Sunday, July 3, 2016

OTI:six poems and notes:7/3/16

Open To Interpretation


There's no shrine to you in Town
I know of,
Maybe the Sycamore Tree
Growing wide spread
From the Boulevard median
Outside the tall windows
From where I sit with
Contemplative coffee
Watching traffic
Will do.
Then again,
Hardly a requested location,
And like mine I pressed in her hand,
Easily overlooked.


Have I read too many romances,
Made myself a fool filled
With the usual
Repetitive expectations
Repeated in congregated chants
About one or another theology of Love?
By the Sycamore Tree
The vagabonds
With their white buckets of flowers
Have been absent.
While they're away
I wonder
What flowers you like
And where in the world
I can hand them to you.


A more graceful offering
I must learn
As clearly my approach
Has been that of an oaf
Judging from the results!

Pan's School

Pan's school is just down the Boulevard,
A bit South from the Sycamore.
During the day
Parking's not a problem.


There's an old Greek word
To make my coffee cup empty.
And Hippolytus behind his chariot?
"More coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."


Notes: Aphrodite...and shrines in Town...though something of the sort way up in Oakland, where I snagged a bit from Euripides...


“Do you not see what a great goddess Aphrodite is?

She whom you can neither name nor measure, how great she is by nature from how great a thing she comes through. She nourishes you and me and all the mortals. And as proof, so that you might not only comprehend this in words, I will show you by deed, the strength of the goddess. On the one hand earth desires rain when the dry barren ground is in need of moisture on account of drought; and on the other hand, the revered sky, when it is filled with rain by Aphrodite, desires that it fall on the earth; and when the two mingle into the same thing, they beget everything for us, and at the same time, they nurture everything through which the mortal race lives and grows.”
— Euripides frag. 898


Romances...thought of the Sycamore as a roadside shrine, rather than a temple...thinking on temples and the periodic formulated rituals...I go all syllabilic just thinking such...Learn...a goof...Pan's School, another goof...Sophrosyne...:


In Greek literature sophrosyne is considered an important quality, and is expressed in opposition to the concept of "hubris". A noted example of this occurs in Homer's The Iliad: When Agamemnon decides to take the queen, Briseis, away from Achilles, it is seen as Agamemnon behaving with hubris and lacking sophrosyne.[1] Sophrosyne also appears as a major theme in Hippolytus by Euripides, as Hippolytus acts in self-control and purity when abstaining from all sexual relations, but holds a distinct lack of moderation.



Do I forget even your birthday,
Like from the whole Nation
Taking away the Fourth of July
And making it just another fourth of July?
It's like that everywhere else, you know,
Happy Fourth!



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