Open To Interpretation
Boo
So, so
I am a ghost
That
Goes boo
Too,
It's
What
Ghosts do.
I sing of your glory
Rather than my story.
Don't think
That
Sometimes I don't
Want to just sit
On my hands
And close my eyes.
Corny as it is
It is
What
It is.
Spreadsheet
So, so
Our happy illusions satisfied,
They note in the spreadsheets
In the theater dark,
Glowing,
Millions toted
Beyond
Any comprehension
We will ever have
Of alien worlds.
Cheat
So, so
Did I lift you off your feet?
It was a cheat,
I caught you unawares,
And set you down quick,
Making my retreat.
This And That
So, so
What's beneath this,
And above that,
In our
Tit for tat?
Corn Dog
So, so
I went to the
Corn Dog Castle
Where Corn Dogs Rule
And got a corn dog
While I thought of you.
Birth Place
Ahead in the night,
Wide scattered,
The Dragon Towers
Began to appear,
Aglow with corposant lanterns.
"Where will we find them?"
Asked Hephaestus,
As his Great Eagle
Approached the
Northern Reach.
"Not a problem,"
Said Petra.
"I was born here."
And she looked up at the Stars.
DolphinWords
Notes: went to Target...dogfood, sox, milk, bread, peanut butter...weary of fast food and restaurants...I don't cook...thought is to survive on 'kibbles'...it was nearing dark, and I remembered I haven't been over to the Parks to see the Xmas Trees...I say Parks as I discovered they both have identical ones...it was a ceremony to deliver the one to in front of Main Street Train Station...my boss in Deco would go to Oregon to select one, and when it came down, Deco would go right to work decorating it...and then the ceremony...the front of the crane was fitted out with a holder, the kind a flag bearer wears, a notch for the base of the Tree...and the crane would be extended high up forward, and the hook linked by cable to near the top of the Tree...and then the creep began, from way in back of Small World, through the gates, passed the Matterhorn, and on down Main Street to the little circular park thereabout below the Train Station...riggers would walk along on either side with ropes up to the Tree to keep it from swaying...whole thing like when they take a moon rocket out to the gantry from the assembly building...very cool...so, I come out of the tunnel beneath the Train Station, and the Tree is still up, but not lit...still a little light...but just as I lamented this, the announcer announced the Tree is to be lit...a fanfare, some flashes, and all the lights came on!...have clip of this!...very cool...so, so I wandered about the Park awhile, crowded, not packed...drizzly rain...usually New Year's Eve is packed...'more than Xmas' a vendor explained...just so, I recall...but rain, and inclement weather canceled the Electric Parade...sold out were the coolest Mickey Ears...one had 20, and the other 17, and they glowed...rode three rides!...Big Thunder, Pirates, Jungle Boat...and meandered over to the other Park, California Adventure...and rode two rides there, Little Mermaid, and Buzz Lightyear's Shooting Gallery, or something...51,000 my score...really wanted to hear the live bands, but my feet wore out, so took the bus back to the parking lot...miss the old tram rides out to ones car...back by 9:30, fed Maya my dog, and snuggled in...
:)
DavidDavid
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Friday, December 30, 2016
OTI:three poems and notes:12/30/16
Open To Interpretation
Beginning
To begin here
Or better there
Just Inside the front cover?
Or is there
Just as good as here
Inbetween somewhere?
Argument
Quixote
Tell me, Sancho,
Is this not a desolate landscape
Wrinkled with terrors?
Sancho
I have no wrinkles!
Quixote
Yes, so rounded you are.
This Village is sound...
Sancho
Friendly I'd say!
Quixote
No, sound I say,
I hear a great roaring
From that cave.
Sancho
A gypsy tavern only,
Some applause...
Quixote
A Dragon's lair...
Sancho
A lair yes
If music be so
And so reside inside.
Quixote
We dismount and go see
If a Dragon there be.
Sancho
No pistols No Swords
No Heralded Armor,
The doorway lintel says
Beneath Skull and Bones.
Quixote
A Dragon for certain...
We can meet head on,
Mano a Draco,
Unembellished.
Help me off with my
Metal shroud.
Tablao
And inside the flamenco guitarists
Rasqueadoed,
Old men drummed the floor
Keeping time with wooden staves,
And a high booted gypsy
Girl whirled and danced
Clacking the black deck tablao.
Thunder it seemed
To Quixote,
Seated kindly by the gypsies
At a small table;
Sancho and he bought drinks.
Lightning it seemed,
The guitar strings illuminating
The dancer dressed in
Black pantaloons
And maroon blouse
Reflecting back
The colored lanterns
On the room's walls,
Mirrored, with bullfights.
"Dulcinea!" said Quixote.
"We'll come here often, Sancho."
And Sancho was pleased
To share Quixote's Dragon Dreams.
DolphinWords
Notes: reference "argument', the introduction in epics before each book/chapter that summarized what was to follow...early novels did this too, as early novelists thought they were writing epics!...I went to the bookstore looking for a recommended book called "Naked"...found that, and while there thought to look for the Odyssey...a new translation was on the shelves, and looks okay, but pricey...authors did up the Illiad too...left the bookstore empty handed...as usual...they're all too pricey...but looked up Pope's translation of the Odyssey on the web...found that...and this good article about it...
quote
The thing that best distinguishes this from all other translations of Homer is that it alone equals the original in its ceaseless pour of verbal music. When Pope's contemporaries praised him for his ''numbers,'' they were referring not to the fairly obvious metrical system of the heroic couplet but to the euphony he achieved within its constraints. The relatively enclosed nature of the system concentrates attention on every syllable in the line, on continual shifts in the position and degree of pause marked by metrical breaks (caesuras), on sound effects used to emphasize the careful alterations in word order.
Beginning
To begin here
Or better there
Just Inside the front cover?
Or is there
Just as good as here
Inbetween somewhere?
Argument
Quixote
Tell me, Sancho,
Is this not a desolate landscape
Wrinkled with terrors?
Sancho
I have no wrinkles!
Quixote
Yes, so rounded you are.
This Village is sound...
Sancho
Friendly I'd say!
Quixote
No, sound I say,
I hear a great roaring
From that cave.
Sancho
A gypsy tavern only,
Some applause...
Quixote
A Dragon's lair...
Sancho
A lair yes
If music be so
And so reside inside.
Quixote
We dismount and go see
If a Dragon there be.
Sancho
No pistols No Swords
No Heralded Armor,
The doorway lintel says
Beneath Skull and Bones.
Quixote
A Dragon for certain...
We can meet head on,
Mano a Draco,
Unembellished.
Help me off with my
Metal shroud.
Tablao
And inside the flamenco guitarists
Rasqueadoed,
Old men drummed the floor
Keeping time with wooden staves,
And a high booted gypsy
Girl whirled and danced
Clacking the black deck tablao.
Thunder it seemed
To Quixote,
Seated kindly by the gypsies
At a small table;
Sancho and he bought drinks.
Lightning it seemed,
The guitar strings illuminating
The dancer dressed in
Black pantaloons
And maroon blouse
Reflecting back
The colored lanterns
On the room's walls,
Mirrored, with bullfights.
"Dulcinea!" said Quixote.
"We'll come here often, Sancho."
And Sancho was pleased
To share Quixote's Dragon Dreams.
DolphinWords
Notes: reference "argument', the introduction in epics before each book/chapter that summarized what was to follow...early novels did this too, as early novelists thought they were writing epics!...I went to the bookstore looking for a recommended book called "Naked"...found that, and while there thought to look for the Odyssey...a new translation was on the shelves, and looks okay, but pricey...authors did up the Illiad too...left the bookstore empty handed...as usual...they're all too pricey...but looked up Pope's translation of the Odyssey on the web...found that...and this good article about it...
quote
The thing that best distinguishes this from all other translations of Homer is that it alone equals the original in its ceaseless pour of verbal music. When Pope's contemporaries praised him for his ''numbers,'' they were referring not to the fairly obvious metrical system of the heroic couplet but to the euphony he achieved within its constraints. The relatively enclosed nature of the system concentrates attention on every syllable in the line, on continual shifts in the position and degree of pause marked by metrical breaks (caesuras), on sound effects used to emphasize the careful alterations in word order.
On Reading Pope's Homer
Thursday, December 29, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:12/29/16
Open To Interpretation
Arribbadas
Time was there was an Arrival
At the soft sand beach at Pegesae,
This before Humankind
Began to spread
Along the shorelines
Of the Little Middle Sea,
Remembered still
At the Arrival at Phaeacia.
Thereabout, the Giant Black Squid
Spoke with the Black Ships,
Flashing skin to flashing skins,
Neon colors on the night dark
Phaeacian shore,
As the Ships, beached at high tide,
Lay their eggs in the soft sand.
One Black Ship
Was to go back to Pegesae.
The deal had been made,
Messaged by the little Black Ship,
Between Poseidon and the Giant Black Squid:
Greeks for crew
With harpoon skills
To defend against Dragons;
And for the Greeks,
Transport to the Northern Reach
To prevent the return
Of Theseus to Athens
With the Sandals and Sword.
Just so Poseidon would
Have patronage of Athens
Under King Minos' rule.
And just so Athene would
Have things otherwise,
And negotiated,
Her arms akimbo,
In disguise as a young village girl
Standing high on the beach
Before the Giant Black Squid.
She had a champion,
She said,
Above all Greeks,
And as Fate would have it,
Just now storm tossed by Poseidon;
Raft broken,
Wave thrown on the Arrival beach,
Odysseus, unconscious, sleeping.
The Giant Black Squid
Listened to Athene.
Nausicaa for Captain,
Phaeacians for crew,
Odysseus as first mate,
Athene proposed.
"No Ships against Ships."
Said the Squid.
"What Greeks do with Greeks
Is their business."
"I cannot promise..."
Said Athene.
"No deal."
Said the Giant Black Squid.
Odysseus slept away
A night and a day,
Nausicaa kneeling beside him.
The only sound soft waves
On the Phaeacian beach
Beyond the Pillars of Hercules.
In the morning,
The Black Ships were all gone,
Their annual labor finished.
DolphinWords
Notes: hmmph...reference sea turtles...reference the Phaeacian Black Ships!
quote
The palace was guarded by mechanical dogs made of silver and gold. King Alkinoos would later help Jason and the Argonauts with their trip to get the Golden Fleece and Phaeacian ships were said to have accompanied Jason on his mission.
Let’s see now why their ships and their skills in navigating made them so famous. The Phaeacians were expert navigators. However, according to Homer, the ‘ships’ were vehicles in black colour that could ‘fly’ over the sea. They didn’t have oars or a rudder, nor did they have captains to navigate them. The ships were driven by thought – they could connect to the human minds and execute their commands, and they could travel under any condition; they were unsinkable. The ‘ships’ had advanced navigation systems with knowledge of all cities and all countries of the ancient World and could navigate easily under any condition. This ‘technology’ was given to them by the god Poseidon, their protector.
http://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends/mythic-scheria-and-legendary-phaeacians-001034
unquote
ral...
:)
DavidDavid
Arribbadas
Time was there was an Arrival
At the soft sand beach at Pegesae,
This before Humankind
Began to spread
Along the shorelines
Of the Little Middle Sea,
Remembered still
At the Arrival at Phaeacia.
Thereabout, the Giant Black Squid
Spoke with the Black Ships,
Flashing skin to flashing skins,
Neon colors on the night dark
Phaeacian shore,
As the Ships, beached at high tide,
Lay their eggs in the soft sand.
One Black Ship
Was to go back to Pegesae.
The deal had been made,
Messaged by the little Black Ship,
Between Poseidon and the Giant Black Squid:
Greeks for crew
With harpoon skills
To defend against Dragons;
And for the Greeks,
Transport to the Northern Reach
To prevent the return
Of Theseus to Athens
With the Sandals and Sword.
Just so Poseidon would
Have patronage of Athens
Under King Minos' rule.
And just so Athene would
Have things otherwise,
And negotiated,
Her arms akimbo,
In disguise as a young village girl
Standing high on the beach
Before the Giant Black Squid.
She had a champion,
She said,
Above all Greeks,
And as Fate would have it,
Just now storm tossed by Poseidon;
Raft broken,
Wave thrown on the Arrival beach,
Odysseus, unconscious, sleeping.
The Giant Black Squid
Listened to Athene.
Nausicaa for Captain,
Phaeacians for crew,
Odysseus as first mate,
Athene proposed.
"No Ships against Ships."
Said the Squid.
"What Greeks do with Greeks
Is their business."
"I cannot promise..."
Said Athene.
"No deal."
Said the Giant Black Squid.
Odysseus slept away
A night and a day,
Nausicaa kneeling beside him.
The only sound soft waves
On the Phaeacian beach
Beyond the Pillars of Hercules.
In the morning,
The Black Ships were all gone,
Their annual labor finished.
DolphinWords
Notes: hmmph...reference sea turtles...reference the Phaeacian Black Ships!
quote
The palace was guarded by mechanical dogs made of silver and gold. King Alkinoos would later help Jason and the Argonauts with their trip to get the Golden Fleece and Phaeacian ships were said to have accompanied Jason on his mission.
Let’s see now why their ships and their skills in navigating made them so famous. The Phaeacians were expert navigators. However, according to Homer, the ‘ships’ were vehicles in black colour that could ‘fly’ over the sea. They didn’t have oars or a rudder, nor did they have captains to navigate them. The ships were driven by thought – they could connect to the human minds and execute their commands, and they could travel under any condition; they were unsinkable. The ‘ships’ had advanced navigation systems with knowledge of all cities and all countries of the ancient World and could navigate easily under any condition. This ‘technology’ was given to them by the god Poseidon, their protector.
http://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends/mythic-scheria-and-legendary-phaeacians-001034
unquote
ral...
:)
DavidDavid
Monday, December 26, 2016
OTI:two poems and notes:12/26/16
Open To Interpretation
Black Coin
Well,
We're the two sides
Of the Black Coin:
Springing up,
Falling down.
Place
"It's not my place,
Is it, Daedalus?"
Said Theseus.
"To join these Crones
Scrubbing this Black Deck?
Why are we knee bound
With them?"
"Bent over we
With them
Bound we are."
Said Daedalus.
"I'm a King,
Am I not?"
Said Theseus.
"Just so,"
Said Daedalus.
"And a boy."
"No matter that."
Said Theseus.
"So youth would have it."
Said Daedalus.
"Ariadne you abandoned
Like stale bread
To live alone on Naxos,
She, who saved your ass
With a clew,
My ball of yarn."
"I have my destiny to pursue,
Not some lovesick spinster."
Said Theseus.
"So youth seeks their own high estate,"
Said Daedalus,
"Young with young,
"As on occasion
Old too seek young.
Such the appeal
Of before noontime sunshine."
But look,
These old crones
Out perform us,
Our allotted section still a mess
While they rise upright finished,
Free to enjoy the day."
"Slaying the Minotaur
Was hardly this..."
Said Theseus.
"What talents I have
I have,
Theirs are theirs."
Ariadne kneeled beside Theseus,
To him appearing like the other Crones,
Their disguise un-deciphered.
And the Dodona Splinter about her neck,
Held in a bejeweled necklace
Fashioned by Daedalus,
Spoke to Theseus,
"Just so,
You will be
What you will be."
The Crones joined Ariadne
And made short work,
The Deck cleaned,
Theseus and Daedalus free to stand.
"Before you rise up,"
Said the Splinter,
"Gather around close
And shade the Deck
From the sunlight."
Some of the Crones stood,
And arm in arm
Completed a shady canopy
Over the kneeled,
Theseus and Daedalus in the center.
Present time left Daedalus' mind
To see again his son, Icarus,
Portrayed in the Black Deck shaded.
Together they were in Minos'
Imprisoning Tower.
Daedalus saw again
His fashioning of the great wings,
Assembled feather by feather
With wax and careful alignment,
Daedalus heard again
His admonishment to his son,
"Fly to close to the sea
And the feathers will moisten,
Weigh you down,
And you will drown.
Fly too near the sun
And the wax will melt,
The feathers drop one by one,
The last one you,
And you will drown."
Theseus took note
Of Daedalus' tears.
And the Crones
We're giggling young girls,
Their disguise fallen.
"Ariadne!" Theseus said.
"Captain Ariadne to you, Theseus!"
Said the talking Splinter.
DolphinWords
Notes:...reference the story of Daedalus and Icarus, and Theseus leaving Ariadne on Naxos, which has seemed to annoy everyone from the ancients on down!...there's an Etruscan jug with Daedalus on one side, and Medea on the other...brb...maybe I can find the jug...hmmph...wiki's take on Daedalus mentions it...and here I found it, I think...Medea is at one end of like a frieze, and Daedalus at the other...between a group holding something, maybe a long snake or dragon...but no, it's a "long fringe cloth labeled 'gift' "...sheesh...I really got diverted looking at the Etruscan mirrors...those artists had modern skills!
:)
DavidDavid
Black Coin
Well,
We're the two sides
Of the Black Coin:
Springing up,
Falling down.
Place
"It's not my place,
Is it, Daedalus?"
Said Theseus.
"To join these Crones
Scrubbing this Black Deck?
Why are we knee bound
With them?"
"Bent over we
With them
Bound we are."
Said Daedalus.
"I'm a King,
Am I not?"
Said Theseus.
"Just so,"
Said Daedalus.
"And a boy."
"No matter that."
Said Theseus.
"So youth would have it."
Said Daedalus.
"Ariadne you abandoned
Like stale bread
To live alone on Naxos,
She, who saved your ass
With a clew,
My ball of yarn."
"I have my destiny to pursue,
Not some lovesick spinster."
Said Theseus.
"So youth seeks their own high estate,"
Said Daedalus,
"Young with young,
"As on occasion
Old too seek young.
Such the appeal
Of before noontime sunshine."
But look,
These old crones
Out perform us,
Our allotted section still a mess
While they rise upright finished,
Free to enjoy the day."
"Slaying the Minotaur
Was hardly this..."
Said Theseus.
"What talents I have
I have,
Theirs are theirs."
Ariadne kneeled beside Theseus,
To him appearing like the other Crones,
Their disguise un-deciphered.
And the Dodona Splinter about her neck,
Held in a bejeweled necklace
Fashioned by Daedalus,
Spoke to Theseus,
"Just so,
You will be
What you will be."
The Crones joined Ariadne
And made short work,
The Deck cleaned,
Theseus and Daedalus free to stand.
"Before you rise up,"
Said the Splinter,
"Gather around close
And shade the Deck
From the sunlight."
Some of the Crones stood,
And arm in arm
Completed a shady canopy
Over the kneeled,
Theseus and Daedalus in the center.
Present time left Daedalus' mind
To see again his son, Icarus,
Portrayed in the Black Deck shaded.
Together they were in Minos'
Imprisoning Tower.
Daedalus saw again
His fashioning of the great wings,
Assembled feather by feather
With wax and careful alignment,
Daedalus heard again
His admonishment to his son,
"Fly to close to the sea
And the feathers will moisten,
Weigh you down,
And you will drown.
Fly too near the sun
And the wax will melt,
The feathers drop one by one,
The last one you,
And you will drown."
Theseus took note
Of Daedalus' tears.
And the Crones
We're giggling young girls,
Their disguise fallen.
"Ariadne!" Theseus said.
"Captain Ariadne to you, Theseus!"
Said the talking Splinter.
DolphinWords
Notes:...reference the story of Daedalus and Icarus, and Theseus leaving Ariadne on Naxos, which has seemed to annoy everyone from the ancients on down!...there's an Etruscan jug with Daedalus on one side, and Medea on the other...brb...maybe I can find the jug...hmmph...wiki's take on Daedalus mentions it...and here I found it, I think...Medea is at one end of like a frieze, and Daedalus at the other...between a group holding something, maybe a long snake or dragon...but no, it's a "long fringe cloth labeled 'gift' "...sheesh...I really got diverted looking at the Etruscan mirrors...those artists had modern skills!
:)
DavidDavid
Saturday, December 24, 2016
Merry Xmas (OTI:3poemsandnotes12/24/16)
Open To Interpretation
Cares
The Golden Fleece
Was safely stored
In Black Dragon Onyx's
Stone Tower,
Otherwise,
It would be under the snow
Covering the other treasures
Waiting on the red stage
Of Crater Origin
For Spring and the Gift Giving.
Black Dragon Onyx and Queen Medea
Were nearly covered by snow too
Having been quiet,
Resting among the empty pillars
Central in the Crater.
It was their wont of late
To sojourn alone together to the Crater
Seeking solitude's melancholy.
Onyx would doze
In and out of the Dragon Dream.
Medea felt his warmth
Beside her
And recalled her sons,
As Onyx remembered his,
There, together, snow showered,
Away from all cares,
Alone in the Northern Reach
With their only care.
Rain Drops
Oh!
Like ephemeral stars
The rain drops splash up
From the Black Decks
Aglow with the sheen of the
Colored lanterns.
Preparations
chorus
The Homeridae sat huddled
Under oil cloth ponchos
Beneath the Dodona Oak.
Rain falling falling
And they thought to warm
Themselves with conversation.
It is no night to travel...
Our prayers for safe journeys...
From tarp covered wood
They set dry sticks in the
The cuddled campfire.
Poseidon imperils
Athene's Black Ship Navy...
Two, or is it three for now?
Jason's and Theseus'
Black Ships...
Glauce and Ariadne
Captain them...
Just so, to them the Ships belong.
Will the Medea and Liz take sides?
Kannon Captains them both,
Following on to the Northern Reach...
They align with the Dragons...
And the Dragons
With Dulcinea and Medea...
Are the Dragons at war,
Northern with Southern?
Petra has yet to meet Medea...
Neither know the full responsibilities
Of Dragon Queens...
And there is Onyx's grandson
Ametrine carries...
And Aegeous son
Medea carries...
Poseidon would be patron
Of Athens...
And just so held sway from Crete
With the tribute from Athens,
Her virgins for the Minotaur.
Now the Minotaur is slain,
Poseidon and Pasiphae grief stricken.
Through Theseus, Athene undid
Poseidon's and Minos' grip.
By taking the Sword and Sandals,
Onyx and Medea have undone Theseus,
Athene's hope.
Will Poseidon enlist Medea?
Or will Athene?
Medea's son by Aegeus
Will be heir to the throne of Athens...
Poseidon has one recruit,
The Black Ship for
Minos and Pasiphae.
Recruits...
Athene seeks more...
And Poseidon will need more...
Such is preparation for war.
Colored Lanterns
Black Dragon Ametrine's
Nest was done
And towered over Ishi's Village
Next to Ametrine's cave in
The Rocky Slope.
The Flight had assembled it
For Ametrine
And it glittered with treasures.
Guided by the Flight
She nestled down on the Nest.
After a day she laid her egg,
Rested over it,
Stretched and mantled her wings,
Folded them,
Tucked her head under one wing
And dreamed Dragon dreams.
It would be awhile.
Oh, but not too long
Before Ishi's Village
Awoke in the night
To the sound
Of hatchling Black Dragon roars.
The Villagers gathered around
The tall glittering nest
Aglow with colored corposants,
Lanterns harvested from Black Ships,
And sang Dragon songs,
Pet roaring to the choruses.
DolphinWords
Notes: Cares...Thomas Jefferson had a travail, and for solace would just ride about on his horse...granted the Founding Father's estates were supported by slave labor, as were ancient Greece's aristocracy, but what a marvel of a time colonizing a new world!...Rain Drops...was looking out from Denny's window, my usual wont!, at the rare heavy rainfall, cars all dashing about splashing...rain gives asphalt streets a charm, like nightfall over city lights...Preparations...miss poking up the "authors in eternity"'s names...they too!...but when the chorus is inclined to go on and on, they'll just be chorus...always thought of the Black Dragon nests as being decorated like Xmas trees, and...well, here it is, Xmas Eve!...Merry Christmas!
:)
DavidDavid
Cares
The Golden Fleece
Was safely stored
In Black Dragon Onyx's
Stone Tower,
Otherwise,
It would be under the snow
Covering the other treasures
Waiting on the red stage
Of Crater Origin
For Spring and the Gift Giving.
Black Dragon Onyx and Queen Medea
Were nearly covered by snow too
Having been quiet,
Resting among the empty pillars
Central in the Crater.
It was their wont of late
To sojourn alone together to the Crater
Seeking solitude's melancholy.
Onyx would doze
In and out of the Dragon Dream.
Medea felt his warmth
Beside her
And recalled her sons,
As Onyx remembered his,
There, together, snow showered,
Away from all cares,
Alone in the Northern Reach
With their only care.
Rain Drops
Oh!
Like ephemeral stars
The rain drops splash up
From the Black Decks
Aglow with the sheen of the
Colored lanterns.
Preparations
chorus
The Homeridae sat huddled
Under oil cloth ponchos
Beneath the Dodona Oak.
Rain falling falling
And they thought to warm
Themselves with conversation.
It is no night to travel...
Our prayers for safe journeys...
From tarp covered wood
They set dry sticks in the
The cuddled campfire.
Poseidon imperils
Athene's Black Ship Navy...
Two, or is it three for now?
Jason's and Theseus'
Black Ships...
Glauce and Ariadne
Captain them...
Just so, to them the Ships belong.
Will the Medea and Liz take sides?
Kannon Captains them both,
Following on to the Northern Reach...
They align with the Dragons...
And the Dragons
With Dulcinea and Medea...
Are the Dragons at war,
Northern with Southern?
Petra has yet to meet Medea...
Neither know the full responsibilities
Of Dragon Queens...
And there is Onyx's grandson
Ametrine carries...
And Aegeous son
Medea carries...
Poseidon would be patron
Of Athens...
And just so held sway from Crete
With the tribute from Athens,
Her virgins for the Minotaur.
Now the Minotaur is slain,
Poseidon and Pasiphae grief stricken.
Through Theseus, Athene undid
Poseidon's and Minos' grip.
By taking the Sword and Sandals,
Onyx and Medea have undone Theseus,
Athene's hope.
Will Poseidon enlist Medea?
Or will Athene?
Medea's son by Aegeus
Will be heir to the throne of Athens...
Poseidon has one recruit,
The Black Ship for
Minos and Pasiphae.
Recruits...
Athene seeks more...
And Poseidon will need more...
Such is preparation for war.
Colored Lanterns
Black Dragon Ametrine's
Nest was done
And towered over Ishi's Village
Next to Ametrine's cave in
The Rocky Slope.
The Flight had assembled it
For Ametrine
And it glittered with treasures.
Guided by the Flight
She nestled down on the Nest.
After a day she laid her egg,
Rested over it,
Stretched and mantled her wings,
Folded them,
Tucked her head under one wing
And dreamed Dragon dreams.
It would be awhile.
Oh, but not too long
Before Ishi's Village
Awoke in the night
To the sound
Of hatchling Black Dragon roars.
The Villagers gathered around
The tall glittering nest
Aglow with colored corposants,
Lanterns harvested from Black Ships,
And sang Dragon songs,
Pet roaring to the choruses.
DolphinWords
Notes: Cares...Thomas Jefferson had a travail, and for solace would just ride about on his horse...granted the Founding Father's estates were supported by slave labor, as were ancient Greece's aristocracy, but what a marvel of a time colonizing a new world!...Rain Drops...was looking out from Denny's window, my usual wont!, at the rare heavy rainfall, cars all dashing about splashing...rain gives asphalt streets a charm, like nightfall over city lights...Preparations...miss poking up the "authors in eternity"'s names...they too!...but when the chorus is inclined to go on and on, they'll just be chorus...always thought of the Black Dragon nests as being decorated like Xmas trees, and...well, here it is, Xmas Eve!...Merry Christmas!
:)
DavidDavid
Thursday, December 22, 2016
OTI:two poems and notes:12/22/16
Open To Interpretation
Pi
Oh!
Am I Pi?
A jumble of types
Thrown together,
Or just piebald,
You and I?
Some think it remiss
To be pied pipers.
What do they know?
Certainly not all our tunes!
Ametrine
The pain of his crushed hands
Drove Hephaestus to his knees,
And Petra commanded Pet
To stand back
As she and Kannon rushed
To comfort Hephaestus.
With each of his hands
In one of theirs,
The pain was gone.
"Some repair we can do,
But your fingers will
Have an awkwardness."
Said Kannon.
Hephaestus flexed his hands,
"An appropriate reminder
And caution,
Black Dragons are not to be
Messed with."
Hephaestus said.
"I must be off to warn Medea."
Black Dragon Pet
Approached Hephaestus
Astride his Great Eagle.
"Wait!" said Pet.
"I have a message for
Black Dragon Onyx.
Tell Onyx I carry
Black Dragon Ametrine's son."
Petra stood before Pet,
Arms akimbo.
"How so?"
Pet lowered herself
To gaze at Petra.
"Ametrine fell to the Black Waves
In the battle with your Black Ship."
Petra considered,
"Then, it was no trade deal
With Nemo
When you snatched me
From the Nautilus' deck?"
"Then," said Pet,
"I flew with the Northern Flight
In an alliance of marriage
To bring peace between the Flights.
Black Dragons are by nature
Quarrelsome,
It is why we seek rule by you,
Queen Petra.
You slew my mate."
"By no singular intention!"
Said Petra, tear stricken.
"Just so I know.
Then, grief stricken,
I sought revenge,
And before the Southern Flight
To deliver you to judgment."
Said Pet.
"Why didn't,
Why didn't you just eat me?"
Asked Petra.
"Black Ship Captains
Are sacrosanct,
An old Tale,
An old deal
Between Black Dragons,
Black Ships,
The Cephalopods
And the Giant Black Squid,
A history older than Humankind."
Said Pet.
"So I am learning,"
Said Petra.
"What is your Dragon Name, Pet?"
"Dragons take the name
Of their fallen mate." said Pet.
"Now I am called
Black Dragon Ametrine.
Black Dragons never fall."
"Black Ships,"
Petra said,
"Black Ships have an abhorrence
Of Black Dragons."
"Yes," said Pet,
"They live submerged when young.
With fondness I remember
The pursuits in the ink
Of the deep sea
When I was young too.
Grown up, afloat,
Sailing about,
They are a terror to a single Black Dragon.
Even to a Flight
They are problematic.
It is by your dispensation,
Queen Petra,
I can stand on a Black Deck.
And I must be off alone awhile."
"How so?" said Petra,
Fearful of a rift
Between her and Pet.
"Maternal things,
Dragon stuff." said Ametrine.
"You need me to see?" said Petra.
"The Flight will shepherd me,
Their hope for peace
With the Northern Flight."
Said Ametrine.
"I am Queen Petra, still?"
Said Petra.
"Yes, and
I am Black Dragon Pet, still."
Said Pet.
Dragons of the Flight
Neared Black Ship Liz,
And Ametrine joined them
To return to Nevermore.
"You and your ilk
Are not to be trusted,
Hephaestus," said Petra.
"And your Greeks,
Your headlong rush,
Will bring grief to the
Northern Reach."
She stood up to
Hephaestus on his Eagle.
"What to do..."
"Black Ships Medea and Liz
Are with me." said Kannon.
"Go, make sure
Black Dragon Onyx
Hears Pet's message."
"Make room!"
Petra said,
And seated herself
In front of Hephaestus
On the Great Eagle's neck.
DolphinWords
Notes: it's late, and it's raining lots!...I made an update to 12/17 post...Ariadne disguised herself as an old woman, left Naxos, followed Theseus to Athens, and so now is the Captain of that Black Ship...she took with an entourage...disguised too as old women, they now crew the Black Ship...Theseus is a fug head, and abandoned Ariadne on Naxos as she is much older than he...Minos searches for her, angry with her and
Daedalus for the ball of yarn deceit, and seeks revenge on Athens, along with Pasiphae, for the death of Pasiphae's son, the Minotaur, rumored to be fathered by Poseidon...oh, I should give this to the Dodona Oak Chorus!
:)
DavidDavid
Pi
Oh!
Am I Pi?
A jumble of types
Thrown together,
Or just piebald,
You and I?
Some think it remiss
To be pied pipers.
What do they know?
Certainly not all our tunes!
Ametrine
The pain of his crushed hands
Drove Hephaestus to his knees,
And Petra commanded Pet
To stand back
As she and Kannon rushed
To comfort Hephaestus.
With each of his hands
In one of theirs,
The pain was gone.
"Some repair we can do,
But your fingers will
Have an awkwardness."
Said Kannon.
Hephaestus flexed his hands,
"An appropriate reminder
And caution,
Black Dragons are not to be
Messed with."
Hephaestus said.
"I must be off to warn Medea."
Black Dragon Pet
Approached Hephaestus
Astride his Great Eagle.
"Wait!" said Pet.
"I have a message for
Black Dragon Onyx.
Tell Onyx I carry
Black Dragon Ametrine's son."
Petra stood before Pet,
Arms akimbo.
"How so?"
Pet lowered herself
To gaze at Petra.
"Ametrine fell to the Black Waves
In the battle with your Black Ship."
Petra considered,
"Then, it was no trade deal
With Nemo
When you snatched me
From the Nautilus' deck?"
"Then," said Pet,
"I flew with the Northern Flight
In an alliance of marriage
To bring peace between the Flights.
Black Dragons are by nature
Quarrelsome,
It is why we seek rule by you,
Queen Petra.
You slew my mate."
"By no singular intention!"
Said Petra, tear stricken.
"Just so I know.
Then, grief stricken,
I sought revenge,
And before the Southern Flight
To deliver you to judgment."
Said Pet.
"Why didn't,
Why didn't you just eat me?"
Asked Petra.
"Black Ship Captains
Are sacrosanct,
An old Tale,
An old deal
Between Black Dragons,
Black Ships,
The Cephalopods
And the Giant Black Squid,
A history older than Humankind."
Said Pet.
"So I am learning,"
Said Petra.
"What is your Dragon Name, Pet?"
"Dragons take the name
Of their fallen mate." said Pet.
"Now I am called
Black Dragon Ametrine.
Black Dragons never fall."
"Black Ships,"
Petra said,
"Black Ships have an abhorrence
Of Black Dragons."
"Yes," said Pet,
"They live submerged when young.
With fondness I remember
The pursuits in the ink
Of the deep sea
When I was young too.
Grown up, afloat,
Sailing about,
They are a terror to a single Black Dragon.
Even to a Flight
They are problematic.
It is by your dispensation,
Queen Petra,
I can stand on a Black Deck.
And I must be off alone awhile."
"How so?" said Petra,
Fearful of a rift
Between her and Pet.
"Maternal things,
Dragon stuff." said Ametrine.
"You need me to see?" said Petra.
"The Flight will shepherd me,
Their hope for peace
With the Northern Flight."
Said Ametrine.
"I am Queen Petra, still?"
Said Petra.
"Yes, and
I am Black Dragon Pet, still."
Said Pet.
Dragons of the Flight
Neared Black Ship Liz,
And Ametrine joined them
To return to Nevermore.
"You and your ilk
Are not to be trusted,
Hephaestus," said Petra.
"And your Greeks,
Your headlong rush,
Will bring grief to the
Northern Reach."
She stood up to
Hephaestus on his Eagle.
"What to do..."
"Black Ships Medea and Liz
Are with me." said Kannon.
"Go, make sure
Black Dragon Onyx
Hears Pet's message."
"Make room!"
Petra said,
And seated herself
In front of Hephaestus
On the Great Eagle's neck.
DolphinWords
Notes: it's late, and it's raining lots!...I made an update to 12/17 post...Ariadne disguised herself as an old woman, left Naxos, followed Theseus to Athens, and so now is the Captain of that Black Ship...she took with an entourage...disguised too as old women, they now crew the Black Ship...Theseus is a fug head, and abandoned Ariadne on Naxos as she is much older than he...Minos searches for her, angry with her and
Daedalus for the ball of yarn deceit, and seeks revenge on Athens, along with Pasiphae, for the death of Pasiphae's son, the Minotaur, rumored to be fathered by Poseidon...oh, I should give this to the Dodona Oak Chorus!
:)
DavidDavid
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
OTI:two poems and notes:12/20/16
Open To Interpretation
Lesson
Why gamble?
If I lose
It's a lesson
I've paid for.
Little
The Cephalopods
Shoaled around the
Giant Black Squid
Just Beyond
The Pillars of Hercules
And waited.
Noted and saluted
Was the passage of the keel
Of Ariadne's Black Ship.
Soon after arrived
The little Black Ship,
No longer than a forearm,
Submerged like all
Juvenile Black Ships
Before they take to
The ocean's surface and sail.
Squid like, octopus like,
It presented before
The Giant Black Squid
And the gathered Pods,
Its black skin
Black as the deepest depths,
Just where such skin
Feeds on detritus of the
Sea creatures of the sunlight.
The tips of its eight arms
Pearlesced, glowed,
Announced to the Giant Black Squid.
The Giant Black Squid
Watched,
Listened as it were,
And was wary,
Even little Black Ships
Have lightning stings,
And Black Ships are temperamental.
Finished,
The little Ship's great red eyes
Regarded the Giant Black Squid's
Response rippling
Black Light colors
Over all its body:
Poseidon is to have his wish,
A Black Ship for Pasiphae
And King Minos.
Message delivered
Message received
The little messenger
Turned to return
Through the Pillars
To Poseidon's little sea.
DolphinWords
Notes: reference: BDT poem The Cephalopods and...
quote
The vampire squid can reach a maximum total length c. 30 cm (0.98 ft). Its 15-cm (6-in) gelatinous body varies in colour from velvety jet-black to pale reddish, depending on location and lighting conditions. A webbing of skin connects its eight arms, each lined with rows of fleshy spines or cirri; the inner side of this "cloak" is black. Only the distal half (farthest from the body) of the arms have suckers. Its limpid, globular eyes, which appear red or blue, depending on lighting, are proportionately the largest in the animal kingdom at 2.5 cm (0.98 in) in diameter.[1] The animal's dark colour, cloak-like webbing, and red eyes give the vampire squid its name — it does not feed on blood.[2]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_squid
unquote
ral...
:)
DavidDavid
Lesson
Why gamble?
If I lose
It's a lesson
I've paid for.
Little
The Cephalopods
Shoaled around the
Giant Black Squid
Just Beyond
The Pillars of Hercules
And waited.
Noted and saluted
Was the passage of the keel
Of Ariadne's Black Ship.
Soon after arrived
The little Black Ship,
No longer than a forearm,
Submerged like all
Juvenile Black Ships
Before they take to
The ocean's surface and sail.
Squid like, octopus like,
It presented before
The Giant Black Squid
And the gathered Pods,
Its black skin
Black as the deepest depths,
Just where such skin
Feeds on detritus of the
Sea creatures of the sunlight.
The tips of its eight arms
Pearlesced, glowed,
Announced to the Giant Black Squid.
The Giant Black Squid
Watched,
Listened as it were,
And was wary,
Even little Black Ships
Have lightning stings,
And Black Ships are temperamental.
Finished,
The little Ship's great red eyes
Regarded the Giant Black Squid's
Response rippling
Black Light colors
Over all its body:
Poseidon is to have his wish,
A Black Ship for Pasiphae
And King Minos.
Message delivered
Message received
The little messenger
Turned to return
Through the Pillars
To Poseidon's little sea.
DolphinWords
Notes: reference: BDT poem The Cephalopods and...
quote
The vampire squid can reach a maximum total length c. 30 cm (0.98 ft). Its 15-cm (6-in) gelatinous body varies in colour from velvety jet-black to pale reddish, depending on location and lighting conditions. A webbing of skin connects its eight arms, each lined with rows of fleshy spines or cirri; the inner side of this "cloak" is black. Only the distal half (farthest from the body) of the arms have suckers. Its limpid, globular eyes, which appear red or blue, depending on lighting, are proportionately the largest in the animal kingdom at 2.5 cm (0.98 in) in diameter.[1] The animal's dark colour, cloak-like webbing, and red eyes give the vampire squid its name — it does not feed on blood.[2]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_squid
unquote
ral...
:)
DavidDavid
Saturday, December 17, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:12/17/16
Open To Interpretation
Piraeus
Inside the ship sheds
Workmen's voices echoed loud
Under the roofs
And over the dark water
And dank stone quays and bollards.
Theseus' ship, mast lowered,
Tied up, and
Theseus and Daedalus
Followed on after the crew
Descending the gangplank.
Ascending were the old women slaves
With their buckets and brushes
And whatnot for cleaning
And restoring and refurbishing
Ships of the Athenian Navy
When harbored at Piraeus.
It was the old women's
Expertise and their employment
When not laying out the dead.
"What manner of ship is it, Daedalus?"
Asked Theseus,
Shouting and dodging the old women.
"I don't know." said Daedalus.
They passed out from under
The roof of the ship shed
And into sunlight and the
Sound of calling Gulls
And croaking Ravens
Swarming the rigging
Of the Black Ship
Theseus had towed back to
Piraeus from the soft sand beach
At Pegasae.
"The graves, they were Medea's and Jason's sons."
Said Theseus.
"Was it Jason's bones beneath the
Argo's prow?"
"I think not." said Daedalus.
"Medea spun the prophetic rumor
He would die so."
"Just so she addled my father Aegeus' mind."
Said Theseus.
"Rumor in Athens has it you killed him
To become king." said Daedalus.
"Not so." Said Theseus. "I caught out his spies,
Sent to watch and assure him
The Minotaur had eaten us.
They confessed that Aegeus
Had been forewarned by Medea
Of plotting by me to poison him at banquet.
So in turn,
He plotted my doom in the Labyrinth."
"So all Athens now thinks."
Said Daedalus.
"I am their rightful king,
Son of Aegeus." said Theseus.
"Son of Poseidon, the Council thinks,"
Said Daedalus,
"And will have no truck
With a half mortal half immortal."
"Am I so, Daedalus?" asked Theseus.
"I don't know." said Daedalus.
"I don't know either," said Theseus.
"This festering sliver in my hand
Seems to say I'm all Athenian,
Prone to mortal pain."
"The Argo's fallen prow was
Absent the talking plank of Dodona."
Said Daedalus.
"My hands cut too from digging
Through the rotting wood
Where the prow once held it."
"Athens thinks me a patricide,
Throwing Aegeus over the cliff
On my return." said Theseus.
"Just so." said Daedalus.
"But it wasn't so!" said Theseus,
"I startled him,
Arriving at the cliff top
In my hurry
To set right what Medea had set wrong.
He slipped and fell."
"Athens thinks a push." said Daedalus.
"His attendants saw true!" said Theseus.
"But so many opposed
Have bent the attendants' memory,
Least they find themselves in my plight.
At every turn
Things conspire against me.
So things have been
Since Medea and her Black Dragon
Took the sandals and sword,
Athens' and Aegeus'
Royal heirlooms.
I'm no coward, Daedalus,
But I cowered before her Dragon
When he breathed fire at my head.
I had never known the like."
"Medea bears Aegeus' son." said Daedalus.
"And I am king
And this I know
Though no one else agree." said Theseus.
The Black Ship
Shown like a star spangled night
In the sunlight
Moored before
The tall white marble Piraeus Lions,
Guardians of the Harbor.
"I need to retrieve the sandals and sword."
Said Theseus,
"Maybe this strange ship is the means."
Daedalus and Theseus climbed aboard.
"Holy shit!" said Daedalus,
"The deck is a mess."
"The old women on my ship!"
Theseus shouted out to the workers on the dock,
"Bring them here!"
"An improvement,"
Said Daedalus, kneeling on the Black Deck,
Much work by the women having been done.
"Don't know but I feel a compulsion
To join the women on my knees
To see closer the marvel of this black surface."
"I as well!" said Theseus, and joined
Daedalus crouched.
The women laughed to see them so.
"Am I to drown in shit?"
Theseus heard his hand
With the splinter say
As he scrubbed the Black Deck.
"What marvel is this, Daedalus?"
Said Theseus, holding up his injured hand.
"Success!" Daedalus said.
"You've come away from the Argo's prow
With a fragment of the talking plank!"
One old woman nearby overheard,
And said,
"I can remove the splinter,
Many such I've taken from the war torn."
Theseus offered her his hand,
And she washed the wound clean,
Working the splinter free with a long needle.
And the splinter spoke to the old woman,
"In thanks I am yours
To wear about your neck,
An amulet,
And this ship to sail as well
Beneath your feet and yours."
And all the old women
Rose to their feet,
The cleaning task complete.
The Black Ship pulled at its mooring
As the women crewed the rigging
And set the Black Sails.
"To you I'll speak,"
The Splinter continued,
"But it is for Theseus to understand.
He misunderstands you as an old woman
Ariadne, such is your disguise,
So you will be known for all women
Who are abandoned with age, neglected.
Theseus will know you
As Captain of this Black Ship.
In your cabin is clothing for you
And your crew.
Theseus is your first mate,
And his quest to complete:
Retrieve the Sandals and Sword
From beyond the Pillars of Hercules."
The Black Ship, set free from its mooring
Before the White Marble Lions,
Galloped across the Aegean.
DolphinWords
Notes: oh, I did this whole bit just to work into the Tale the harbor at Piraeus, and the Piraeus Lions!
quote
The statue, which is made of white marble and stands some 3 m (9 ft.) high, is particularly noteworthy for having been defaced some time in the second half of the 11th century by Scandinavians who carved two lengthy runic inscriptions into the shoulders and flanks of the lion.[6] The runes are carved in the shape of an elaborate lindworm dragon-headed scroll, in much the same style as on runestones in Scandinavia.[7] The carvers of the runes were almost certainly Varangians, Scandinavian mercenaries in the service of the Byzantine (Eastern Roman) Emperor.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piraeus_Lion
unquote
and...
quote
In the Middle Ages, the port was usually called by the Venetians the "port of Sithines" (that is, of Athens) and in the 14th century, the name "Lion" is first attested, after the colossal ancient sculpture of a lion, the Piraeus Lion, which stood at the harbor's entrance. This later become Porto Leone (Πόρτο Λεόνε).[12] It was also called Porto Drako (Πόρτο Δράκο) by Greeks, drako meaning not just "dragon", but any monster.[13]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piraeus
unquote
update 12/22...I missed something...I didn't realize Ariadne was among the old women disguised...I had thought to just name the one to be Captain and carry the splinter Ariadne, after Ariadne, who was abandoned by Theseus on Naxos...but that didn't work...so made a change which works much better with this:
The Splinter continued,
"But it is for Theseus to understand.
He misunderstands you as an old woman
Ariadne, such is your disguise,
So you will be known for all women
Who are abandoned with age, neglected.
Theseus will know you
As Captain of this Black Ship.
:)
DavidDavid
Piraeus
Inside the ship sheds
Workmen's voices echoed loud
Under the roofs
And over the dark water
And dank stone quays and bollards.
Theseus' ship, mast lowered,
Tied up, and
Theseus and Daedalus
Followed on after the crew
Descending the gangplank.
Ascending were the old women slaves
With their buckets and brushes
And whatnot for cleaning
And restoring and refurbishing
Ships of the Athenian Navy
When harbored at Piraeus.
It was the old women's
Expertise and their employment
When not laying out the dead.
"What manner of ship is it, Daedalus?"
Asked Theseus,
Shouting and dodging the old women.
"I don't know." said Daedalus.
They passed out from under
The roof of the ship shed
And into sunlight and the
Sound of calling Gulls
And croaking Ravens
Swarming the rigging
Of the Black Ship
Theseus had towed back to
Piraeus from the soft sand beach
At Pegasae.
"The graves, they were Medea's and Jason's sons."
Said Theseus.
"Was it Jason's bones beneath the
Argo's prow?"
"I think not." said Daedalus.
"Medea spun the prophetic rumor
He would die so."
"Just so she addled my father Aegeus' mind."
Said Theseus.
"Rumor in Athens has it you killed him
To become king." said Daedalus.
"Not so." Said Theseus. "I caught out his spies,
Sent to watch and assure him
The Minotaur had eaten us.
They confessed that Aegeus
Had been forewarned by Medea
Of plotting by me to poison him at banquet.
So in turn,
He plotted my doom in the Labyrinth."
"So all Athens now thinks."
Said Daedalus.
"I am their rightful king,
Son of Aegeus." said Theseus.
"Son of Poseidon, the Council thinks,"
Said Daedalus,
"And will have no truck
With a half mortal half immortal."
"Am I so, Daedalus?" asked Theseus.
"I don't know." said Daedalus.
"I don't know either," said Theseus.
"This festering sliver in my hand
Seems to say I'm all Athenian,
Prone to mortal pain."
"The Argo's fallen prow was
Absent the talking plank of Dodona."
Said Daedalus.
"My hands cut too from digging
Through the rotting wood
Where the prow once held it."
"Athens thinks me a patricide,
Throwing Aegeus over the cliff
On my return." said Theseus.
"Just so." said Daedalus.
"But it wasn't so!" said Theseus,
"I startled him,
Arriving at the cliff top
In my hurry
To set right what Medea had set wrong.
He slipped and fell."
"Athens thinks a push." said Daedalus.
"His attendants saw true!" said Theseus.
"But so many opposed
Have bent the attendants' memory,
Least they find themselves in my plight.
At every turn
Things conspire against me.
So things have been
Since Medea and her Black Dragon
Took the sandals and sword,
Athens' and Aegeus'
Royal heirlooms.
I'm no coward, Daedalus,
But I cowered before her Dragon
When he breathed fire at my head.
I had never known the like."
"Medea bears Aegeus' son." said Daedalus.
"And I am king
And this I know
Though no one else agree." said Theseus.
The Black Ship
Shown like a star spangled night
In the sunlight
Moored before
The tall white marble Piraeus Lions,
Guardians of the Harbor.
"I need to retrieve the sandals and sword."
Said Theseus,
"Maybe this strange ship is the means."
Daedalus and Theseus climbed aboard.
"Holy shit!" said Daedalus,
"The deck is a mess."
"The old women on my ship!"
Theseus shouted out to the workers on the dock,
"Bring them here!"
"An improvement,"
Said Daedalus, kneeling on the Black Deck,
Much work by the women having been done.
"Don't know but I feel a compulsion
To join the women on my knees
To see closer the marvel of this black surface."
"I as well!" said Theseus, and joined
Daedalus crouched.
The women laughed to see them so.
"Am I to drown in shit?"
Theseus heard his hand
With the splinter say
As he scrubbed the Black Deck.
"What marvel is this, Daedalus?"
Said Theseus, holding up his injured hand.
"Success!" Daedalus said.
"You've come away from the Argo's prow
With a fragment of the talking plank!"
One old woman nearby overheard,
And said,
"I can remove the splinter,
Many such I've taken from the war torn."
Theseus offered her his hand,
And she washed the wound clean,
Working the splinter free with a long needle.
And the splinter spoke to the old woman,
"In thanks I am yours
To wear about your neck,
An amulet,
And this ship to sail as well
Beneath your feet and yours."
And all the old women
Rose to their feet,
The cleaning task complete.
The Black Ship pulled at its mooring
As the women crewed the rigging
And set the Black Sails.
"To you I'll speak,"
The Splinter continued,
"But it is for Theseus to understand.
He misunderstands you as an old woman
Ariadne, such is your disguise,
So you will be known for all women
Who are abandoned with age, neglected.
Theseus will know you
As Captain of this Black Ship.
In your cabin is clothing for you
And your crew.
Theseus is your first mate,
And his quest to complete:
Retrieve the Sandals and Sword
From beyond the Pillars of Hercules."
The Black Ship, set free from its mooring
Before the White Marble Lions,
Galloped across the Aegean.
DolphinWords
Notes: oh, I did this whole bit just to work into the Tale the harbor at Piraeus, and the Piraeus Lions!
quote
The statue, which is made of white marble and stands some 3 m (9 ft.) high, is particularly noteworthy for having been defaced some time in the second half of the 11th century by Scandinavians who carved two lengthy runic inscriptions into the shoulders and flanks of the lion.[6] The runes are carved in the shape of an elaborate lindworm dragon-headed scroll, in much the same style as on runestones in Scandinavia.[7] The carvers of the runes were almost certainly Varangians, Scandinavian mercenaries in the service of the Byzantine (Eastern Roman) Emperor.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piraeus_Lion
unquote
and...
quote
In the Middle Ages, the port was usually called by the Venetians the "port of Sithines" (that is, of Athens) and in the 14th century, the name "Lion" is first attested, after the colossal ancient sculpture of a lion, the Piraeus Lion, which stood at the harbor's entrance. This later become Porto Leone (Πόρτο Λεόνε).[12] It was also called Porto Drako (Πόρτο Δράκο) by Greeks, drako meaning not just "dragon", but any monster.[13]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piraeus
unquote
update 12/22...I missed something...I didn't realize Ariadne was among the old women disguised...I had thought to just name the one to be Captain and carry the splinter Ariadne, after Ariadne, who was abandoned by Theseus on Naxos...but that didn't work...so made a change which works much better with this:
The Splinter continued,
"But it is for Theseus to understand.
He misunderstands you as an old woman
Ariadne, such is your disguise,
So you will be known for all women
Who are abandoned with age, neglected.
Theseus will know you
As Captain of this Black Ship.
:)
DavidDavid
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:12/13/14
Open To Interpretation
Each Time
Each time I see you
A tear comes to my eye.
Just between you and I,
I'll touch my hand to my cheek
When I say hello
And goodbye.
DolphinWords
Notes: got home too late last night to do up a 12/12/37 remember the Panay post...I went to see Carah Faye at the echoplex!...took note from her facebook page that a show was on at a nighclub on Sunset Blvd. in LA for Monday night...and, well, I've never been to an old time LA rock and roll night club...though the echoplex is likely new, it's old school...all black inside like a Disney scary ride...a Black Ship!...email ticket, ten bucks, said 8pm, so left at 6pm from town for the scary ride to LA...I don't go on freeways much at night, and going into the heart of LA is just such... echoplex is likely after Echo Park just down the street...actually, as the ticket noted, one enters through an ally way on Glendale...arrived thereabout about 7:40 and waited in line, just a bit back from the front...more fans arrived, and what, maybe a hundred?...we didn't fill the place up by a long shot, so likely a disappointment to the bands, BEGINNERS and Weathers...but it was really nice...one could be sixteen to get in the door...just couldn't get drinks from the bar...I of course as usual a fish out of water...but the small crowd meant I could stand close to the stage...and I got a really nice clip with my iphone4...gonna take awhile to translate it to youtube...don't know but I might dust off my critter clip skills and hang out in nightclubs taking rock and roll clips!...no one seems to object, and I'll link one of the night here already up...the one I took is in portrait mode, which is how it should be...but youtube prefers landscape...anyway, it was all much fun, and got there and back okay, though the engine warning light in Silver my jeep is on again...it does that, off and on, now and then...half to laugh, note when the lights lightning flash...tall fellow on the left with his hat bill up high...that's me...I flipped it around later, which seemed the common thing to do...oh, it was loud...thought I knew what loud could be...
:)
DavidDavid
Each Time
Each time I see you
A tear comes to my eye.
Just between you and I,
I'll touch my hand to my cheek
When I say hello
And goodbye.
DolphinWords
Notes: got home too late last night to do up a 12/12/37 remember the Panay post...I went to see Carah Faye at the echoplex!...took note from her facebook page that a show was on at a nighclub on Sunset Blvd. in LA for Monday night...and, well, I've never been to an old time LA rock and roll night club...though the echoplex is likely new, it's old school...all black inside like a Disney scary ride...a Black Ship!...email ticket, ten bucks, said 8pm, so left at 6pm from town for the scary ride to LA...I don't go on freeways much at night, and going into the heart of LA is just such... echoplex is likely after Echo Park just down the street...actually, as the ticket noted, one enters through an ally way on Glendale...arrived thereabout about 7:40 and waited in line, just a bit back from the front...more fans arrived, and what, maybe a hundred?...we didn't fill the place up by a long shot, so likely a disappointment to the bands, BEGINNERS and Weathers...but it was really nice...one could be sixteen to get in the door...just couldn't get drinks from the bar...I of course as usual a fish out of water...but the small crowd meant I could stand close to the stage...and I got a really nice clip with my iphone4...gonna take awhile to translate it to youtube...don't know but I might dust off my critter clip skills and hang out in nightclubs taking rock and roll clips!...no one seems to object, and I'll link one of the night here already up...the one I took is in portrait mode, which is how it should be...but youtube prefers landscape...anyway, it was all much fun, and got there and back okay, though the engine warning light in Silver my jeep is on again...it does that, off and on, now and then...half to laugh, note when the lights lightning flash...tall fellow on the left with his hat bill up high...that's me...I flipped it around later, which seemed the common thing to do...oh, it was loud...thought I knew what loud could be...
:)
DavidDavid
Sunday, December 11, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:12/11/16
Open To Interpretation
A Bit Much
Chorus
It's a bit much...
Pasiphae...
A white bull...
Rome would celebrate in the Colosseum Show...
Out of doors...
A true penned experience...
And following on...
Seven virgin boys
Seven virgin girls
Shipped off to the Minotaur...
But not before Aegeus
Stowed away Theseus...
What was that about?
Was Theseus even a virgin?
Assuming, but even still,
The slayer of the Marathonian Bull
Would have been square jawed
With at least some stubble.
The Black Tale has it
Aegeus intended Theseus doom.
Theseus would perish
Along with the thirteen other virgins.
Theseus, son of Poseidon and Aethra,
Slain by the Minotaur, son of Pasiphae
And the White Bull
Earlier slain by Theseus
On the road to Athens.
Theseus, eaten by the Minotaur,
Aegeus, filicide,
Would continue to rule Athens,
Half sonless.
But,
Ariadne at first sight
Falls in love with square jawed Theseus.
And Daedalus,
The Labyrinth engineer,
Gives
Ariadne a ball of thread
She gives
To Theseus to
Find his way out of the labyrinth
After slaying the Minotaur.
What of the Virgins?
And King Minos, hoodwinked?
Left to dangle,
Like
Ariadne on the Island of Naxos
By Theseus,
Theseus,
Eager to get back and...
Why does everyone miss this?
To get back and be
Theseus, patricide,
King of Athens,
Half fatherless,
Aegeus out of the way over a cliff
Into the sea.
Aegeus, the fug head,
Must have told his spies
To set white sails on the return
If Theseus was dead.
His spies, seeing which way the wind blew,
Did just that,
And Theseus,
Alive concealed,
Ran right up the sea cliff
And tossed the old king over,
Or maybe Aegeus was startled
And slipped.
Aegeus the idiot,
Namesake of the Aegean.
Theseus, first king of Athens
To consolidate Greece,
Greece,
Precursor of Rome
Precursor of Albion
Precursor of Columbia.
It all began with a fluked white bull?
That, and some jealous losers,
The Athenian athletes that slayed
Minos' champion son
And so brought on
The fourteen virgin
Nine year cyclic recompense,
Athenian virgin dinners
For the Cretan Minotaur,
Minos' labryrinthian perpetual revenge.
Bulls are vegetarians...
It must have been,
For the half man half bull
Minotaur,
The carnivorous human trait
That made this all work!
Oh, it will be
The sandals and sword
Black Dragon Onyx took to make
The Black Tale work!
They are Theseus' birthright,
Athen's Totems.
With out the sandals and sword
Theseus is a fug head,
Not a king.
Like maybe father
Maybe son...
Athene is Athens,
And will task Theseus
To retrieve the Totems.
Theseus salvaged the Argo
But neglected to pick up
The talking plank from the bow...
An omission Daedalus notices
On Theseus' ship
While fleeing Minos' wrath
Over Ariadne's ball of yarn.
Just so
We are taken back to
Pegesae,
Theseus and Daedalus
Seeking some splinter
Of counsel from Athene.
A Black Ship for Theseus?
For his black designs on
Medea and Onyx?
Theseus, the fug head
Of the smoking hair
And dangling left behinds,
Will have to hurry,
Jason and Black Ship Argo
Are almost there.
DolphinWords
Notes: it is indeed all a bit much to consider...I can't recall if I spun this out before or after I watched a student production of Oedipus Rex at Irvine Valley College last night...well performed...and produced...the school is a marvel...wonderful buildings...and gave me pause to think that maybe Town can become the new center...some fate may await this village by the sea!...anyway, I've never seen a Greek play, and sat entranced, much to think on...at the end, the actors removed their headware, set them on the stage, for acknowledgement and applause...leaving off from the old to now...kind of miss the old...a sad moment...brb...
quote
"A public tends to get the literature it deserves: a literature, to get the public it deserves. The values men pursue in each, affect the other. They turn in a vicious, or a virtuous, circle. Only a fine society could have bred Homer: and he left it finer for hearing him."[1
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._L._Lucas
unquote
Lucas wrote an epic poem about Ariadne, which I noted studying wiki's take on Ariadne...and then studying Lucas!...he was a spy!...worked at Bletchley Park during WW2...between the wars he sounded the alarm about Germany...too much to relate...see the link!...German's had a list...Sonderfahndungsliste G.B. ...and Lucas was on it...and he made a book of Greek poetry translations which looks to be good, and for sometime read...
anyway, before posting this post up, I thought to get some support...and googled Minotaur Freud...taking my own council that Freud put together with anything brings up everything!...this bit seems to step along the same slippery stepping stones my bit does...so, so some encouragement...
quote
http://www.ruthpadel.com/around-the-minotaur-minoan-crete-david-harsent-and-harrison-birtwhistle/
Foolishly, Minos kept the bull and did not sacrifice it. In punishment, Poseidon made Minos’s wife Pasiphae desire it sexually. Pasiphae asked the Athenian sculptor Daedalus, exiled to Crete, construct a cow-frame in which she enticed the bull to mount her. Pasiphae bore the bull a son: Asterios, the Minotaur, the half-man-half-bull who has summed up the dividedness of human nature in Western imagination ever since.
unquote
hmphh...it was a slippery slope for Aegeus too!
:)
DavidDavid
A Bit Much
Chorus
It's a bit much...
Pasiphae...
A white bull...
Rome would celebrate in the Colosseum Show...
Out of doors...
A true penned experience...
And following on...
Seven virgin boys
Seven virgin girls
Shipped off to the Minotaur...
But not before Aegeus
Stowed away Theseus...
What was that about?
Was Theseus even a virgin?
Assuming, but even still,
The slayer of the Marathonian Bull
Would have been square jawed
With at least some stubble.
The Black Tale has it
Aegeus intended Theseus doom.
Theseus would perish
Along with the thirteen other virgins.
Theseus, son of Poseidon and Aethra,
Slain by the Minotaur, son of Pasiphae
And the White Bull
Earlier slain by Theseus
On the road to Athens.
Theseus, eaten by the Minotaur,
Aegeus, filicide,
Would continue to rule Athens,
Half sonless.
But,
Ariadne at first sight
Falls in love with square jawed Theseus.
And Daedalus,
The Labyrinth engineer,
Gives
Ariadne a ball of thread
She gives
To Theseus to
Find his way out of the labyrinth
After slaying the Minotaur.
What of the Virgins?
And King Minos, hoodwinked?
Left to dangle,
Like
Ariadne on the Island of Naxos
By Theseus,
Theseus,
Eager to get back and...
Why does everyone miss this?
To get back and be
Theseus, patricide,
King of Athens,
Half fatherless,
Aegeus out of the way over a cliff
Into the sea.
Aegeus, the fug head,
Must have told his spies
To set white sails on the return
If Theseus was dead.
His spies, seeing which way the wind blew,
Did just that,
And Theseus,
Alive concealed,
Ran right up the sea cliff
And tossed the old king over,
Or maybe Aegeus was startled
And slipped.
Aegeus the idiot,
Namesake of the Aegean.
Theseus, first king of Athens
To consolidate Greece,
Greece,
Precursor of Rome
Precursor of Albion
Precursor of Columbia.
It all began with a fluked white bull?
That, and some jealous losers,
The Athenian athletes that slayed
Minos' champion son
And so brought on
The fourteen virgin
Nine year cyclic recompense,
Athenian virgin dinners
For the Cretan Minotaur,
Minos' labryrinthian perpetual revenge.
Bulls are vegetarians...
It must have been,
For the half man half bull
Minotaur,
The carnivorous human trait
That made this all work!
Oh, it will be
The sandals and sword
Black Dragon Onyx took to make
The Black Tale work!
They are Theseus' birthright,
Athen's Totems.
With out the sandals and sword
Theseus is a fug head,
Not a king.
Like maybe father
Maybe son...
Athene is Athens,
And will task Theseus
To retrieve the Totems.
Theseus salvaged the Argo
But neglected to pick up
The talking plank from the bow...
An omission Daedalus notices
On Theseus' ship
While fleeing Minos' wrath
Over Ariadne's ball of yarn.
Just so
We are taken back to
Pegesae,
Theseus and Daedalus
Seeking some splinter
Of counsel from Athene.
A Black Ship for Theseus?
For his black designs on
Medea and Onyx?
Theseus, the fug head
Of the smoking hair
And dangling left behinds,
Will have to hurry,
Jason and Black Ship Argo
Are almost there.
DolphinWords
Notes: it is indeed all a bit much to consider...I can't recall if I spun this out before or after I watched a student production of Oedipus Rex at Irvine Valley College last night...well performed...and produced...the school is a marvel...wonderful buildings...and gave me pause to think that maybe Town can become the new center...some fate may await this village by the sea!...anyway, I've never seen a Greek play, and sat entranced, much to think on...at the end, the actors removed their headware, set them on the stage, for acknowledgement and applause...leaving off from the old to now...kind of miss the old...a sad moment...brb...
quote
"A public tends to get the literature it deserves: a literature, to get the public it deserves. The values men pursue in each, affect the other. They turn in a vicious, or a virtuous, circle. Only a fine society could have bred Homer: and he left it finer for hearing him."[1
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F._L._Lucas
unquote
Lucas wrote an epic poem about Ariadne, which I noted studying wiki's take on Ariadne...and then studying Lucas!...he was a spy!...worked at Bletchley Park during WW2...between the wars he sounded the alarm about Germany...too much to relate...see the link!...German's had a list...Sonderfahndungsliste G.B. ...and Lucas was on it...and he made a book of Greek poetry translations which looks to be good, and for sometime read...
anyway, before posting this post up, I thought to get some support...and googled Minotaur Freud...taking my own council that Freud put together with anything brings up everything!...this bit seems to step along the same slippery stepping stones my bit does...so, so some encouragement...
quote
AROUND THE MINOTAUR
On Minoan Crete, David Harsent and Harrison Birtwhistle
(Published in Covent Garden’s programme, Aprli 2008, to accompany Harrison Birthwhistle’s opera The Minotaur)http://www.ruthpadel.com/around-the-minotaur-minoan-crete-david-harsent-and-harrison-birtwhistle/
Foolishly, Minos kept the bull and did not sacrifice it. In punishment, Poseidon made Minos’s wife Pasiphae desire it sexually. Pasiphae asked the Athenian sculptor Daedalus, exiled to Crete, construct a cow-frame in which she enticed the bull to mount her. Pasiphae bore the bull a son: Asterios, the Minotaur, the half-man-half-bull who has summed up the dividedness of human nature in Western imagination ever since.
unquote
hmphh...it was a slippery slope for Aegeus too!
:)
DavidDavid
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
OTI:three poems and note:11/7/16
Open To Interpretation
Lol
(Laughing out loud)
How to say,
Well,
It's like
Solo
Soloists
Duos
Duetists
Trios
Trysts...
Lol!
Beyond that,
It's a rock and roll band.
Always wanted to be
In a band
On a stage
Displayed,
Why not?
No need to be shy,
And melodies are easy to carry
For when you're carried away.
Next To Never
Next to never
Sat improbable:
Marriage impossible.
Penance
Morning came
And noon
And in the afternoon
The Southern Flight arrived
To find Hephaestus alone
Aboard Medea's Black Ship.
Ishmael and Black Dragon Beryl
Dropped off Petra
On Black Ship Liz
And then
Alighted aboard Black Ship Medea.
"Things are not what they seem."
Said Hephaestus.
"So I've heard."
Said Ishmael.
"My sympathies are with Medea. "
Said Hephaestus,
"Her future peril
I thought to accompany
And deter.
The harpoons were a mechanical error."
"So," Ishmael laughed,
"Another Nemo you would seem."
The Nautilus had come along side,
And Nemo joined
Ishmael and Hephaestus.
Too, Kannon arrived on
Black Dragon Pet.
"I am not of your ability,
Nemo." said Hephaestus.
"Your Nautilus a marvel beyond.
I thought to impress,
But my automaton scrub brushes
Made a mess."
"Just so," said Nemo
"The hazard of mechanical things."
"And your compensation, Hepahestus."
Added Kannon.
"Yes, from my lameness." said Hephaestus,
"On Olympus, my limp
Is always mocked.
If not with words
Then with looks."
"So is seeming cruel,
And creative." said Kannon.
"Would you prefer an even gait
If you could, Hephaestus?"
"That you can grant?"
Hephaestus asked.
"Easily." Kannon said.
Petra arrived
On a borrowed Black Dragon,
And Pet ran to her
Across the Black Deck,
And Petra scratched Pet
Under her chin.
"My apologies, Queen Petra."
Said Hephaestus.
"Done is done."
Said Petra,
"For me,
A night swim,
For Pet and the Flight
It was grim."
"Captain Kannon," Hephaestus said
"In penance
I will remain lame."
"So you will!" said Pet,
Taking Hephaestus hands
In her mouth,
Crushing the fingers of both.
DolphinWords
Note: it's Pearl Harbor Day...USS New Jersey, BB-62, was nicknamed 'Black Dragon'...
Lol
(Laughing out loud)
How to say,
Well,
It's like
Solo
Soloists
Duos
Duetists
Trios
Trysts...
Lol!
Beyond that,
It's a rock and roll band.
Always wanted to be
In a band
On a stage
Displayed,
Why not?
No need to be shy,
And melodies are easy to carry
For when you're carried away.
Next To Never
Next to never
Sat improbable:
Marriage impossible.
Penance
Morning came
And noon
And in the afternoon
The Southern Flight arrived
To find Hephaestus alone
Aboard Medea's Black Ship.
Ishmael and Black Dragon Beryl
Dropped off Petra
On Black Ship Liz
And then
Alighted aboard Black Ship Medea.
"Things are not what they seem."
Said Hephaestus.
"So I've heard."
Said Ishmael.
"My sympathies are with Medea. "
Said Hephaestus,
"Her future peril
I thought to accompany
And deter.
The harpoons were a mechanical error."
"So," Ishmael laughed,
"Another Nemo you would seem."
The Nautilus had come along side,
And Nemo joined
Ishmael and Hephaestus.
Too, Kannon arrived on
Black Dragon Pet.
"I am not of your ability,
Nemo." said Hephaestus.
"Your Nautilus a marvel beyond.
I thought to impress,
But my automaton scrub brushes
Made a mess."
"Just so," said Nemo
"The hazard of mechanical things."
"And your compensation, Hepahestus."
Added Kannon.
"Yes, from my lameness." said Hephaestus,
"On Olympus, my limp
Is always mocked.
If not with words
Then with looks."
"So is seeming cruel,
And creative." said Kannon.
"Would you prefer an even gait
If you could, Hephaestus?"
"That you can grant?"
Hephaestus asked.
"Easily." Kannon said.
Petra arrived
On a borrowed Black Dragon,
And Pet ran to her
Across the Black Deck,
And Petra scratched Pet
Under her chin.
"My apologies, Queen Petra."
Said Hephaestus.
"Done is done."
Said Petra,
"For me,
A night swim,
For Pet and the Flight
It was grim."
"Captain Kannon," Hephaestus said
"In penance
I will remain lame."
"So you will!" said Pet,
Taking Hephaestus hands
In her mouth,
Crushing the fingers of both.
DolphinWords
Note: it's Pearl Harbor Day...USS New Jersey, BB-62, was nicknamed 'Black Dragon'...
Monday, December 5, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:12/5/16
Open To Interpretation
Never Trust A Blue Blue Sky
The Black Sea was calm
Under a blue blue sky
And cold winds blew
But no ruffled waves
And the black sails slack
And the white sun shone
From the zenith
Down on the Black Ships.
Hephaestus dismounted
From his Great Eagle
And joined Jason,
Orpheus, Creon, and Glauce,
At the Black Ship Argo's bow.
"I can't hear, Hephaestus!"
Said Jason,
"These winds so loud,
I can't hear, I can't think.
What is happening, Hephaestus?
It was night,
And now a sudden,
High noon day!
And these winds, Hephaestus,
They howl into our ears
But nothing moves!
Hephaestus! Why did your automatons
Throw the harpoons,
And hazard Petra and her Black Dragon?
No sooner they fell to the waves
Than that night
Became this wind screaming day!
What have you done,
Olympian Hephaestus?"
Hephaestus looked down
At the Black Deck,
Daring not to meet Jason's gaze,
And shrugged.
"Automatons are automatons,"
Hephaestus said,
"And mistook Petra for a threat.
You did steal her ship."
"Not so," Jason said
"It came of its own accord
When we left Harbor with Argo,
And Medea's Black Ship
Gifted to Glauce.
I can't think,
This wind...
Hephaestus, did your scrub brushes
Beguile the Black Ship Liz
To follow us?
Hephaestus? Speak!"
Hephaestus stood downcast
And silent.
The winds howled.
The Black Ships' Ravens and Gulls,
All aloft,
Swung wildly riding the winds.
"Jason..."
The Dodona plank was speaking from the prow...
"I can't hear a thing, Orpheus,"
Jason said,
"What is Athene saying?"
"I can hear," said Orpheus,
"But understanding is for you, Jason.
She says:
'What is yours
Is yours.
What isn't
Isn't.
What is ours
Is ours.
What is
Is.'
And the plank was quiet.
"Clear those damned scrub brushes
From the Black Decks!" commanded Jason.
The Argo's crew set about the task
And Hephaestus flew to Black Ship Liz,
And Glauce's Black Ship gifted
By Medea,
And his automatons
Collected up the scrub brushes
And tossed them in the sea.
The Ravens and Gulls
Returned to the riggings
And the winds died down.
"Ah, I can think again,"
Said Jason,
"Be that as it may...
Glauce, as proof of my love for you,
You would have me slay Medea,
Revenge her cruelty to you
And your father, Creon?
Medea's cruelty
Was mine as well,
You were innocents.
Strangers in your land,
I thought Medea, our children,
Would find home,
Family, tribe,
Through my second marriage to you,
Glauce."
"My daughter's will is mine,"
Said Creon.
"Medea wrapped her in torment,
And I as well incidentally."
"That pain is passed,
Erased by Athene."
Said Jason.
"Yes, our skins are whole,
Said Creon,
"But still writhe my thoughts."
"Glauce, is it so with you?"
Said Jason.
"My father I obey.
I love you Jason." said Glauce.
"I love you Glauce." said Jason,
"Your father together we follow.
We sail on,
If sail on we can,
With the Black Ship Argo alone.
Leave the Black Ship Liz
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted by Medea
Behind
For the Southern Flight to find.
Surely they pursue,
They're minds writhing
With the loss of Petra
And Black Dragon Pet."
And it was night again,
The white sun a white moon
At the zenith over the Black Sea,
And the Black Ship Argo continued
Dark wind blown, black sails full.
Black Ship Liz
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted by Medea,
Adrift, left behind
For the Southern Flight to find.
DolphinWords
Notes: reference Euripide's play Medea...I just don't know what to do with the bunch on land...yet...reference BDT poem Lateral Lines...
:)
DavidDavid
Never Trust A Blue Blue Sky
The Black Sea was calm
Under a blue blue sky
And cold winds blew
But no ruffled waves
And the black sails slack
And the white sun shone
From the zenith
Down on the Black Ships.
Hephaestus dismounted
From his Great Eagle
And joined Jason,
Orpheus, Creon, and Glauce,
At the Black Ship Argo's bow.
"I can't hear, Hephaestus!"
Said Jason,
"These winds so loud,
I can't hear, I can't think.
What is happening, Hephaestus?
It was night,
And now a sudden,
High noon day!
And these winds, Hephaestus,
They howl into our ears
But nothing moves!
Hephaestus! Why did your automatons
Throw the harpoons,
And hazard Petra and her Black Dragon?
No sooner they fell to the waves
Than that night
Became this wind screaming day!
What have you done,
Olympian Hephaestus?"
Hephaestus looked down
At the Black Deck,
Daring not to meet Jason's gaze,
And shrugged.
"Automatons are automatons,"
Hephaestus said,
"And mistook Petra for a threat.
You did steal her ship."
"Not so," Jason said
"It came of its own accord
When we left Harbor with Argo,
And Medea's Black Ship
Gifted to Glauce.
I can't think,
This wind...
Hephaestus, did your scrub brushes
Beguile the Black Ship Liz
To follow us?
Hephaestus? Speak!"
Hephaestus stood downcast
And silent.
The winds howled.
The Black Ships' Ravens and Gulls,
All aloft,
Swung wildly riding the winds.
"Jason..."
The Dodona plank was speaking from the prow...
"I can't hear a thing, Orpheus,"
Jason said,
"What is Athene saying?"
"I can hear," said Orpheus,
"But understanding is for you, Jason.
She says:
'What is yours
Is yours.
What isn't
Isn't.
What is ours
Is ours.
What is
Is.'
And the plank was quiet.
"Clear those damned scrub brushes
From the Black Decks!" commanded Jason.
The Argo's crew set about the task
And Hephaestus flew to Black Ship Liz,
And Glauce's Black Ship gifted
By Medea,
And his automatons
Collected up the scrub brushes
And tossed them in the sea.
The Ravens and Gulls
Returned to the riggings
And the winds died down.
"Ah, I can think again,"
Said Jason,
"Be that as it may...
Glauce, as proof of my love for you,
You would have me slay Medea,
Revenge her cruelty to you
And your father, Creon?
Medea's cruelty
Was mine as well,
You were innocents.
Strangers in your land,
I thought Medea, our children,
Would find home,
Family, tribe,
Through my second marriage to you,
Glauce."
"My daughter's will is mine,"
Said Creon.
"Medea wrapped her in torment,
And I as well incidentally."
"That pain is passed,
Erased by Athene."
Said Jason.
"Yes, our skins are whole,
Said Creon,
"But still writhe my thoughts."
"Glauce, is it so with you?"
Said Jason.
"My father I obey.
I love you Jason." said Glauce.
"I love you Glauce." said Jason,
"Your father together we follow.
We sail on,
If sail on we can,
With the Black Ship Argo alone.
Leave the Black Ship Liz
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted by Medea
Behind
For the Southern Flight to find.
Surely they pursue,
They're minds writhing
With the loss of Petra
And Black Dragon Pet."
And it was night again,
The white sun a white moon
At the zenith over the Black Sea,
And the Black Ship Argo continued
Dark wind blown, black sails full.
Black Ship Liz
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted by Medea,
Adrift, left behind
For the Southern Flight to find.
DolphinWords
Notes: reference Euripide's play Medea...I just don't know what to do with the bunch on land...yet...reference BDT poem Lateral Lines...
:)
DavidDavid
Saturday, December 3, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:12/3/16
Open To Interpretation
A Distant Song, A Distant Light
"I hear Petra singing!"
Back Dragon Pet said.
"Shhh...I see..." said Kannon,
"That tiny orange starlight
On the dark shore of Nevermore.
Wait, Pet, let Ishmael go."
And the Southern Flight waited too,
Hovering in the starry night.
Ishmael's Black Dragon, Beryl,
Alighted beside Petra's
Driftwood fire on the black sand beach,
And Ishmael ran to Petra
And held her in his arms.
"How?" Ishmael asked,
"Oh!" said Petra,
"Mermaids rescued me, Chief!"
And the Ebony Dolphins
Laughed in the phosphorescent waves.
DolphinWords
Note: reference Dolphin rescues...and earlier BDT poem Menu...
:)
DavidDavid
A Distant Song, A Distant Light
"I hear Petra singing!"
Back Dragon Pet said.
"Shhh...I see..." said Kannon,
"That tiny orange starlight
On the dark shore of Nevermore.
Wait, Pet, let Ishmael go."
And the Southern Flight waited too,
Hovering in the starry night.
Ishmael's Black Dragon, Beryl,
Alighted beside Petra's
Driftwood fire on the black sand beach,
And Ishmael ran to Petra
And held her in his arms.
"How?" Ishmael asked,
"Oh!" said Petra,
"Mermaids rescued me, Chief!"
And the Ebony Dolphins
Laughed in the phosphorescent waves.
DolphinWords
Note: reference Dolphin rescues...and earlier BDT poem Menu...
:)
DavidDavid
Monday, November 28, 2016
OTI:two poems and notes:11/28/16
Open To Interpretation
The Black Cape
She's come to wave
Her black cape again,
Ferdinand,
Right in front of your nose,
And you all dreamy
Sniffing a white rose.
Just as well,
Standing up straight
She's sure to put you down,
Your blood on her black cape.
DolphinWords
Notes: hmmph...reference the Disney cartoon character, Ferdinand the Bull...thought to revisit Ferdinand, and make something comic, but it came out gothic, as usual!...sigh...was going to work the word matador into it, the female tense, which is I gather, matadora, or torera, or toredora, the latter being made up by Georges Bizet for his opera Carmen as it was easier to rhyme, or some such...hmmph...and finding that turned up Conchita Cintron, the Golden Goddess, slayer of bulls, and not incidentally the mother of numerous children and breeder of rare pedigree dogs...750 bulls, it would seem the official records report...and somehow, Orson Welles had it that her accomplishment proved what men can do women can do as well...I doubt if that is why alone she was so widely popular...she was cute, and handled a sword, which is the staple of many a fantasy pictorial of fantasy heroines!...
quote
"Her record stands as a rebuke to every man of us who has ever maintained that a woman must lose something of her femininity if she seeks to compete with men." —Orson Welles.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conchita_Cintr%C3%B3n
unquote
ah, well...thinking on the psychology of Ferdinand, and bull fighting, I thought to google: Freud bull fighting...one can put Freud beside anything and get...most anything!..ral...anyway, I find myself looking into a reflection of my own black mirror mirror notions...
quote
The meaning of bullfighting is open to interpretation (as long as the bull is strong and the bullfighter knows what he is doing). The spectator has flashes of intuition that come about from the sheer emotionality of the event. These small flashes open the door to seeing different meanings, to nuances, to another sensibility. Later, from intuition, we usually try to create theories. But the theory is never true. It is just a possibility that we verbalize, just one interpretation that expands our comprehension. There is no “one truth”. It’s more like a dream: we have small images and feelings, but as we try to articulate them, they become foggy or disappear. Bullfighting is an ephemeral art and its meaning is also fleeting. Theories attempt to rationalize it and hold on to a meaning, but the truth of it always escapes us.
http://www.thehemingwayproject.com/bullfighting-hemingway-and-history-from-a-spanish-perspective-an-interview-with-paco-pereda/
unquote
from an interview with Paco Pereda, who is...
quote
Paco Pereda was born in San Sebastían, Spain in 1958. He studied education and philosophy in university, with a focus on the philosophy of cultural anthropology. He carried out his field work in Morocco. He teaches at the University of the Basque Country in San Sebastían. Since 1992, he has been teaching Spanish history and culture to American college students who study abroad in Spain.
unquote
that statement could begin with, "The meaning of Greek tragedy..." and it would probably make better sense...insightful as it is, bullfighting is public torture, the crowd much the same that gathered around the guillotine, lynchings, and such...in most countries these gatherings have moved into dark theaters to watch on silver screens tortures in dramas and adventure tales...and Paco goes on to say...
quote
PP: I don’t have special faith in one theory or the other; they are just tools that can help us. What happens with the bulls is what happens with classical art: someone is always proposing a new argument or thesis. None ever stick, though. The meaning remains open to interpretation and speculation. Like the effect of a mirror, when we seek to explain bullfighting we are really explaining ourselves, how we think, how we feel.
and
The process of interpreting is an interesting one. We really have to dig out our own subconscious. As the American anthropologist C. Geertz said, we encounter a “dark clarity” or a “clear darkness”. If we over explain things, we kill intuition. When we put too much light on some truth we suddenly grasp, it ceases to be true. We need a dark obscurity to keep on feeding emotions, to keep the function of the theatrical alive in our lives.
from same site
unquote
hmmmph...I suppose at some point myself I'll stop belaboring the conceit of the color black!...
Black Sand
To stay warm, Petra sat close to her driftwood fire
On the black sand beach,
Her arms around her knees,
And sang to the Stars
And the Ebony Dolphins
Riding the phosphorescent waves.
DolphinWords
:)
DavidDavid
The Black Cape
She's come to wave
Her black cape again,
Ferdinand,
Right in front of your nose,
And you all dreamy
Sniffing a white rose.
Just as well,
Standing up straight
She's sure to put you down,
Your blood on her black cape.
DolphinWords
Notes: hmmph...reference the Disney cartoon character, Ferdinand the Bull...thought to revisit Ferdinand, and make something comic, but it came out gothic, as usual!...sigh...was going to work the word matador into it, the female tense, which is I gather, matadora, or torera, or toredora, the latter being made up by Georges Bizet for his opera Carmen as it was easier to rhyme, or some such...hmmph...and finding that turned up Conchita Cintron, the Golden Goddess, slayer of bulls, and not incidentally the mother of numerous children and breeder of rare pedigree dogs...750 bulls, it would seem the official records report...and somehow, Orson Welles had it that her accomplishment proved what men can do women can do as well...I doubt if that is why alone she was so widely popular...she was cute, and handled a sword, which is the staple of many a fantasy pictorial of fantasy heroines!...
quote
"Her record stands as a rebuke to every man of us who has ever maintained that a woman must lose something of her femininity if she seeks to compete with men." —Orson Welles.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conchita_Cintr%C3%B3n
unquote
ah, well...thinking on the psychology of Ferdinand, and bull fighting, I thought to google: Freud bull fighting...one can put Freud beside anything and get...most anything!..ral...anyway, I find myself looking into a reflection of my own black mirror mirror notions...
quote
The meaning of bullfighting is open to interpretation (as long as the bull is strong and the bullfighter knows what he is doing). The spectator has flashes of intuition that come about from the sheer emotionality of the event. These small flashes open the door to seeing different meanings, to nuances, to another sensibility. Later, from intuition, we usually try to create theories. But the theory is never true. It is just a possibility that we verbalize, just one interpretation that expands our comprehension. There is no “one truth”. It’s more like a dream: we have small images and feelings, but as we try to articulate them, they become foggy or disappear. Bullfighting is an ephemeral art and its meaning is also fleeting. Theories attempt to rationalize it and hold on to a meaning, but the truth of it always escapes us.
http://www.thehemingwayproject.com/bullfighting-hemingway-and-history-from-a-spanish-perspective-an-interview-with-paco-pereda/
unquote
from an interview with Paco Pereda, who is...
quote
Paco Pereda was born in San Sebastían, Spain in 1958. He studied education and philosophy in university, with a focus on the philosophy of cultural anthropology. He carried out his field work in Morocco. He teaches at the University of the Basque Country in San Sebastían. Since 1992, he has been teaching Spanish history and culture to American college students who study abroad in Spain.
unquote
that statement could begin with, "The meaning of Greek tragedy..." and it would probably make better sense...insightful as it is, bullfighting is public torture, the crowd much the same that gathered around the guillotine, lynchings, and such...in most countries these gatherings have moved into dark theaters to watch on silver screens tortures in dramas and adventure tales...and Paco goes on to say...
quote
PP: I don’t have special faith in one theory or the other; they are just tools that can help us. What happens with the bulls is what happens with classical art: someone is always proposing a new argument or thesis. None ever stick, though. The meaning remains open to interpretation and speculation. Like the effect of a mirror, when we seek to explain bullfighting we are really explaining ourselves, how we think, how we feel.
and
The process of interpreting is an interesting one. We really have to dig out our own subconscious. As the American anthropologist C. Geertz said, we encounter a “dark clarity” or a “clear darkness”. If we over explain things, we kill intuition. When we put too much light on some truth we suddenly grasp, it ceases to be true. We need a dark obscurity to keep on feeding emotions, to keep the function of the theatrical alive in our lives.
from same site
unquote
hmmmph...I suppose at some point myself I'll stop belaboring the conceit of the color black!...
Black Sand
To stay warm, Petra sat close to her driftwood fire
On the black sand beach,
Her arms around her knees,
And sang to the Stars
And the Ebony Dolphins
Riding the phosphorescent waves.
DolphinWords
:)
DavidDavid
Saturday, November 26, 2016
OTI:three poems:11/26/16
Open To Interpretation
Standing Rock
So,
Another rescue
By way of explanation attempt
Failed
Lost in the Sargasso Sea
Like floating plastic packaging adrift
Along with the seaweed swirl
That becalms, traps
Ships and thoughts
Like beer can six pack
Plastic holding rings
Around Sea Turtle's neck.
Easy enough to understand,
Easy enough to rescue,
Easy enough to lose
In a drunken stupor sea,
Forgotten struggles in the lea.
Beauty and the Beast
In so wide an expansive
There's just you and I
In a storied stone tower.
Nailed
Tree wood
Nailed
Connected
Proof against
Shaking earth.
Who'd a thought
The house of sticks
Outlasts
The house of bricks?
DolphinWords
Standing Rock
So,
Another rescue
By way of explanation attempt
Failed
Lost in the Sargasso Sea
Like floating plastic packaging adrift
Along with the seaweed swirl
That becalms, traps
Ships and thoughts
Like beer can six pack
Plastic holding rings
Around Sea Turtle's neck.
Easy enough to understand,
Easy enough to rescue,
Easy enough to lose
In a drunken stupor sea,
Forgotten struggles in the lea.
Beauty and the Beast
In so wide an expansive
There's just you and I
In a storied stone tower.
Nailed
Tree wood
Nailed
Connected
Proof against
Shaking earth.
Who'd a thought
The house of sticks
Outlasts
The house of bricks?
DolphinWords
Friday, November 25, 2016
OTI:one poem:11/25/16
Open To Interpretation
Beneath The Ruffled Waves
Without Petra nearby
Pet, blind, couldn't see with Petra's eyes
And Pet rested disconsolate
Behind Ishi's village
At the entrance to her cave,
Her chin on the ground
In blindness black.
Petra had been nowhere to be found
After their sudden fall
To the wind ruffled black waves.
Ishi's family worked
Changing the dressings
On Pet's wounded dangling wing.
Petra's crew gathered around
And no one could sing
Blinded too by black sorrow.
"Ichi and Kannon still search
With the long slender craft."
Said Ishmael.
"What from the sky we couldn't find
Maybe from the surface of the sea
They will see.
Some devious thing
In those scrub brushes
Hephaestus made.
They cleaned
But confused
The Black Decks.
And unexpected,
Black Ship Liz
Joined the Argo
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted to her by Medea.
Orpheus now commands the Liz,
Jason the Argo,
Glauce's follows,
Creon commanding.
Set on revenge they are
In pursuit of Medea
And the Golden Fleece.
Medea and the Northern Reach
Are Unaware
Of the approaching Greeks
And their terror.
What do we have?" Ishmael continued,
"Ichi's craft
And Nemo's dented tube.
The Northern Flight has a Queen."
"And you have none?" asked Kannon
Emerging from the Conifer Forest
With Ichi and his crew in tow
Back from the search.
"This is too slow,"
Kannon said to Ishi
Still working on Pet's wing.
"Open your wing!"
Kannon said to Pet.
And Pet spread both wings wide.
"And by my eyes can you see?"
Asked Kannon
"Just so." said Pet.
"Then. let's go
And rouse your sleepy head
Dragon friends!
Meet us at the Harbor
Beneath Volcano Never,
There's Dragon's work to do!"
Said Kannon to the crews.
And leaped up to Petra's saddle
On Pet's neck
And off they flew.
DolphinWords
Beneath The Ruffled Waves
Without Petra nearby
Pet, blind, couldn't see with Petra's eyes
And Pet rested disconsolate
Behind Ishi's village
At the entrance to her cave,
Her chin on the ground
In blindness black.
Petra had been nowhere to be found
After their sudden fall
To the wind ruffled black waves.
Ishi's family worked
Changing the dressings
On Pet's wounded dangling wing.
Petra's crew gathered around
And no one could sing
Blinded too by black sorrow.
"Ichi and Kannon still search
With the long slender craft."
Said Ishmael.
"What from the sky we couldn't find
Maybe from the surface of the sea
They will see.
Some devious thing
In those scrub brushes
Hephaestus made.
They cleaned
But confused
The Black Decks.
And unexpected,
Black Ship Liz
Joined the Argo
And Glauce's Black Ship
Gifted to her by Medea.
Orpheus now commands the Liz,
Jason the Argo,
Glauce's follows,
Creon commanding.
Set on revenge they are
In pursuit of Medea
And the Golden Fleece.
Medea and the Northern Reach
Are Unaware
Of the approaching Greeks
And their terror.
What do we have?" Ishmael continued,
"Ichi's craft
And Nemo's dented tube.
The Northern Flight has a Queen."
"And you have none?" asked Kannon
Emerging from the Conifer Forest
With Ichi and his crew in tow
Back from the search.
"This is too slow,"
Kannon said to Ishi
Still working on Pet's wing.
"Open your wing!"
Kannon said to Pet.
And Pet spread both wings wide.
"And by my eyes can you see?"
Asked Kannon
"Just so." said Pet.
"Then. let's go
And rouse your sleepy head
Dragon friends!
Meet us at the Harbor
Beneath Volcano Never,
There's Dragon's work to do!"
Said Kannon to the crews.
And leaped up to Petra's saddle
On Pet's neck
And off they flew.
DolphinWords
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
OTI:five poems, notes, two illustrations:11/23/16
Open To Interpretation
Maybe
Well,
Maybe this will work
In Irvine Park,
And else wares alike,
With Maya my dog,
Her leash around my wrist
While I poke at my iphone notepad
Writing the epic.
Sometime she nuzzles my hand to say
"Let's go!"
Pulling letters away from words,
Words away from the "epic".
An Epic
"An epic" said Poe, "laconic."
"Just so, it would it would seem."
Melville said.
"He has book one!" added Twain.
"Eleven more!" said Apollodorus.
"He has oaks of compare with Dodona."
Said Homer. "That park."
"And woodpeckers too to
Tap tap tap." said Cervantes.
"Yes, we'll all be tap tap tapped." said Euripides.
"And poked poked poked." said Poe.
"Would you prefer briefer conjurings?" asked Dante.
"Yes, it is always the thought
To just string him along..." said Melville.
"Just to be here." said Dante.
"My Dulcinea for that.!" said Cervantes
"Lenore." said Poe.
"Beatrice." said Dante.
"Enough," said Emily, "leave him be..."
A Sharp Turn
Petra guided Pet with her legs
To make Pet make a sharp turn.
Chorus
Oh, Maya has stolen the hot dog package!
His poking distracted!
And goes for his hand when he goes for the empty package!
And Maya growls!
This may not be so bad...
Enough...
Just so.
A Sudden Fall
Like wild dogs' reach,
The harpoons flung from the Black Ships
Ripped Pet's left wing,
And downward with Petra
Pet spun into the Black Sea.
DolphinWords
Notes: Maya, my dog, has outgrown her old dog carrier, and funds being short, and the summer heat, delayed getting a new one, and then I had notice of a used one for free, and a delay of that delivery (from my niece:), delayed things more. But now I have it, and if fits perfect in Silver, my jeep, where I have taken out the passenger seat, and the back seat, and made a flat floor with some plywood and mats. It's quite nice to have her beside me, and safe away from jumping on me while I drive. And she can still look out and see the passing scenes. First outing was to Irvine Park...curiously while there, we walked together a ways out into the riverbed, away from everyone...just the foothills in the distance...first time in a long time I've been even remotely out and about in 'wilderness'...and realized I have no compulsion anymore to go 'outside', or even dote on wilderness scenery...if there isn't human habitation about, of some sort, it's just too lonely!...this may be a passing curio...a few far flung journeys now with Maya, and I'll have back my adventuring!...anyway, I realized I can do something workaday like while walking her, namely write, poking at the notepad, as noted above...I like that, to be outside and about when writing...thought to do self similar thing with my watercolors, but way to problematic with Maya the wild thing beside...when people ask if they can come close, I tell them Maya is wild...maybe me too...the proof copy of my Creative Space Publishing book, The Black Deck Tales came...it's really neat...and not too many errors of spelling and such, I'm finding...in a day or two, I'll have those, those I can find, fixed, and I'll be able to post it live to amazon like Women Can Do No Wrong...not a single copy of that one has sold, which was expected, and likely BDT will follow suit...but, now, when I go to Orange County Poetry Club gatherings, I'll have a 'text' to read from...always wanted to have a chap book...and there's never been a vanity onus to poets making their own chap books, which now CSP facilitates...I'm okay with it anyway...whole blog now for years is just such...I don't know if I can add eleven more epic chapter books to BDT!...a passing notion...but the plot is thickening...and I think I've morphed the Dodona Homeridae into a Chorus which I'll indicate with the underlining when they are just together chatting...ral...things to keep in mind:
quote
unquote
pics of front and back covers below...all black...of course...
:)
DavidDavid
Maybe
Well,
Maybe this will work
In Irvine Park,
And else wares alike,
With Maya my dog,
Her leash around my wrist
While I poke at my iphone notepad
Writing the epic.
Sometime she nuzzles my hand to say
"Let's go!"
Pulling letters away from words,
Words away from the "epic".
An Epic
"An epic" said Poe, "laconic."
"Just so, it would it would seem."
Melville said.
"He has book one!" added Twain.
"Eleven more!" said Apollodorus.
"He has oaks of compare with Dodona."
Said Homer. "That park."
"And woodpeckers too to
Tap tap tap." said Cervantes.
"Yes, we'll all be tap tap tapped." said Euripides.
"And poked poked poked." said Poe.
"Would you prefer briefer conjurings?" asked Dante.
"Yes, it is always the thought
To just string him along..." said Melville.
"Just to be here." said Dante.
"My Dulcinea for that.!" said Cervantes
"Lenore." said Poe.
"Beatrice." said Dante.
"Enough," said Emily, "leave him be..."
A Sharp Turn
Petra guided Pet with her legs
To make Pet make a sharp turn.
Chorus
Oh, Maya has stolen the hot dog package!
His poking distracted!
And goes for his hand when he goes for the empty package!
And Maya growls!
This may not be so bad...
Enough...
Just so.
A Sudden Fall
Like wild dogs' reach,
The harpoons flung from the Black Ships
Ripped Pet's left wing,
And downward with Petra
Pet spun into the Black Sea.
DolphinWords
Notes: Maya, my dog, has outgrown her old dog carrier, and funds being short, and the summer heat, delayed getting a new one, and then I had notice of a used one for free, and a delay of that delivery (from my niece:), delayed things more. But now I have it, and if fits perfect in Silver, my jeep, where I have taken out the passenger seat, and the back seat, and made a flat floor with some plywood and mats. It's quite nice to have her beside me, and safe away from jumping on me while I drive. And she can still look out and see the passing scenes. First outing was to Irvine Park...curiously while there, we walked together a ways out into the riverbed, away from everyone...just the foothills in the distance...first time in a long time I've been even remotely out and about in 'wilderness'...and realized I have no compulsion anymore to go 'outside', or even dote on wilderness scenery...if there isn't human habitation about, of some sort, it's just too lonely!...this may be a passing curio...a few far flung journeys now with Maya, and I'll have back my adventuring!...anyway, I realized I can do something workaday like while walking her, namely write, poking at the notepad, as noted above...I like that, to be outside and about when writing...thought to do self similar thing with my watercolors, but way to problematic with Maya the wild thing beside...when people ask if they can come close, I tell them Maya is wild...maybe me too...the proof copy of my Creative Space Publishing book, The Black Deck Tales came...it's really neat...and not too many errors of spelling and such, I'm finding...in a day or two, I'll have those, those I can find, fixed, and I'll be able to post it live to amazon like Women Can Do No Wrong...not a single copy of that one has sold, which was expected, and likely BDT will follow suit...but, now, when I go to Orange County Poetry Club gatherings, I'll have a 'text' to read from...always wanted to have a chap book...and there's never been a vanity onus to poets making their own chap books, which now CSP facilitates...I'm okay with it anyway...whole blog now for years is just such...I don't know if I can add eleven more epic chapter books to BDT!...a passing notion...but the plot is thickening...and I think I've morphed the Dodona Homeridae into a Chorus which I'll indicate with the underlining when they are just together chatting...ral...things to keep in mind:
quote
- Praepositio: Opens by stating the theme or cause of the epic. This may take the form of a purpose (as in Milton, who proposed "to justify the ways of God to men"); of a question (as in the Iliad, which Homer initiates by asking a Muse to sing of Achilles' anger); or of a situation (as in the Song of Roland, with Charlemagne in Spain).
- Invocation: Writer invokes a Muse, one of the nine daughters of Zeus. The poet prays to the Muses to provide him with divine inspiration to tell the story of a great hero. (This convention is restricted to cultures influenced by European Classical culture. The Epic of Gilgamesh, for example, or the Bhagavata Purana do not contain this element.)
- In medias res: narrative opens "in the middle of things", with the hero at his lowest point. Usually flashbacks show earlier portions of the story.
- Enumeratio: Catalogues and genealogies are given. These long lists of objects, places, and people place the finite action of the epic within a broader, universal context. Often, the poet is also paying homage to the ancestors of audience members.
- Epithet: Heavy use of repetition or stock phrases: e.g., Homer's "rosy-fingered dawn" and "wine-dark sea".
unquote
pics of front and back covers below...all black...of course...
:)
DavidDavid
Sunday, November 20, 2016
OTI:four poems:11/20/16
Open To Interpretation
Walking Slow
"Begin again again?
Sure, every tale
Starts all over!
Once upon upon a time,
A pirate Queen named Dulcinea..."
"Petra." Black Dragon Pet said.
"Yes, Petra too,
She has many names.
Once upon upon a time,
Petra had a Black Dragon for a pet,
Can you guess the Black Dragon's name?"
"Pet!" said Black Dragon Pet.
"Of course, and Petra and Pet
Lived in the Land of Lost Loves,
The Land of the Lost Peoples,
The Land of No Return,
The home of Lenore,
And do you know the Land's name?"
"Nevermore!" said Pet.
"Just so,
And on the shore of Nevermore
Among the ice flows and ice bergs
Rises a long dormant Volcano
Black and red and brooding
With a perpetual cap of snow
Do you know its name?"
"Never!" Pet roared with pleasure.
Petra paused in her singing,
Seeing Ichi,
Tripping and stumbling
In his hurry running to them.
"A blind man has grace
When walking slow."
Petra said.
"Just so," Ichi said,
"The Black Ships are gone from Harbor!"
"Where too?" said Petra.
"North." said Ichi.
"Pet, we'll go see." said Petra,
Leaping aboard Pet's neck saddle.
"I'll not be slow, hold tight."
Said Pet, rising to the heights
Of Volcano Never.
Antique Show
It is only a desk
And a smallish one.
And you only glimpsed
Its carpenter maker?
Yes.
With small drawers for toys
And marbles and such.
A tower like cabinet in the center
With a glass door
And shelves for display.
On either side at the tower's base,
A shelf on left and right
For displays as well.
The models,
Ships and planes and creatures,
Rested there,
The desk top still has the nicks
From their fashioning.
It's made of pine
And has the dark original varnish.
And is one of a kind.
Volcanos
Volcanos are all called Never
Until everyone's eyes
Tear with ash,
Then they're called Terror.
Sunday Best
Oh,
Love regaled
In different pews.
In one my sins they say
Smell to high heaven.
In yours
It's just my old canvas boots
Odiferous from workaday sweat.
That, and my pits
That make your nose curl.
I'll repent and don
My leather hiking boots
That smell of mink oil
While I walk with you
For a song or two.
That, and I'll get some of
That sticky perfume
For my pits too.
But away from such meetings
I eschew all masks.
I am what I am,
My words what they are.
DolphinWords
Walking Slow
"Begin again again?
Sure, every tale
Starts all over!
Once upon upon a time,
A pirate Queen named Dulcinea..."
"Petra." Black Dragon Pet said.
"Yes, Petra too,
She has many names.
Once upon upon a time,
Petra had a Black Dragon for a pet,
Can you guess the Black Dragon's name?"
"Pet!" said Black Dragon Pet.
"Of course, and Petra and Pet
Lived in the Land of Lost Loves,
The Land of the Lost Peoples,
The Land of No Return,
The home of Lenore,
And do you know the Land's name?"
"Nevermore!" said Pet.
"Just so,
And on the shore of Nevermore
Among the ice flows and ice bergs
Rises a long dormant Volcano
Black and red and brooding
With a perpetual cap of snow
Do you know its name?"
"Never!" Pet roared with pleasure.
Petra paused in her singing,
Seeing Ichi,
Tripping and stumbling
In his hurry running to them.
"A blind man has grace
When walking slow."
Petra said.
"Just so," Ichi said,
"The Black Ships are gone from Harbor!"
"Where too?" said Petra.
"North." said Ichi.
"Pet, we'll go see." said Petra,
Leaping aboard Pet's neck saddle.
"I'll not be slow, hold tight."
Said Pet, rising to the heights
Of Volcano Never.
Antique Show
It is only a desk
And a smallish one.
And you only glimpsed
Its carpenter maker?
Yes.
With small drawers for toys
And marbles and such.
A tower like cabinet in the center
With a glass door
And shelves for display.
On either side at the tower's base,
A shelf on left and right
For displays as well.
The models,
Ships and planes and creatures,
Rested there,
The desk top still has the nicks
From their fashioning.
It's made of pine
And has the dark original varnish.
And is one of a kind.
Volcanos
Volcanos are all called Never
Until everyone's eyes
Tear with ash,
Then they're called Terror.
Sunday Best
Oh,
Love regaled
In different pews.
In one my sins they say
Smell to high heaven.
In yours
It's just my old canvas boots
Odiferous from workaday sweat.
That, and my pits
That make your nose curl.
I'll repent and don
My leather hiking boots
That smell of mink oil
While I walk with you
For a song or two.
That, and I'll get some of
That sticky perfume
For my pits too.
But away from such meetings
I eschew all masks.
I am what I am,
My words what they are.
DolphinWords
Friday, November 18, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:11/18/16
Open To Interpretation
Bat Love Potion
A penny for my penance
A token for its worthlessness
Hair clippings poop pee
The whole swarmy lot
Have more value than me
Unless you drink this stink
And I can reside in your night.
DolphinWords
Notes: eesh...there are bat love potions...bat parts seem to be a prime ingredient for such...I studied out some more about hyperobjects, and found them related to something called phenomenology, and that's related to Epicureanism, and that to the feminist Simone Beauvoir...I was studying her wiki, and there was a photo of her and Sartre sitting on couch across from Che Guevara, so I studied wiki's Che page...and all this while I've been reading bits of Lucretius, an old Roman Epicurean...Epicurean's back then were different...they found explanations for things that didn't include gods and superstitions...and Lucretius introduces the notions as a heal all for the wars and troubles of his time, which he blames on gods and superstitions...I should source that...brb...
quote
I fear perhaps thou deemest that we fare
An impious road to realms of thought profane;
But 'tis that same religion oftener far
Hath bred the foul impieties of men:
http://classics.mit.edu/Carus/nature_things.1.i.html
unquote
the 'foul impieties of religion', I think, got picked up by leftist idealists, often atheists, the modern Epicureans, and became 'the foul impieties of capitalists'...for Che it was United Fruit...that and his motorcycle rides through Latin America where he saw lots of poor folk...it's been pointed out that someone with his skills could have found better expression of his concern, as there are many examples, than being a revolutionary...he very nearly lobbed nuclear weapons at us...which seems impious, I'd say!...Che and his ilk often create mirror like opponents, or maybe the opponents made him...it is one of the curios of human nature that cruelty begets a counter cruelty...trick for the peaceful minded is to stay clear of these, which was exactly the goal of the Epicureans...they stayed away from politics...Che too had a pollyanna thought that after the revolution people would transform somehow into peaceful sorts...it's not gonna happen...and there's no escaping human turmoil...however cruel our behavior all seems, we somehow keep lurching forward from generation to generation...Lucretius reads like todays news, as does Che's commentaries...whatever it is, or things, that makes us so, they are like hyperobjects...and they are all too vast and invisible...but we see the self similar manifestations...current events resemble events between the world wars...hyperobjects had another name for the ancient Greeks...gods...
:)
DavidDavid
Bat Love Potion
A penny for my penance
A token for its worthlessness
Hair clippings poop pee
The whole swarmy lot
Have more value than me
Unless you drink this stink
And I can reside in your night.
DolphinWords
Notes: eesh...there are bat love potions...bat parts seem to be a prime ingredient for such...I studied out some more about hyperobjects, and found them related to something called phenomenology, and that's related to Epicureanism, and that to the feminist Simone Beauvoir...I was studying her wiki, and there was a photo of her and Sartre sitting on couch across from Che Guevara, so I studied wiki's Che page...and all this while I've been reading bits of Lucretius, an old Roman Epicurean...Epicurean's back then were different...they found explanations for things that didn't include gods and superstitions...and Lucretius introduces the notions as a heal all for the wars and troubles of his time, which he blames on gods and superstitions...I should source that...brb...
quote
I fear perhaps thou deemest that we fare
An impious road to realms of thought profane;
But 'tis that same religion oftener far
Hath bred the foul impieties of men:
http://classics.mit.edu/Carus/nature_things.1.i.html
unquote
the 'foul impieties of religion', I think, got picked up by leftist idealists, often atheists, the modern Epicureans, and became 'the foul impieties of capitalists'...for Che it was United Fruit...that and his motorcycle rides through Latin America where he saw lots of poor folk...it's been pointed out that someone with his skills could have found better expression of his concern, as there are many examples, than being a revolutionary...he very nearly lobbed nuclear weapons at us...which seems impious, I'd say!...Che and his ilk often create mirror like opponents, or maybe the opponents made him...it is one of the curios of human nature that cruelty begets a counter cruelty...trick for the peaceful minded is to stay clear of these, which was exactly the goal of the Epicureans...they stayed away from politics...Che too had a pollyanna thought that after the revolution people would transform somehow into peaceful sorts...it's not gonna happen...and there's no escaping human turmoil...however cruel our behavior all seems, we somehow keep lurching forward from generation to generation...Lucretius reads like todays news, as does Che's commentaries...whatever it is, or things, that makes us so, they are like hyperobjects...and they are all too vast and invisible...but we see the self similar manifestations...current events resemble events between the world wars...hyperobjects had another name for the ancient Greeks...gods...
:)
DavidDavid
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
OTI:two poems:11/15/16
Open To Interpretation
Infinity
You are Infinity's only friend
And your transcriptions
Her only hope.
Bobcat
Oh,
Snow fallen in the night!
I'd wake up early
To find your footprints on the paths
Before the tourists obscured them.
You didn't make them for me
I know,
And if I followed your trail
Right up to you
How I looked to you
I could only fail to see.
"Click", a pic
For them I made,
And me.
Dolphinwords
Infinity
You are Infinity's only friend
And your transcriptions
Her only hope.
Bobcat
Oh,
Snow fallen in the night!
I'd wake up early
To find your footprints on the paths
Before the tourists obscured them.
You didn't make them for me
I know,
And if I followed your trail
Right up to you
How I looked to you
I could only fail to see.
"Click", a pic
For them I made,
And me.
Dolphinwords
OTI:one poem and notes:11/15/16
Open To Interpretation
Day Book
Every week, every morning
To morning,
I read my book,
Day page after day page day.
One page one day one hour one song,
Your page,
My everyday
Every page day favorite.
DolphinWords
Note: hmmph...there was a book back then, Notes To Myself...brb...1970ish...I don't think I read it...maybe a browse...it was one of those books, like books from authors like Rod McKuen and Leonard Cohen, who did the Seagull one?, and such, that always seemed to be about, late sixties early seventies...an odd time...came to mind thinking that blogs, for the most part, are notes to oneself...hmmph...the proof draft of The Black Deck Tales is being shipped, and I'm kind of anxious to see it!...now one can do, along with blogs, books to themselves!...in reading the other Creative Space Publishing books I picked up at OCPC (Orange County Poetry Club), I realize I'm one of the few readers of them...and likely there will never be a back and forth between me and the authors...so, what they, in a sense, wrote to themselves, I read to myself!...or something...so, so, I updated my WOW, World of Warcraft, video game to the new expansion, and in the intro is a video about how the new adventures begin...brb...here's video...I'm trying to update me now!...Dragon 'flight' came to me doing the Tales, importantly as it lead to Northern, and later Southern, 'Reach'...Reach I was borrowing from the rock climbers, they climb a length of rope, and then another 'reach'...but there's also a sense of location, I think...I didn't study this out!...brb...
quote
a continuous extent of land or water, especially a stretch of river between two bends, or the part of a canal between locks.
unquote
Oh, good, had that right...brb...and with 'reach' as a rock climbing term, I have that wrong, and was thinking of 'pitch', though not far afield, as reaching with one's limbs or ropes is certainly a part of the effort!...writing is like rock climbing...hmmph...the notion of Dragon 'Flights' is at least as far back as the Dragon Riders of Pern stories...there too are the telepathic dragons, and there too, in other stories by Ann McCaffrey, are the 'brainships'...the notion of spaceships that are 'organic'...in this case, piloted by a human brain...something of this too in the Dune stories...the notion of ships that are creatures in and of themselves...this may seem silly, but the notion of Gaia, the earth as a sentient being, not so much...the earth is after all a ship, often thought of as an 'arc'...granted, it doesn't navigate on it's own rotating about the sun, but all things in the universe float as it were in the vacuum, and so 'ships' in a sense, the earth, a 'black ship'...Ann had it too that dragons bond with a human, and probably much else that I've unconsciously borrowed...I read one of the Pern books long ago...and WOW borrows the 'flights' and the dragons' 'colors', so that's in the mix of things I've gathered...looked about for 'northern reach', and found this:
quote
Aptly named, the Northern Reach lies in the northernmost part of Apollyon on a sublet of land that is accessible only by the great Glacier Pass that connects it to the remainder of the territory. The Reach is cold, volatile, and eerily quiet: very few creatures call it home save for the hardier sorts accustomed to year-round cold and icy landscapes. While it thaws somewhat in the heat of summer, for the remainder of the year the Reach is very dangerous due to the icy slopes and frosty paths. Even so, wolves come here to investigate the Caverns that are fabled to be the birthplace of darker magics.
http://www.itd-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=8
unquote
That, I hadn't specifically ever seen!...it's another game it appears...thinking on this, I recall the area in WOW that is all frozen snow covered...'aptly named' would seem to imply one comes to this...convergent geography!...wonder what's about for 'southern reach'...brb...
quote
Jeff VanderMeer has said that the main inspiration for Area X was the hike through St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.[5] However, he's also said that dreams inspired such elements as the writing in the tunnel from Annihilation.[6] Moreover, Jeff has cited a number of books as having an influence on Southern Reach such as The Other Side of the Mountain by Michel Bernanos.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Reach_Trilogy
unquote
odd!...oh, here a New Yorker article about area x...even odder!!!...hmmph..and what is a 'hyperobject'???...brb...
quote
Nonlocal: Hyperobjects are massively distributed in time and space to the extent that their totality cannot be realized in any particular local manifestation. For example, global warming is a hyperobject that impacts meteorological conditions, such as tornado formation. According to Morton, though, objects don't feel global warming, but instead experience tornadoes as they cause damage in specific places. Thus, nonlocality describes the manner in which a hyperobject becomes more substantial than the local manifestations they produce.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_Morton
well, I find the commentary and Morton difficult to follow!...I just watched one of WOW's clips, an interview of one of the game designers, with forum questions, and find it remarkable that folk can talk like that...it's a game, and yet has about it an 'area x', and it's 'hyperobjectivity', like a tornado, manifests in our playing the game...the game itself overall is like 'global warming'...it is everywhere and nowhere, and only comes to light with our attention when we play...it's an odd thing!...but that's kind of how I pictured the 'black deck', among many other things...words have synonyms, antonyms, puns, similarities, all kinds of stuff, so it's hard to say just what all I was going on about with 'black ship', 'black deck'...I'm not sure myself!...the Tales are a very localized thing for me!...and I find myself in sympathy for what Ann said of her own favorite book of hers...
quote
Helva scored well on encephalographic tests and her parents chose the shell option. She would be a brainship, an elite of her kind. "Brainships were, of course, long past the experimental stages" in her time. Supposedly, "the well-oriented brain would not have changed places with the most perfect body in the universe."[12]
The story closes with brainship Helva singing "Taps" at the funeral service for her brawn Jennan. Decades later, son Todd McCaffrey called it "almost an elegy to her father".[13] About that time, she called it her own favorite story, "possibly because I put much of myself into it: myself and the troubles I had in accepting my father's death [1954] and a troubled marriage."[9] She has also called it "the best story I ever wrote", one that still makes her cry.[11] She chose it to read aloud as Guest of Honor at the annual science fiction convention Eurocon 2007.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ship_Who_Sang
these ships, like Ann's dragons, were allied with a human...hmmph...enough...too long a note!...poems as tornados?...don't go there...TMI!...ral...
:)
DavidDavid
Day Book
Every week, every morning
To morning,
I read my book,
Day page after day page day.
One page one day one hour one song,
Your page,
My everyday
Every page day favorite.
DolphinWords
Note: hmmph...there was a book back then, Notes To Myself...brb...1970ish...I don't think I read it...maybe a browse...it was one of those books, like books from authors like Rod McKuen and Leonard Cohen, who did the Seagull one?, and such, that always seemed to be about, late sixties early seventies...an odd time...came to mind thinking that blogs, for the most part, are notes to oneself...hmmph...the proof draft of The Black Deck Tales is being shipped, and I'm kind of anxious to see it!...now one can do, along with blogs, books to themselves!...in reading the other Creative Space Publishing books I picked up at OCPC (Orange County Poetry Club), I realize I'm one of the few readers of them...and likely there will never be a back and forth between me and the authors...so, what they, in a sense, wrote to themselves, I read to myself!...or something...so, so, I updated my WOW, World of Warcraft, video game to the new expansion, and in the intro is a video about how the new adventures begin...brb...here's video...I'm trying to update me now!...Dragon 'flight' came to me doing the Tales, importantly as it lead to Northern, and later Southern, 'Reach'...Reach I was borrowing from the rock climbers, they climb a length of rope, and then another 'reach'...but there's also a sense of location, I think...I didn't study this out!...brb...
quote
a continuous extent of land or water, especially a stretch of river between two bends, or the part of a canal between locks.
"the upper reaches of the Nile"
unquote
Oh, good, had that right...brb...and with 'reach' as a rock climbing term, I have that wrong, and was thinking of 'pitch', though not far afield, as reaching with one's limbs or ropes is certainly a part of the effort!...writing is like rock climbing...hmmph...the notion of Dragon 'Flights' is at least as far back as the Dragon Riders of Pern stories...there too are the telepathic dragons, and there too, in other stories by Ann McCaffrey, are the 'brainships'...the notion of spaceships that are 'organic'...in this case, piloted by a human brain...something of this too in the Dune stories...the notion of ships that are creatures in and of themselves...this may seem silly, but the notion of Gaia, the earth as a sentient being, not so much...the earth is after all a ship, often thought of as an 'arc'...granted, it doesn't navigate on it's own rotating about the sun, but all things in the universe float as it were in the vacuum, and so 'ships' in a sense, the earth, a 'black ship'...Ann had it too that dragons bond with a human, and probably much else that I've unconsciously borrowed...I read one of the Pern books long ago...and WOW borrows the 'flights' and the dragons' 'colors', so that's in the mix of things I've gathered...looked about for 'northern reach', and found this:
quote
Aptly named, the Northern Reach lies in the northernmost part of Apollyon on a sublet of land that is accessible only by the great Glacier Pass that connects it to the remainder of the territory. The Reach is cold, volatile, and eerily quiet: very few creatures call it home save for the hardier sorts accustomed to year-round cold and icy landscapes. While it thaws somewhat in the heat of summer, for the remainder of the year the Reach is very dangerous due to the icy slopes and frosty paths. Even so, wolves come here to investigate the Caverns that are fabled to be the birthplace of darker magics.
http://www.itd-rpg.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=8
unquote
That, I hadn't specifically ever seen!...it's another game it appears...thinking on this, I recall the area in WOW that is all frozen snow covered...'aptly named' would seem to imply one comes to this...convergent geography!...wonder what's about for 'southern reach'...brb...
quote
Jeff VanderMeer has said that the main inspiration for Area X was the hike through St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.[5] However, he's also said that dreams inspired such elements as the writing in the tunnel from Annihilation.[6] Moreover, Jeff has cited a number of books as having an influence on Southern Reach such as The Other Side of the Mountain by Michel Bernanos.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Reach_Trilogy
unquote
odd!...oh, here a New Yorker article about area x...even odder!!!...hmmph..and what is a 'hyperobject'???...brb...
quote
Nonlocal: Hyperobjects are massively distributed in time and space to the extent that their totality cannot be realized in any particular local manifestation. For example, global warming is a hyperobject that impacts meteorological conditions, such as tornado formation. According to Morton, though, objects don't feel global warming, but instead experience tornadoes as they cause damage in specific places. Thus, nonlocality describes the manner in which a hyperobject becomes more substantial than the local manifestations they produce.[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_Morton
well, I find the commentary and Morton difficult to follow!...I just watched one of WOW's clips, an interview of one of the game designers, with forum questions, and find it remarkable that folk can talk like that...it's a game, and yet has about it an 'area x', and it's 'hyperobjectivity', like a tornado, manifests in our playing the game...the game itself overall is like 'global warming'...it is everywhere and nowhere, and only comes to light with our attention when we play...it's an odd thing!...but that's kind of how I pictured the 'black deck', among many other things...words have synonyms, antonyms, puns, similarities, all kinds of stuff, so it's hard to say just what all I was going on about with 'black ship', 'black deck'...I'm not sure myself!...the Tales are a very localized thing for me!...and I find myself in sympathy for what Ann said of her own favorite book of hers...
quote
Helva scored well on encephalographic tests and her parents chose the shell option. She would be a brainship, an elite of her kind. "Brainships were, of course, long past the experimental stages" in her time. Supposedly, "the well-oriented brain would not have changed places with the most perfect body in the universe."[12]
The story closes with brainship Helva singing "Taps" at the funeral service for her brawn Jennan. Decades later, son Todd McCaffrey called it "almost an elegy to her father".[13] About that time, she called it her own favorite story, "possibly because I put much of myself into it: myself and the troubles I had in accepting my father's death [1954] and a troubled marriage."[9] She has also called it "the best story I ever wrote", one that still makes her cry.[11] She chose it to read aloud as Guest of Honor at the annual science fiction convention Eurocon 2007.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ship_Who_Sang
these ships, like Ann's dragons, were allied with a human...hmmph...enough...too long a note!...poems as tornados?...don't go there...TMI!...ral...
:)
DavidDavid
Friday, November 11, 2016
OTI:three poems, notes, one emoticom:11/11/16
Open To Interpretation
Robert Graves
So, so
You were successful
And left us for that other trench
And now you want to come back.
Not many successful tales
Have that plot,
But we'll make room
And think of something
And send you back
Where you now belong.
Tulips
So, so
We're killing someone over there
Everyday
With bombs and bullets
Made in the USA
And you want to go on and on
With these solemn
Medal bedecked memorials.
Those flowers wilt in a day.
Over there they tiptoe through
Those metallic tulips
Everyday.
Decisions Decisions
So so
You think it's right
You think it's wrong
You think it's weak
You think it's strong
Tell me
When the bullets whiz by my ears
What you decide
If it won't take too long.
DolphinWords
Notes: Robert Graves...reference Goodbye To All That by Robert Graves, his personal tale of WW1...that title, I think, is from an old Greek tragedy, the one with the watch towers on mountain tops from Troy to Greece lighting their signaling bonfires to report the victory at Troy...the first soldier to report at Agamemnon's palace goes on about things, and in passing says, 'goodbye to all that'...the ten year siege of Troy...I happened on that in a translation I haven't again happened on!...anyway, it's 11/11/11 again...Decisions Decisions...generic from my generation's era...and still the case for current it seems...Tulip...now, this one is a curio!...'flowers wilt' is hackneyed, a low hanging conceit, but I wanted to get to a 'flower' that doesn't wilt, namely the bombs and bullets...and that old song 'Tiptoe through the Tulips' came to mind...kind of hoped it was WW1 era song...Tiny Tim certainly gave it that old time recording tinny sound, but no, composed in 1929...anyway, 'tulip' for the bombs and bullets is apt!...the flower buds look a bit like a hand grenade, and the underground bulbs are like land mines, which is a fit with tip toeing...normally I wouldn't lay this all out, but studying out tulips, which I did before for another poem, it's sacred to some goddess...brb...oh, I cant recall what I was on about before with tulips...it's in the notes for a poem back their a ways...anyway, it is native to Turkey and the Middle East (that post about the Turkish national park has it...Mount Sipylus and Cyble)...anyway, tulips are native to, as it happens, those places currently in conflict, from Turkey and the Middle East, all the way over to the Central Asian borders with China...maybe it's a climate thing!...there's a lot of symbolism to tulips, most of it romantic, but it appears on Iran's current flag in an abstract script that translates out as the name of God in the shape of a tulip...Tulips too are Iran's mention of fallen soldiers who defended Iran, their martyrs...and so tulips have a laden meaning to many...curiously, the Iranian flag is a tricolor...
quote
A tricolour is a type of flag or banner design with a triband design which originated in the 16th century as a symbol of republicanism, liberty or indeed revolution.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tricolour_(flag)
unquote
...our flag is a tricolor...anyway, looking at the little location map of Iran at the wiki page, I took note of the big body of water to the east of the Black Sea...what's that?...the Caspian Sea...Central Asia is just like out of sight out of mind...but I've been there before in a study...in the ramp up to the first gulf war there was some nervousness about how the Russians would respond...Iraq was arms trading ally...all those tanks we blew up were Russian, and in a back and forth talk in a forum, it popped into my head to post, 'Beware the Caspian Gates'...notion being that any troop movements by Russia would go through the Gates to get to Iraq...that may still be a notion!...but there have been times in history when what was on the other side of the Gates, the Central Asian barbarian hordes, were a genuine fear...that's why the gates are there!...they are also known as the Gates of Alexander...it's remarkable the impression Alexander the Great left on the Persians...some of their lore has it he built the Gates, even though they predate his conquest...Gog and Magog are said to be on the other side of the Gates...just waiting...
quote
The early Muslim traditions were summarised by Zakariya al-Qazwini (d. 1283) in two popular works called the Cosmography and the Geography. Gog and Magog, he says, live near to the sea that encircles the Earth and can be counted only by God; they are only half the height of a normal man, with claws instead of nails and a hairy tail and huge hairy ears which they use as mattress and cover for sleeping.[104] They scratch at their wall each day until they almost break through, and each night God restores it, but when they do break through they will be so numerous that "their vanguard is in Syria and their rear in Khorasan".[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gog_and_Magog
unquote
physical walls don't work too well...they keep them out, but they also keep one in...treaties and deals are the tradition...if a wall goes up between us and Mexico, treaties will come down...example: Israel and the Palestinians...but the evangelical hordes want their fight, and have their heavily made up proponents...INSIDIOUS - "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" - Music Video...eesh...
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DavidDavid
Robert Graves
So, so
You were successful
And left us for that other trench
And now you want to come back.
Not many successful tales
Have that plot,
But we'll make room
And think of something
And send you back
Where you now belong.
Tulips
So, so
We're killing someone over there
Everyday
With bombs and bullets
Made in the USA
And you want to go on and on
With these solemn
Medal bedecked memorials.
Those flowers wilt in a day.
Over there they tiptoe through
Those metallic tulips
Everyday.
Decisions Decisions
So so
You think it's right
You think it's wrong
You think it's weak
You think it's strong
Tell me
When the bullets whiz by my ears
What you decide
If it won't take too long.
DolphinWords
Notes: Robert Graves...reference Goodbye To All That by Robert Graves, his personal tale of WW1...that title, I think, is from an old Greek tragedy, the one with the watch towers on mountain tops from Troy to Greece lighting their signaling bonfires to report the victory at Troy...the first soldier to report at Agamemnon's palace goes on about things, and in passing says, 'goodbye to all that'...the ten year siege of Troy...I happened on that in a translation I haven't again happened on!...anyway, it's 11/11/11 again...Decisions Decisions...generic from my generation's era...and still the case for current it seems...Tulip...now, this one is a curio!...'flowers wilt' is hackneyed, a low hanging conceit, but I wanted to get to a 'flower' that doesn't wilt, namely the bombs and bullets...and that old song 'Tiptoe through the Tulips' came to mind...kind of hoped it was WW1 era song...Tiny Tim certainly gave it that old time recording tinny sound, but no, composed in 1929...anyway, 'tulip' for the bombs and bullets is apt!...the flower buds look a bit like a hand grenade, and the underground bulbs are like land mines, which is a fit with tip toeing...normally I wouldn't lay this all out, but studying out tulips, which I did before for another poem, it's sacred to some goddess...brb...oh, I cant recall what I was on about before with tulips...it's in the notes for a poem back their a ways...anyway, it is native to Turkey and the Middle East (that post about the Turkish national park has it...Mount Sipylus and Cyble)...anyway, tulips are native to, as it happens, those places currently in conflict, from Turkey and the Middle East, all the way over to the Central Asian borders with China...maybe it's a climate thing!...there's a lot of symbolism to tulips, most of it romantic, but it appears on Iran's current flag in an abstract script that translates out as the name of God in the shape of a tulip...Tulips too are Iran's mention of fallen soldiers who defended Iran, their martyrs...and so tulips have a laden meaning to many...curiously, the Iranian flag is a tricolor...
quote
A tricolour is a type of flag or banner design with a triband design which originated in the 16th century as a symbol of republicanism, liberty or indeed revolution.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tricolour_(flag)
unquote
...our flag is a tricolor...anyway, looking at the little location map of Iran at the wiki page, I took note of the big body of water to the east of the Black Sea...what's that?...the Caspian Sea...Central Asia is just like out of sight out of mind...but I've been there before in a study...in the ramp up to the first gulf war there was some nervousness about how the Russians would respond...Iraq was arms trading ally...all those tanks we blew up were Russian, and in a back and forth talk in a forum, it popped into my head to post, 'Beware the Caspian Gates'...notion being that any troop movements by Russia would go through the Gates to get to Iraq...that may still be a notion!...but there have been times in history when what was on the other side of the Gates, the Central Asian barbarian hordes, were a genuine fear...that's why the gates are there!...they are also known as the Gates of Alexander...it's remarkable the impression Alexander the Great left on the Persians...some of their lore has it he built the Gates, even though they predate his conquest...Gog and Magog are said to be on the other side of the Gates...just waiting...
quote
The early Muslim traditions were summarised by Zakariya al-Qazwini (d. 1283) in two popular works called the Cosmography and the Geography. Gog and Magog, he says, live near to the sea that encircles the Earth and can be counted only by God; they are only half the height of a normal man, with claws instead of nails and a hairy tail and huge hairy ears which they use as mattress and cover for sleeping.[104] They scratch at their wall each day until they almost break through, and each night God restores it, but when they do break through they will be so numerous that "their vanguard is in Syria and their rear in Khorasan".[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gog_and_Magog
unquote
physical walls don't work too well...they keep them out, but they also keep one in...treaties and deals are the tradition...if a wall goes up between us and Mexico, treaties will come down...example: Israel and the Palestinians...but the evangelical hordes want their fight, and have their heavily made up proponents...INSIDIOUS - "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" - Music Video...eesh...
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DavidDavid
Thursday, November 10, 2016
OTI:two poems and notes:11/10/16
Open To Interpretation
Second Labor
For pop Alz was a dream.
They all dream,
And we call them 'they'
As they're like children
Before they're named.
But I don't know,
Maybe he was lucid as I
And can recall each day.
Don't know,
Not a one of them has returned
To explain it.
It looks to be hell,
The continual looping
Memories repeated spinning.
Caring, I experienced what I could,
Eating sleeping existing
Beside him day after day,
Looking into the entrance
To the underworld
With its guardian,
The Lernaean Hydra.
You don't need to see this,
But Alz is like
That many headed serpent's
Heads talking all at once,
Arguing incessantly with one another,
Making no sense.
Quiet one head down
And the dragon grows another,
Maybe more.
And they are ear piercing loud.
Even when peacefully sleeping,
The afterimage of their screaming
Makes their waking a dread.
While you wait while they sleep
Maybe you sleep too
Only to hear them in your dreams,
See them in your dreams.
I still do.
Pop's one pissed off ghost,
And my clothes still soiled with
Virulent hydra blood.
You don't want to be
Too close to them
Or me.
So, So,
So, so,
Again I'm again a student
With his homework project
As again
A paper mâché volcano,
A carved balsa wood Stonehenge.
Show and tell has always
Been my favorite time,
My words alive with telling
And your eyes as well listening
For awhile
Until I see the long parade
Of my fellow students' projects
Dulls your gaze over mine.
So, so,
I show you my kids' stuff
I thought of interest
Just like back then
I'm still in school
Retelling my adventures,
But I note your own interest
Behind your eyes
Keened by your own adventures,
And for these tales of mine
You have little time.
So so
Pursuant to some future
I make my superstitious way.
You, superstitious too?
Oh, we have that in common,
Not a good sign.
DolphinWords
Notes: Second Labor...reference the second labor of Hercules, slaying of the Lernaean Hydra, the serpent/dragon with many heads...cut one off, and it grew another...Alz reference Alzheimers...I hesitate to post this one, but I realized my experience was a fit with Hercules'...I'm not Hercules!...the old myths are made much of by different interests...these interests see in them allegories...modern psychology references its diagnosis to the myths...metaphysicians see allegories of spiritual things...and scientific principled scientists see things too...there's some merit to all of them...I'm finding the old Greeks loved ambiguity...every so often they would have contests for playwrights, like the Olympics for athletes...plays were submitted, and from these a few plays were chosen, each playwright given a whole day to themselves to perform three tragedies, and a satyr play, and after the performance the judges would vote...brb...
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At the end of these three days a jury of ten people chosen by lot from the body of citizens chose the best choir, best actor and best author. At the end of the performances, the judges placed a tablet inscribed with the name of their choice inside an urn, after which five tablets were randomly selected. The person who received the highest amount of votes won. The winning author, actor and choir were thus selected not purely by lot, but chance did play a part.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_tragedy
unquote
That's ingenious ambiguity...almost like our having a popular vote, and an electoral college vote from the all or nothing win for each state...hmmph...one way to let the gods have a hand in things!...I've distanced myself from alz...just don't like to even to talk/think of it...or even medical things in general...which maybe doesn't help much for people who might benefit from my experiences...though in truth, the entire blog is dripping in hydra blood...hydra blood eventually does in Hercules...how'd Dante put it?...brb...
quote
Dante passes through the gate of Hell, which bears an inscription ending with the famous phrase "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate",[17] most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
unquote
I can't even read through wiki's takes on Dante...an allegorist algorithm of some sort keeps dumb bunnies like me out of that cabbage patch, which is just as well...medical books/things make me glaze over too...but on reading the wiki Dante takes, I see a segue into the So, So, s...Dante is guided by Virgil, a student with a teacher...not an unfamiliar relationship to me!...I regard everyone as my guide/teacher, always have, always will, I guess...always feel like I'm the little kid tagging along...which often leads to disappointment when the big kids ditch me!...oh, I need to do some poems about being 'ditched'!...it is just the worst...but I always look up...
quote
Today "Hydra-like problem" or "hydra" refers to a multifaceted problem that seems incapable of step-by-step solution, or to one that worsens upon conventional attempts to solve it, for example, attempts to suppress a particular piece of information resulting in it being disseminated even more widely.
http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythology/LernaeanHydra.html
unquote
hmmph...oh!...I figured out the strange increase of pageviews...had to study this out!...in google blog editor there is a page or two that show statistics on pageviews...this has a name, Google Analytics...it is useful for those marketing their blog...for me, it's just vanity to look at it, and wonder who in the world in Sudan would happen on my blog!...and in the study, I discovered something called Referral Spam...this is when a bot finds the analytic page, and visits it...doesn't even visit the blog, just the analytic...but it leaves a pageview notation, as if it visited the blog...the purpose of this apparently is to dupe someone studying the analytics to click on the web site source, the bot's, that is funneling all the pageviews, just to see it, and so be lured to whatever the site is about...the analytics have things like what search engine and platforms viewers are reaching the blog with...this is all very dull, and now that I know where all those recent pageviews are from, I can go back to ignoring the analytics!
:)
DavidDavid
Second Labor
For pop Alz was a dream.
They all dream,
And we call them 'they'
As they're like children
Before they're named.
But I don't know,
Maybe he was lucid as I
And can recall each day.
Don't know,
Not a one of them has returned
To explain it.
It looks to be hell,
The continual looping
Memories repeated spinning.
Caring, I experienced what I could,
Eating sleeping existing
Beside him day after day,
Looking into the entrance
To the underworld
With its guardian,
The Lernaean Hydra.
You don't need to see this,
But Alz is like
That many headed serpent's
Heads talking all at once,
Arguing incessantly with one another,
Making no sense.
Quiet one head down
And the dragon grows another,
Maybe more.
And they are ear piercing loud.
Even when peacefully sleeping,
The afterimage of their screaming
Makes their waking a dread.
While you wait while they sleep
Maybe you sleep too
Only to hear them in your dreams,
See them in your dreams.
I still do.
Pop's one pissed off ghost,
And my clothes still soiled with
Virulent hydra blood.
You don't want to be
Too close to them
Or me.
So, So,
So, so,
Again I'm again a student
With his homework project
As again
A paper mâché volcano,
A carved balsa wood Stonehenge.
Show and tell has always
Been my favorite time,
My words alive with telling
And your eyes as well listening
For awhile
Until I see the long parade
Of my fellow students' projects
Dulls your gaze over mine.
So, so,
I show you my kids' stuff
I thought of interest
Just like back then
I'm still in school
Retelling my adventures,
But I note your own interest
Behind your eyes
Keened by your own adventures,
And for these tales of mine
You have little time.
So so
Pursuant to some future
I make my superstitious way.
You, superstitious too?
Oh, we have that in common,
Not a good sign.
DolphinWords
Notes: Second Labor...reference the second labor of Hercules, slaying of the Lernaean Hydra, the serpent/dragon with many heads...cut one off, and it grew another...Alz reference Alzheimers...I hesitate to post this one, but I realized my experience was a fit with Hercules'...I'm not Hercules!...the old myths are made much of by different interests...these interests see in them allegories...modern psychology references its diagnosis to the myths...metaphysicians see allegories of spiritual things...and scientific principled scientists see things too...there's some merit to all of them...I'm finding the old Greeks loved ambiguity...every so often they would have contests for playwrights, like the Olympics for athletes...plays were submitted, and from these a few plays were chosen, each playwright given a whole day to themselves to perform three tragedies, and a satyr play, and after the performance the judges would vote...brb...
quote
At the end of these three days a jury of ten people chosen by lot from the body of citizens chose the best choir, best actor and best author. At the end of the performances, the judges placed a tablet inscribed with the name of their choice inside an urn, after which five tablets were randomly selected. The person who received the highest amount of votes won. The winning author, actor and choir were thus selected not purely by lot, but chance did play a part.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_tragedy
unquote
That's ingenious ambiguity...almost like our having a popular vote, and an electoral college vote from the all or nothing win for each state...hmmph...one way to let the gods have a hand in things!...I've distanced myself from alz...just don't like to even to talk/think of it...or even medical things in general...which maybe doesn't help much for people who might benefit from my experiences...though in truth, the entire blog is dripping in hydra blood...hydra blood eventually does in Hercules...how'd Dante put it?...brb...
quote
Dante passes through the gate of Hell, which bears an inscription ending with the famous phrase "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate",[17] most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here."[
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inferno_(Dante)
unquote
I can't even read through wiki's takes on Dante...an allegorist algorithm of some sort keeps dumb bunnies like me out of that cabbage patch, which is just as well...medical books/things make me glaze over too...but on reading the wiki Dante takes, I see a segue into the So, So, s...Dante is guided by Virgil, a student with a teacher...not an unfamiliar relationship to me!...I regard everyone as my guide/teacher, always have, always will, I guess...always feel like I'm the little kid tagging along...which often leads to disappointment when the big kids ditch me!...oh, I need to do some poems about being 'ditched'!...it is just the worst...but I always look up...
quote
Today "Hydra-like problem" or "hydra" refers to a multifaceted problem that seems incapable of step-by-step solution, or to one that worsens upon conventional attempts to solve it, for example, attempts to suppress a particular piece of information resulting in it being disseminated even more widely.
http://www.mlahanas.de/Greeks/Mythology/LernaeanHydra.html
unquote
hmmph...oh!...I figured out the strange increase of pageviews...had to study this out!...in google blog editor there is a page or two that show statistics on pageviews...this has a name, Google Analytics...it is useful for those marketing their blog...for me, it's just vanity to look at it, and wonder who in the world in Sudan would happen on my blog!...and in the study, I discovered something called Referral Spam...this is when a bot finds the analytic page, and visits it...doesn't even visit the blog, just the analytic...but it leaves a pageview notation, as if it visited the blog...the purpose of this apparently is to dupe someone studying the analytics to click on the web site source, the bot's, that is funneling all the pageviews, just to see it, and so be lured to whatever the site is about...the analytics have things like what search engine and platforms viewers are reaching the blog with...this is all very dull, and now that I know where all those recent pageviews are from, I can go back to ignoring the analytics!
:)
DavidDavid
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