-to-do;
But I'll be true to the song I sing,
And live and die a Pirate King.
For I am a Pirate King!
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Pirate King!

http://www.gilbertandsullivanarchive.org/pirates/pirates_lib.txt
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:)

DavidDavid

Sunday, August 21, 2016

OTI:two poems, notes, one illustration:8/21/16

Open To Interpretation

Continue

I'm here because of you
You're here because of me
In general
And particular
I mean
The likes of you
The likes of me
Make this place eternally
Where I am because of me
Where you are because of you
Because of them being them
We being us
Our history our future
In general and particular
Continue must.

Elephant

An elephant on the drum
Tum tum ti tum

Po8
1991

DolphinWords

Notes:...hmmph...have to figure this one out my own self...reference song We Didn't Start The Fire by Billy Joel...brb...oh, I forgot...Joel's is an American Pie by John McClean like listing...I was just thinking of the chorus...oh, and it has 'on and on and on', which Journey has in Don't Stop Believing...'like a movie it goes on and on'...and, and I was going to post them up...I happened on an old 'listing' in my sorting storage boxes...I'm not sure what to do with my old poems...reading them makes me blush and sweat!...current ones should too, I guess, but I've found the brashness to continue!...and I did back then too...this would be '91 about...I saved some of my old GEnie bulletin board posts, some printed, some on the floppy discs...have to fire up the old mac plus to see those!...oh, I found my receipt for that purchase...over 3,000 dollars at the time, '86?...included I think a laser printer, and software...oh, I can remember in detail, setting up on the little wooden table with folding leaves that was on the porch, putting in the guided tour disc...'What's he doing?'...He's got a computer...'He's gone crazy.'....I hadn't gone, I was!...In and out of the Apple Store (very exclusive), I overheard about modems...'What's that?'...and purchased one...'Just one other on your street!'...Thinking back, I wonder how they knew that?...anyway, I found GEnie, it was free, and the little modem sound became a familiarity...and I realized, right away, the lazer printer was superfluous!...I found the Writer'sInk roundtable...everything was divided into 'roundtables', and it was just text...though one could upload homemade software...'HyperCard city'...I was a novice...still am...and precocious!...after a couple years of posting and reading, and making my own topics and such, I made a topic called 'Po8'...and peopled it with characters, my early toons!...I had a fascination with Black Bart, the old west robber that waylaid folk in the foothills of the Sierra, leaving behind a short succinct poem...and I, night to night, much like now!, posted up short poems, most of them self references, and so obscure...much like now!...a posting looked like this:

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Topic 45                     Sat May 25, 1991
NAUTILUS                    at 0.2:35  EDT

Sub: Po8

Another of her electric nights--The smell of popcorn, And the vendor
wondering...
84 message(s) total
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Catergory 3    Topic 45
Message 1                 Sat May 25, 1991
NAUTILUS                  at 2:36 EDT
Oh, not to puzzle, but the poems I post here will be against teh(sic) background of s a (sic) special place...
;)
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Category 3,     Topic45
Message 2            Sat May 25, 1991
POETRY(Charlotte)             at 23:02 EDT

I promise not to fawn, David.  Maybe you stick around this time. 
 
But hey, does Po8 mean something?  Or do you want me to edit the topic header?  Normally I am able to understand you, but I'm not clear on the meaning of this topic.

Oh hell...I've got to fawn just a LITTLE.  David here is an acquired taste, but only those with superb taste will acquire him!    He's quite brilliant, and sufficiently modest, and excruciatingly elusive!  And he is annoyingly immune to brownie bribes :)
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NAUTILUS I was using as a nickname...as Charlotte was using POETRY...she was the sysop of the Poetry chat room....I could never fathom the chat rooms, or chat...I'd lurk...still so...in World of Warcraft, I'm a clam...though I must say, chat then, and today, like in the comments of web topics, was/is always bedeviled by trolls, and just generally speaking, topic hijackers...trying to keep things 'on point' is always very hard...the 'background' my little poems referred to was my work at Disneyland in the maintenance division...I was taking poetic snap shots of things I'd see...my job took me everywhere in the park...Po8 may have been how Black Bart signed his left behind notes...brb...

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When Bowles was wounded and forced to flee, he left behind several personal items. These included his eyeglasses, some food, and a handkerchief with a laundry mark F.X.O.7. Wells Fargo Detective James B. Hume found these at the scene. Hume and detective Harry N. Morse contacted every laundry in San Francisco about the laundry mark. After visiting nearly 90 laundries, they finally traced it to Ferguson & Bigg's California Laundry on Bush Street and were able to learn that the handkerchief belonged to a man who lived in a modest boarding house.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Bart_(outlaw)

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what can I say, for awhile I lived in a one room across from the China Gate on Bush Street...brb...yes, it was Bush St....across from the Dragon's Gate...:)...Illustration...a tracing of a Tieopolo drawing...used it to make a T-shirt for air brush class...

:)

DavidDavid