Tuesday, January 31, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:1/31/17

Open To Interpretation

The Battle of Drepana

Consulted as to the progress
Of the battle soon at hand,
The chickens wouldn't eat.
Not just any chickens,
The auspicious ones;
And the superstitious
Inauspicious crews
Went off their feed too.
Auspicious or not,
The captain threw
The chickens overboard,
"Bibant, quoniam esse nolunt."
The old Romans
Had a way with words,
And the Carthaginians
Had their way
With the Roman fleet
That day.
"If they won't eat,
Let them drink.",
Said the captain
To explain his impiety.


Notes: well, I don't want to drift away from the "I and You" back and forth poems...I do on occasion just 'post hole' into old history stuff, and it's a tradition too to turn a phrase on some history stuff...Shakespeare et al...hmmph...found the Battle tale just double checking the spelling of Drepana...that and mulling the disaster in Yemen...which would have been in big type on old newspaper news...it's worse, much worse, than Jimmy Carter's helicopter rescue 'mess'...but it's getting a pass...and no one mentions the cost of the Osprey...and by no one I mean the journalists posting up the tale...search the girl's name today's date...somewhere between 75 and 100 million...and it's not like I'm new to history stuff...there's Yemen/JFK/Saudi stuff way back there...and they say Iran too, then, and now...Iran tests a ballistic missile and it gets a big say...okay...but Iran has already put satellites into orbit...seems a bit late...seems everyone slow on the uptake...at least the Romans had chickens to consult!



Saturday, January 28, 2017

OTI:three poems and notes:1/28/17

Open To Interpretation


We need another word than 'impressive'...
Yes, it's a bit overused...
How the heck did he do that!
It's dragon's work...
He doesn't have a dragon...
Does he?
No, he doesn't even entertain the thought...
Or does he?
"Leave him be." said Emily.


Black Dragon Onyx's
Humankind household
Applauded Pausias' tale.
And Onyx felt the
Jealous sadness
Dragon's feel
To hear people's songs
And adventures.
When pleased
Dragons go 'hmmmph',
And snort smoke,
Flame if very pleased,
And with a roar too!
The Great Room
Of Onyx's Dragon Tower
Echoed to Onyx's happiness,
And was warm and loud.
"I know King Alcinous."
Said Medea.
Pausias bowed his head
In acknowledgement,
"Just so," he said.
"Last I knew,
He ruled Drepana,
And now Phaeatia?"
Said Medea.
"As always," said Pausias.
He has many lands."
"And Odysseus with Athena
Thereabout, this is current?"
Said Medea.
"From our Sacred Grove,
Said Pausias,
"And shrine for Aphrodite,
Her wide ranging
Messaging Pigeons and Doves
Inform of the Wide World."
"Phaeatia lies in the Great Ocean,"
Said Medea,
"I saw its coast from the back
Of Onyx on our thither and hither
To Athens.
From there to here is near."
"Odysseus now approaches"
Said Pausias,
"Aboard King Alcinous'
Own gifted Black Ship,
Nausicaa as Captain,
Phaeatians for crew."
"And Athena aboard?"
Said Medea.
"Athena's touch is light,
Her game pieces set,
She returned to Olympus."
Said Pausias.
"Following on are
Theseus' and Ariadne's,
Minos' and Pasiphae's
Black Ships."
"I know Pasiphae!"
Said Medea,
"She is my aunt!"
"It will be a crowd of Black Ships,"
Said Dulcinea,
"Liz, Medea, Argo,
Add to the count."
Medea sat with her
Infant son on her lap,
And thought.
They all thought.
And Onyx 'hmmmphed',
And snorted smoke
As Dragons do when not
Pleased too.
"More, Pausias." Onyx said.
"For certain?"  Pausias said,
Meeting Onyx's gaze.
"It must be read."
Said Onyx.
Pausias turned to Medea,
"Your son has Dragon Blood."
Said Pausias.
"Hephaestus' errant sperm,
Rejected by Athena,
Fell upon the earth,
Fathered Erichthonious upon Gaia,
And from the union
Erichthonious was half human,
Half dragon,
A shape shifter
When such was common
Among Gaia's brood.
By Athena's favor
He was made King of Athens,
And so his descendants too,
Under Athena's protection,
Aegeus, then Theseus,
And now your son,
Most recent
Of the lineage.
More human now
Than Dragon
The blood line,
But Dragon talents remain still
To perform Dragon skills.
"And Hephaestus' skills too."
Said Medea,
Looking on her child with wonder.
"Hephaestus is an idiot,"
Said Medea to her infant,
"Best you take after your Grandmothers."
"A Dragon Name for your son."
Said Onyx.
Medea met Onyx's gaze.
"Just so."
Said Medea.
"Benitoite his name!"
Said Onyx
And roared.


At Ishi's Village
By her cave
Below the Rocky Slope
With Kannon nearby
For her guide and eyes,
Blind Black Dragon Pet
Watched her infant,
Black Dragon Ametrine
Play with Doves.
"Some message they share?"
Said Kannon, looking on too.
Pet snorted smoke,
"Dragons always aware,
Said Pet.
"And the future beware.
'Benitoite, a royal torc,
Will ride Ametrine.',
A message rare."


Notes: reference King Alcinous, Hephaestus and Athena, and Aphrodite, and her Doves, Gaia, Pasiphae, Drepana, Erichthonious, the snake behind Athena's shield, Benitoite, torc...bit all twisted up, torqued!, and this the end of Book 2 of The Black Tales...may divert awhile to compile, and give thought!...highlight a word and it goes into google's search box, if using google's page, then click on search, and wiki's takes will be there...oh, and San Benito River...brb...and St. Benedict is the river's namesake, "Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux" ...hmmmph....Drepana was misspelled...update...hmmph...



OTI:two poems and notes:1/28/17

Open To Interpretation

Present, Past, Future

The present knows
The past,
Easy said.
The present knows the future,
Not so easy read.


"All up and down the long beach,
Distant seen from the
Walls of Troy,
Row upon row
Of shore bound
Wooden Black Ships.
The carpenters were about
Everyday salvaging
From the sea worm ridden
And dry rot deteriorating
Wooden Black Ships
Wood and materials
To keep at least
A few wood ships seaworthy."
Said Odysseus.
"Such is the fate
Of Wooden Black Ships."
Said King Alcinous.
"Just so,"
Said Odysseus
"And we wanted to go home.
We had camped ten
Long years on Llium's shore
Besieged by our own siege.
We had no where to go,
And we were going native.
Families the men
Went to making
With native girls
No sooner we arrived,
Such were the prizes
To be won from the towns
And countryside around Troy.
The beach was swarming with
New kids and new moms,
And their relatives
Providing for us.
We sat on our laurels,
Gossiped and quarreled,
Fought more amongst our selves
Than against the Trojans
Behind their impenetrable walls."
"Tell us of the great wooden horse!"
Said Alcinous.
"Oh, you've heard tell."
Said Odysseus.
"Yes!" said Alcinous,
"How you, Odysseus,
Had fashioned a great wooden horse,
How the Greek heroes hid inside
While all the Greek crews
And their allies
Boarded their Wooden Black Ships,
Sailed away,
Conceding to the Trojans,
Who mistook the Great Horse
For a Greek gift,
And took it inside their walls
To their dismay that night.
The Myrmidons the Horse emptied
That night
And the heroes flattened Troy."
"Oh, you know the tale,
Said Odysseus,
"What can I add?"
Odysseus looked over
The gathered household
Of King Alcinous.
The adults were seated and resting
On the cushioned benches
Surrounding the Warm Corposant,
And satisfied from the evening meal
But hungry to hear the stranger's tales.
Phaeacians usually are
Unpleasant to strangers,
But for a Tale,
And by King Alcinous sympathy
For Odysseus plight
Related by Nausicaa,
They all set aside their old custom,
Death to strangers,
Nausicaa's dread.
She'd fallen in love with Odysseus.
At Odysseus feet were the nobles'
Children, among them Athena,
Hidden, disguised as a village girl.
Odysseus met her gaze,
Her steady grey eyes,
And she smiled a knowing smile.
"Just so it wasn't!"
Said Odysseus.
"It wasn't a great wooden horse,
Just a pony,
And not filled with many heroes,
Just one.
One day,
Of the many long weary days,
We sat relaxed on the beach
While the children ran
Back and forth
Playing Greeks and Trojans
With wooden swords and shields
And small blunted spears.
A hero led the little Greeks.
Pushed by his cohorts,
He rode a wheeled
White wooden pony
With red mane and tail,
Painted and fashioned
By the shipwrights from ship scraps.
We watched, and I thought,
And I thought,
Seeing the little Trojans
About to become victorious
Surrounding the hero on his pony,
And I thought,
And found the pony was hollow,
And you can follow.
I counseled King Agamemnon.
We prepared the boy
On how to lever open the
Great Wall's Gate.
And we gathered up everyone
And set sail in our Wooden Black Ships,
Enough then for everyone
Though fewer ships than we came with,
Attrition being such.
We had nothing to lose,
A small boy hidden in a toy horse
For a wager,
And we could turn right back around.
The Trojans thought it a joy
We were finally gone!
Likely we have
Our gods and goddesses
To thank that the small hero
Did Archimedes proud
And levered the Gate
Open a crack
While all of Troy slept.
We couldn't slay them,
Not after that,
But we did lay the walls flat
And took Helen back
And the Trojan nobles captive.
And the young hero
Is to ever be unsung,
Such is the pride
Of both Greeks and Trojans.
Troy was abandoned."
"You are indeed Odysseus!"
Said Alcinous,
"And no stranger to Phaeacians!"
Alcinous motioned to an attendant
Who with a corposant lantern
Shed light on a darkened corner
Of the Palace's Great Room.
There stood
The white and red wooden pony.
"Phaeacians too were
On that forsaken beach,
My son your hero."
"Just so,"
Said Odysseus,
"The world not told."
"And for the best."
Said King Alcinous.


Notes:oh, I misspelled DolphinWords, DolphinWhorlds!...reference King Alcinous, his son Laodamas, the Odyssey, and an odd dream I had of kids playing war, one on a white pony!...oh, and reference white horses...and the song 'six white horses'...and spindle whorl!



Thursday, January 26, 2017

OTI:two poems and note:1/26/17

Open To Interpretation


I'm pathetic,
A pathetic fallacy
To be exact,
A rain cloud that weeps,
A flower garden
That laughs and sings.
Just so,
I'm an abstract extract
In my own
Zippedee doo da days.

Stories And Songs

"Something you should know,
Queen Medea,"
Said Pausias.
"The Sword and the Sandals
We're made by Hephaestus
At Athena's bequest."
"Common trophies, I thought,"
Said Medea.
"Onyx took them for a prize
From Theseus."
Hephaestus' hurried exit
Left the small door open
And wind blown snow
Swirled inside the Great Room.
The Golden Fleece shown
In the Lanterns' light
Resting on the tripod,
And on the Fleece
The Sword and Sandals.
An attendant closed the door.
"You know things, Pausias."
Said Medea.
"Yes, for artists to illustrate
We must know the Lore."
Said Pausias.
"And there's more."
"How so?"
Said Medea.
"You may all want
To be seated to hear."
Said Pausias.
In the Great Room center
Was a small crater
Holding a Warm Corposant,
The most prized treasure
Of Black Ships.
Surrounding were benches
With cushions.
Medea with her infant,
Took a seat beside Dulcinea.
Too, the artists and Onyx's
Humankind household
All found seats.
A story to hear!
Onyx nestled in close.
Stories are as good as songs!


Notes: reference 'Song of the South'...oh, and wiki's Hephaestus take too...



Tuesday, January 24, 2017

OTI:one poem and notes:1/24/17

Open To Interpretation

Athena's Thigh

"Ametrine fell there
Into where sunlight
Unblends from
Green to blue
To blackest ink
Beneath the sea."
Said Black Dragon Onyx.
"Here, from the
Black Ship fantail,
The tether rope
That Ichi slid down
To the Long Slender Craft
With me over his shoulder."
Said Queen Dulcinea.
Pausias sketched thumbnails
At the two places
On the Mural's wall.
"What was it about, Onyx?"
Said Dulcinea,
"Why did the Flight attack?"
"It was no attack,"
Said Onyx,
"It was a reconnoiter.
We wanted you back.
You were born to us,
You belong with us,
You were to be our Queen."
"Black Ships are temperamental,"
Said Dulcinea,
"And I wasn't in command."
"Just so,"
Said Onyx,
"And a Black Ship crewed
By Humankind
With harpoon skills
New to Dragons."
"Ishmael, Quequig,
My ship wrecked friends
I found ashore,"
Said Dulcinea,
"Arrived by coffin,
Along with Pip.
They throw Black Ship Harpoons
Just for fun.
Ned Land,
The Cephalopods' serious harpoon menace,
Ishmael recruited
From the blood slick aftermath,
When Nemo's Nautilus and Black Dragon's
Engaged enraged
Beneath the waves.
His wounded crew
Put us on guard."
"The Southern Flight that was,"
Said Onyx,
"Pursuant of Nemo's Nautilus'
Treasure ballasts.
One by one,
Black Ships are acquiring crews,
And for Black Dragon's
The harvest of Corposants curtailed."
If this propagation spreads,
Our Towers, our Villages,
Our Nests,
Both Reaches,
Will darken and be cold."
Said Dulcinea,
"But I can't tell you the pleasure
For Black Ship Captains and Crews
To gallop over the rippled black sea."
"No need,"
Said Onyx,
"We hear you singing,
And know the feeling."
Queen Medea listened,
And said,
"I know Greeks,
And their gods,
Likely more will follow
So long as Black Ships
Keep appearing in the Aegean.
I knew not a purpose,
Only to wander
When I boarded mine
With Hephaestus.
And again Greeks
Bring grief following on my grief."
"You are our Queen now Medea,"
Said Onyx,
"The Northern Reach your home."
Medea held her infant son,
And thought,
Seeing the Great Mural,
Black Dragons and the Black Ship battling.
"Black Ship Liz,
And Black Ship Medea
Follow on on my arrival,"
Said Dulcinea,
"My crew soon here
And more than a match
For a few Greeks."
"There will be more Greeks,
And more Black Ships."
Said Medea.
"Some deal Hephaestus
Fashioned with Nemo."
Arms akimbo,
Turned from the Mural
To gaze on Hephaestus.
Medea turned too.
"You pursue me,
Medea said,
"Am I Athena's thigh?"
Hephaestus stood silent.
"Your Nemo has some
Truck with Poseidon
I can't fathom,"
Said Medea to Dulcinea,
"As in the fathoms
Are their domains."
"His daughter, Calypso,"
Said Dulcinea,
"Now commands the Medea
With Nemo's crew,
Allied with mine aboard the Liz."
"An alliance to question."
Said Medea,
"Go back to Olympus
On your Great Eagle,
"May I singe his hair?"
Said Onyx.
"Ametrine has done you the favor."
Said Dulcinea.
Hephaestus hid his hands,
And said,
"Medea, more is at stake
Than my flirt."
"Leave us."
Said Medea.
Hephaestus rejoined
His Great Eagle outside in the snow,
Flew away
Alone on a solitary flight to his
Mountain home.


Notes: reference Hephaestus chasing after Athena, hmmph......anyway, 'we hear the singing, and know the feeling' has to be a lyric somewhere...eesh...Boston 'More Than A Feeling'?...



Sunday, January 22, 2017

OTI:ten poems and notes:1/22/17

Open To Interpretation

10pm 1/20/17

Geez luez!
Heard I the pole clang
Only turning in time to see
An attendant carrying it off.
It'd fallen to a kick
And the small
Black Deck
A sudden mast less,
A spiritus mundi
Without axis mundi.
What the hell,
I sat a long while,
The dancing floor clacking
Without its pole.
What wonder this
Pole starless wobbling,
My dismay only?

Harbor River

Rivers are never so straight
As the Boulevard,
Nor do they have
Two way currents,
Or ordered confluences,
And the metal boats
That rush along
Or come ashore
To dock at Town's
Shops and residences.
Wreckages don't sink,
Rather towed away,
But drowning an ever
Undercurrent fear
However synchronized the swim
That often pauses
To sirens' songs.
Yet, it's a happy thrilling
Messing about in metal
Swift skiffs with glowing eyes,
Red ocelli behind.
The pigeons look on
From the roofs and poles,
The gulls miss diving for fish
And float overhead.

Bus Parade

One can wait for the bus
And think it's okay
To climb aboard with strangers,
And not give it a second thought.
But I dreamed the drivers
Drove us away
Down a holiday parade.

10am 1/21/17

It's an old world wide custom,
And Herodotus has it
Custom makes law,
That when a stranger is
At your door,
You bid them welcome
And if there are too many
To come in
You go out to them.


Why are we watching
Stretched out lounged
Yet another horrific movie,
This one called 'Sleepless';
Are we 'Clueless'?

Flower Friends

We're not neighbors,
It isn't like I go out
To check the mail
And see you next door
Planting flowers.
Maybe some seeds
I can over this long distance send
That we may entwine
As flower friends.

Hungry Eyes

We can see one another
It's another thing to know
One another
And our good fortune
Our 'hungry eyes'.

Thin Air

From thin air
We can draw what
We think
And so drink us.

10am 1/22/17

It's raining
It's pouring
The old man
(That would be me!)
Is snoring.


Under the old house's
Cedar shingles
We dozed all day,
Now and then awake to rain.


Notes: more dactylic hexameter...thought to look up old Greek pronunciation discussions on youtube, and found this...professor explains very well how the old poets could sing..."best is to listen and read" "it's a body thing" ...reference 'The Second Coming' for 'spiritus mundi'...Yeats, who can be as plain spoken as Frost, threw in a latinate for an atmospheric...thought to do the same, twice!...Yeats is a curio, the admixture of down to earth with metaphysical dreaminess...I try to stick to the down to earth!...reference 'ocelli'...another name for eyespots, the camouflage like on butterfly wings...my 'gull' may have caught a fish!...Harbor River a new favorite...Midnight Movie 'Sleepless'...now curious to see 'Clueless'!...oh, the rain has stopped, or paused...under the old house cedar shingles we dozed all day, now and then awake to rain...ah!...reference 'hungry eyes' the song and movie Dirty Dancing...



Thursday, January 19, 2017

OTI:two poems and notes:1/19/17

Open To Interpretation


I am where I am
Where you are,
Let's not go on
About my unnamed stars.
Are my stars the less
Unnamed as theirs are named?
I could study
And travel each name's
Bridge to each thing
And my night mapped,
Arrayed like a lighted city,
And I would know each lamp's
Address colossally.
I could deliver mail in starships,
Or message out
Faster than light warnings
For unpaid bills,
Or write elucidating labels
For fauna and flora
Brought back by stellar adventurers.
I am where I am
Near where you are,
This black ceiling we know
Above our dancing
Once decorated with faux clouds
And sparkly rhinestone stars.


"Greeks have put ashore
From a Black Ship."
Whispered the fisherman in Pausias' ear.
Pausias brush stroke paused
In depicting a Black Dragon
In flight among dark
Lightning streaked clouds.
Black Dragon Onyx, quiet, looked on,
As the artists worked on the mural,
The Battle With The Black Ship,
But took note.
"A Black Ship along our shores,"
Onyx said,
"Is not unusual.
It's winter, and Dragons dream."
Pausias set his brush down,
"Tell Onyx too what you know."
Said Pausias.
"Armed with harpoons they come."
Said the fisherman,
"And one with a lyre,
Out front, in the lead."
Said Pausias.
"Yes, with Creon, Glauce,
And Jason in tow."
Said the fisherman.
Onyx snorted smoke,
"I know them."
Said Onyx,
"What do they want?"
"Medea and the Golden Fleece."
Said the fisherman.
Onyx closed his eyes
And across the Northern Reach
On all the Towers
Black Dragons left off
From the Dream,
Returning to What Seems.


Notes: hmmph...studying the Iliad and the Odyssey, I find epics have 24 books...not just twelve...hmmph...and I tried to fathom dactylic hexameter...apparently, the old poets were so familiar with the form that it came naturally, and likely they learned it 'by ear', much as musicians pick up music...if nothing else, maybe I can learn the old Greek alphabet, and be able to sound out words, and sentences/lines...I thought to write some 'fragments' in lines rhymed and with syllable counts...dactylic hexameter...the rhetoricians have an elaborate vocabulary for each things, much as dictionary definitions begin with notations on how to pronounce a word...I don't know the notation!...and a bit fearful if I study it out, the study will turn me into a fughead!...hence 'Colossally'...a contemplation...



Saturday, January 14, 2017

OTI:one poem:1/14/17

Open To Interpretation


Minos called to his men
As they ran along the quay
Passed the Piraeus Lions
In the fog with their armor
Swords and spears
Like rattling ghosts
And loud they sounded
When they reached inside
The sheltering ship sheds.
There, scrambling to get
Theseus' ship underway
The Athenian crew surrendered
Overwhelmed quickly
To their dismay.
"Where is Theseus?"
Minos questioned,
Answered cryptically,
"Theseus some days gone
With Daedalus
Aboard a Black Ship
Crewed by Crones."
The Athenian fleet had
Scattered and fled
Before the sudden arrival
Of Minos, fog shrouded.
Citizens of Athens hid
Behind their walls
Absent their king, Theseus.
"And where bound the
Black Ship?"
Minos informed,
"Beyond the Pillars of Hercules
Crewed by Crones,
One named Ariadne."
"Minos come see!"
His men implored,
And Minos left off
And returned to the quay
And saw before the Lions,
The fog now lifting,
A Black Ship.
"Husband!  Come aboard!
Poseidon has provided means
For our pursuit,
We can catch them,
Theseus and Ariadne,
With Daedalus too,
With Theseus' ship's crew
Aboard this Black Ship!"
"Why crew with Greeks?"
Minos asked.
"Athens can be yours by
Greeks against Greeks,
So this Raven tells me."
Said Pasiphae.
The Greeks brought aboard,
Set to scrubbing,
Pasiphae commanding,
And the Black Sails set,
And the Black Ship leapt,
And Minos called out
To his astonished men
On the quay beneath the Lions.
"Maintain the siege,
I'll be back,
By what happenstance
My wife possess
Through gossip with a Raven!"
And his men cheered,
The Black Ship galloping
Away from the quay
And the Lions.




Thursday, January 12, 2017

OTI:cement river:1 poem:3 pics and note:1/12/17

Returning to my neighborhood after breakfast at Denny's, the cat under the shopping cart caught my 'photog' eye...reached home and got my canon D-20 and went back...usually, the fellow who camps here is about, often curled up sleeping, sometimes in a little camping tent, and if he had been, I would have tipped him...and not just for this photo, but too the long poem I posted up awhile back in OTI that he configured in(Bookends)...I did tip the fellow who sells flowers under the freeway bridge by the Sycamore, this by Denny's...he had been in a couple OTI poems too(Flowers For Sale, Radial Way)...took the flowers to the aboveandbelow...anyway, taking the cat pic, reminded me I wanted to take a pic of the water in the Santa Ana River, and too the growing sprawling campout on the river bank nearabout the Big A and Honda Center...thereabout is a real whipsaw contemplation...California just surpassed France as the worlds sixth largest economy...there's a kind of gated community mentality that prevents reaching out to campers, somewhat like that 'the poor are always with us' refrain...bs...provide some picnic tables, barbecue stands, fire rings, campground shower and toilet facilities, a ranger patrol, and the entire length of the Santa Ana river could be a rescue for the growing overboard crowd...Los Angeles has the San Gabriel River, and I imagine other cities have self similar campgroundable locales...but that would make failing, losing, too comfortable, to some...I've seen medical bills wipe co workers out in a day...if one thinks the hard ground under an open sky is far away, think again...then again, Sierra sorts kind of prefer it!
Beat Poem
I'd link,
But you can dig,
Dig it?

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

OTI:one poem and note:1/11/17

Open To Interpretation

Lion Gate
There still remain, however, parts of the city wall,
including the gate, upon which stand lions. --Pausinias 2.16.4

I pass distantly through,
Not so close as you did,
The Lion Gate,
A family heirloom,
But not my family,
Don't have one
To pass heirlooms through,
Or had one that did;
Is it any wonder,
Orphan like,
I find your far away passage?

Note: reference Pausinias: Description of Greece

Sunday, January 8, 2017

OTI:four poems and notes:1/8/17

Open To Interpretation

Two Left Feet

Two left feet?
:) more like
Two right brains.
What's that?
Oh, and two left sharks.

Plot Holes

Plot holes
Pot holes
They'll jostle
Your suspension
Of disbelief!

Old And Young

Easy enough to see
Old in old,
Young in young,
Not so easy,
Young in old,
Old in young.


"I've made light of it,
Glauce," said Jason,
"But my time inside Medea's
Helios' Chariot Dragon's gullet
Was a terror.
My knees weaken to
See this northern land's
Array of  Black Dragon Towers."
"Is Athena with us?" said Glauce,
"As when she tickled that
Dragon's throat, fearless,
And the Dragon up chucked you?"
"I don't know," said Jason,
"Far away from everywhere
We seem,
And Orpheus has no songs
For this remote peradventure."
"Medea dead,
My father will be satisfied."
Said Glauce,
"We've dragged the
Golden Fleece about
For Medea, and Athena,
For a witch and a goddess."
"Who some purpose had. "
Said Jason.
"My father wants only revenge."
Said Glauce,
"Would we have it
Medea's head wrapped in the Fleece?
An echo of Medusa?
Is that our song?
Another "Perseus?""
"We haven't shaken Medea's
Gaze," said Jason,
"But we live
And not as Dragon gullet stones.
Orpheus, help us arouse
The talking plank in the Argo's prow
And bring Athena's attention."
Orpheus played his lyre
And the Dodona plank awoke,
"Much I can,
But two places at once
Are too nearly distant."
"We would that Creon's heart
Would soften," said Jason,
"Hardened as it was by Medea.
He drags us along,
And we no longer sing with him."
"I sent you not," said Athena,
"But now that you are there,
It importunes;
The Sword and Sandals
Now your purposed care.
Old men rail to the end
With child's fists.
Creon cannot strike you all
Standing together.
Seen once,
Terrors fear mirror,
Seen twice,
Terrors fear shatter."


Notes: Plot Holes!...I didn't know the name for such, though as often as all I've bumped along over in around them!...this is too funny...brb...


Gary Larson discussed the question with regard to his comic strip, The Far Side; he noted that readers wrote him to complain that a male mosquito referred to his job sucking blood when it is in fact the females that drain blood, but that the same readers accepted that the mosquitoes live in houses, wear clothes, and speak English.




While many stories have unanswered questions, unlikely events or chance occurrences, a plot hole is one that is essential to the story's outcome. Plot holes are usually seen as weaknesses or flaws in a story. However, certain genres (and some media) that require or allow suspension of disbelief—especially action, comedy, fantasy, and horror—are more tolerant towards plot holes.



I see the 'lifts' as I go along, but often unsure where they came from...a dim suspicion made me cross reference Onyx and Petra meeting at the Dragon Tower Door with the scene in Raiders of the Lost Arc when Indiana Jones walks into Miriam's tavern...just so...and Miriam running around the streets of Cairo in pantaloons and blouse...my Captain's garb just so too!...amazon prime has available now Raiders, so I watched it last night...I knew when I saw first the movie that Spielberg was 'lifting' from all over...Indie and Miriam tied to the pole with their eye's shut, lifted from Odysseus tied to the mast with his ears plugged...which I lifted, and noted, with Creon/Tutor and Glauce/Nurse holding fast to one another, like 'Odysseus to the mast' when the angry throng descends on them...Indie and Miriam closing their eyes is a 'plot hole'...in a snippet of a deleted portion of scene, when the soothsayer is eyeing and explaining the brass medallion, he adds to keep ones eyes closed when opening the Arc...the hole is how did Indie know to tell Miriam?, which  the deleted scene explained...a google search brings up all kinds of plot holes...I've gone over such inconsistencies and head scratchers in Midnight Movie posts, as in Hitchcock's movies...and just generally, rail against plot holes all the time, unavoidable as they are in 'some media'!...oh, 'Athene' can be spelled with 'e' for ending, I think, but in keeping with the spellcheckers red line, I've begun ending Athena with 'a'...spelling is like spackling...some sharp eyes always pick out where the picture hung...



Saturday, January 7, 2017

OTI:five poems and notes:1/7/17

Open To Interpretation

from Black Dragon Lore

The points of Black Ship Harpoons
Are sharp as a needle
And numerous as a Porcupine's spines.
The Harpoons are held flat
Along the hull, across the sails,
And during a Black Dragon attack
They extend with such speed
As to become airborne,
Striking Dragons.
Not to be deterred
In their harvest of
Black Ship Lanterns,
Black Dragons are adept
At dodging Black Ship Harpoons.
Now, Black Ships seek human crews
With Harpoon skills.
Minds combined,
Air and Sea together,
A Harpoon thrown by humans
Doesn't miss its mark.
Black Dragons avoid
Crewed Black Ships
In their pursuit
Of Corposant Lanterns.

from Black Dragon Lore

Black Ship Sails
Are like crepe
Strung with neon rigging
Like open to the wind filigree
On masts like stems
Of black thistles.

from Black Dragon lore

Black Ship Corposants
Shoot out from the Masts
And can devastate Black Dragons
And are a Black Ship's truest defense.
Lesser corposants held in Lanterns
Bejewel a Black Ship with
Warm and colorful illumination.
Corposant Lanterns
Are sought after treasures
By Black Dragons to light their Towers and Nests.


Sing to a Black Dragon
And Dragon be still
Sing on a Black Ship
And gallop it will!

White Marble

White marble is beautiful
And fundamental
Like bone:
Athena's tall columned temple
On the Acropolis,
The storied colors
Long ago
Wind and rain washed away.


Notes: reference Scottish Thistle...reference 3-D Graphene!...ral...



Thursday, January 5, 2017

OTI:eight poems and notes:1/5/17

Open To Interpretation

I'll Not Ask

I'll not ask you
To follow on
On a fallen dream,
But these roads ahead
We're made a long way back
For our travel.
I maintained some,
Traveled one,
Wondered where the others went.
How you choose
Is yours,
The roads are theirs
Left behind.
We just walked one.

My Where

Here's my where,
I don't move about:
I love you to Pluto and back
And if you show up
All clean and shiny
Or all grime and dirty
I love you to Pluto and back.


I'd like to come home at night
And while waiting for sleep
Talk with you about stuff,
It can be any old stuff
So long as it's a wonder.


I like wonders
And you're wonderful.


For gawd's sakes,
I'm not going to hold you up
In the aether
Like some blue ribbon
Prize at the Fair.

Cats And Doggers

I'm superstitious.
It's raining cats and doggers
In the Sierra.
Any day now the Governor
Will announce the drought
Is abated, for now.
Did you do that?
Or was it Aphrodite!?


How he
Of all the Greeks
Couldn't make it home
Through all Poseidon's
How he who made it so
For the Greeks to reach home,
Wandered homeless.


I too
Need that superglue
To stick to you.


Notes: Midnight Movies: back a week or so, I went and saw Rogue One...they lifted Ichi out of the Zatoichi movies...insomuch as I've done that my own self in BDT, I found it amusing...there are a lot of things in BDT that are lifted, and they're common liftings!...I have amazon prime and watched the first season of The Expanse...first episode was titled 'Dulcinea', and later on the heroes name their stolen Martian Navy Frigate, the 'Rocinante' (after Don Quixote's horse)...there must be some import to the Cervantes references, but I haven't fathomed it yet...maybe in season 2, when I have access to that...I'm gonna cave and get pay tv...att has allied with directTV, which is a dish I can put on the roof, and I think that will side step the slow phone line connection I have which precluded hooking up to time warner...maybe internet can come through direct...miss playing wow...still can, but when I'm in a crowd, there's too much lag...oh, and they're going to remake Charmed...set in 1978?...first time I saw the little saying, 'to Pluto and back' was in a linked Alyssa Milano post for her kids...I thought to google 'to Pluto and back', and the crowd sourcers cover it...crowd sourcing may be the only thing the web is good for!...doing BDT I'm beginning to have a sense of how narratives, novels, screenplays, work...never gave much thought to the behind the scenes stuff...reference, again, Plutarch, or was it Euripides? going on about Aphrodite and rain...brb...Euripides, though Plutarch too!



Sunday, January 1, 2017

OTI:one poem:1/1/17

Open To Interpretation

In The Great Room

In the Great Room
Of Onyx's Tower
One lantern shown nearby
Medea seated,
Her newborn on her lap.
Around were the artists,
Small lanterns beside each
As they inscribed the backs
Of bronze mirrors with
Portraits of Medea with her child.
In the shadows Onyx
Loomed large,
Sleeping, dreaming.
And there was a "tap tap"
At the Bronze Doors,
Tall and wide enough
For two Black Dragons
To enter in procession.
"I'll go see!" said Medea's Nurse.
And she opened a smaller door,
Human size,
The larger ones contained.
Petra and Hephaestus,
With the Great Eagle behind,
Stood outside in the snow.
Awakened, Onyx
Peered over the Nurse's
Shoulder through the door.
"It's been a long time, Onyx."
Said Petra.
Onyx grumbled,
Some flame, some smoke,
And said,
"Dulcinea.  Come in.
Leave that mechanical thing
"Come, Hephaestus,"
Said Petra,
"He didn't mean you."
Medea offered,
And Petra took
Medea's newborn in her arms.
There was a murmur
Among the artists.
'What is it Pausias?"
Asked Medea.
"We would like
You and Queen Petra
To pose together."
Said Pausias.
"Just so we will."
Said Medea
"And share."
"And for you,
Said Petra,
"I have a message:
Black Dragon Ametrine
Carries your grandson."
Black Dragon Onyx roared
And the Tower shook.