The Egyptian Book of the Dead: The Book of Going Forth by Day Paperback
by Raymond Faulkner (Author), Ogden Goelet (Author)
I un stacked some of the plastic storage boxes covered with garage dust in the closet to get at a poem about Le Conte Canyon, and on the top of that box, when I opened it, was the Egypt book, and under that, the first poem I happened on, was Radio, which I've since retitled The Yellow Truck, and which I have memorized and always have with me!, unlike the Le Conte poem, which is long, and for sometime!
Beneath Radio was the business license for Dolphin Word Desktop Publishing...it was supposed to be DolphinWords...and at the time, which wasn't so long ago, 1990...or maybe that is a long time ago!...anyway...my thought then was to use my Mac computer and laser printer to make a small magazine called Oranges, and I'd been trying to lay the groundwork, but got diverted...back then I had been posting to the old online service GEnie (those posts are in another box!) and had come to the thought that I could just publish to the net, my magazine, my own poems, and didn't need the laser printer....I saw blogs coming!...then, there wasn't video, music, color pics, on the net, yet, so I just kinda set everything aside, and waited...hmmph...I anticipated the 'avatars' too, like in World of Warcraft...GEnie had chat, and I could see that posters could link up and browse around together to various sites, though then I don't think anyone had quite seen that possibility yet!...even now, the potential of the 'avatars', 'toons', has only been touched...but it is extensive in the games...players link to play the games, but also incidentally visit with one another...lol...once waiting at the Stormwind dock to go to Darkshore, a toon came by named Katy Perry, and my heart skipped a beat!...that youTube of her first New Year's Eve singing is knockdown...but of course the toon I saw could be anyone, which is an aspect of toons--one can be anyone...but most usually toons' connections with their, what to call them?, us?...'masters' I guess, is trustworthy...
DolphinWords is, seeing how I have introduced the toons here, is my 'toon' from a long while back...I had a little room near 19th street at the beach, monthly rent 60 dollars, and was reading John Lilly in Mind in the Waters (there is some thought now that the Waters are a Mind!), and thought that maybe I could somehow link telepathically with Dolphins, and so speak for them...one of Muir's quotes is about speaking for animals that can't speak for themselves...at least in English, I'd add!...speaking up for those who can't speak for themselves is one of my refrains...carping about my co workers not getting their breaks being a recent dust up!...which is a problem with speaking up--dust ups...and why many are quiet...thinking on this reminds me of the trial scene in the Dr. Doolittle movie, which is very good, and a post for sometime!
Finished, my poems look okay, but the making of them is pretty desultory, oh, just plain sloppy, the scribblings of a layabout, so along with the notebook page I post some of the writing from the Egypt book, as example of hard work!...it's neatness I envy much, the artistry I mean...one doesn't need to know what it is all about to appreciate the care and attention of the craftsman....craft, things made by hand, wins out over all things, I'd say, and agree with Graves...
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At various times during the following interview, he was setting the table, correcting a manuscript, checking references, cutting his nails with an enormous pair of scissors, picking carrots, singing folk songs, and slicing beans. He was not an easy man to keep up with.
from Paris Review interview
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Presently my room's walls are decorated with photos of critters and my travels, very much in my disheveled fashion, but it's home, my burrow, my place to think....I do that a lot, and while outwardly seem one of the elephant seal colony on the beach, inwardly, well, I talk to the animals!...and I lament I lack the craft (and hard work!) to speak as well as I'd like!
The Yellow Truck
In the yellow truck, when I turn the radio on,
It's likely I'll hear a love song,
Yes, it's the truth,
Everywhere I've traveled,
I've listened to the music of the pointed towers.
In between though, every hour or so,
The news is broadcast,
Pains and sorrows,
Yes, it is the truth,
Everywhere I've traveled.
And money then, advertisements,
In between the love words,
I've listened, and while singing one song's refrain,
Anticipated the next,
Looking, changing the channel,
Wanting the little radio world
To sing my love for you,
Yes, it is the truth,
Everywhere I've traveled.
DolphinWords
ROBERT GRAVES
Do you notice anything strange about this room?
INTERVIEWER
No.
GRAVES
Well, everything is made by hand—with one exception: this nasty plastic triple file which was given me as a present. I've put it here out of politeness for two or three weeks, then it will disappear. Almost everything else is made by hand. Oh yes, the books have been printed, but many have been printed by hand—in fact some I printed myself. Apart from the electric light fixtures, everything else is handmade; nowadays very few people live in houses where anything at all is made by hand.
INTERVIEWER
Does this bear directly on your creative work?
GRAVES
Yes: one secret of being able to think is to have as little as possible around you that is not made by hand.from Paris Review interview
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Presently my room's walls are decorated with photos of critters and my travels, very much in my disheveled fashion, but it's home, my burrow, my place to think....I do that a lot, and while outwardly seem one of the elephant seal colony on the beach, inwardly, well, I talk to the animals!...and I lament I lack the craft (and hard work!) to speak as well as I'd like!
The Yellow Truck
In the yellow truck, when I turn the radio on,
It's likely I'll hear a love song,
Yes, it's the truth,
Everywhere I've traveled,
I've listened to the music of the pointed towers.
In between though, every hour or so,
The news is broadcast,
Pains and sorrows,
Yes, it is the truth,
Everywhere I've traveled.
And money then, advertisements,
In between the love words,
I've listened, and while singing one song's refrain,
Anticipated the next,
Looking, changing the channel,
Wanting the little radio world
To sing my love for you,
Yes, it is the truth,
Everywhere I've traveled.
DolphinWords
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