Open To Interpretation
Matter
Oh!
The coach is going nuts
And the referees huddled at center court,
Going over the particulars--
'The devil is in the details'.
On the screen, the red laser pointer
Dot
Points to each players' gesture
As the play is replayed
Over
And
Over
On the giant led screen
For us in our study class.
What could we have done
To prevent the damage we see done?
'Damage happens on the Basketball Floor'.
Bemused, I think to raise my hand,
Suggest,
"The devil is in the minute particulars
Neglected,
Or some such, you know,
Blake",
But refrain,
Class is doing fine, and will get
There.
DolphinWords
Notes: Matter...there's puns in the title...reference 'black lives matter' in the current news stories...and the poem has what I call 'side by sides'...each 'side' a connotation that can be interpreted...unlike prose, poems need to be 'open to interpretation'...that's how one sees the side by sides, the puns...one pun, one side, in the title 'Matter' reaches all the way to Democritus and the Old Greeks concept of atoms...William Blake, 'Blake', picked up on this and came up with his own atoms, 'minute particulars'...I just finished a two day weekend basketball referee camp, time in class room, time on floor, much review, much discussion, and one refrain instructors have, is to prevent trouble from happening by attending to details, from the clothes we wear, the way we walk, gesture, everything we do on the floor, so many things to consider!...coaches have a counterpart effort, another side, in teaching their players...basketball is a game, but it is a common place to draw from it lessons about the day to day...I just wanted to write up a poem about the weekend, which was much fun, for a memento, and first titled it 'There', but in considering the essays on Blake's 'minute particulars', and how they go on about Blake's notions of 'Newton's Sleep' (I'll not attempt an essay!), the word 'matter' came, and of course its popularity in the slogans, 'black lives matter', 'white cops matter' 'everyone matters'...the facebook black scroll is cluttered up with slogans!...I link the blog, and this post as usual, to my facebook, and facebook just has a text blurb alongside my photo...so thought to post the poem up to facebooks, so reader can see it complete without link clicking...but refrain...oh, one pun in 'matter' is to matter, as in make a helpful effort...oh, I can't explain everything, Blake tried too!...and my classmates are smart...smarter than me by far!...really like to use my 'Black Deck' for 'giant led screen', but if the poem travels, good poems do that, and one never knows if one's poems will 'travel', it would need an elaborate note with it!...'damage happens' references slang slogan, 'shit happens'...which is a catch all for things 'going south'...
:)
DavidDavid
Monday, July 11, 2016
Friday, July 8, 2016
OTI:five poems and notes:7/8/16
Open To Interpretation
Black Cat
What!
Do you think I'm groping?
You are a feline of darkness
Among these black tombstones
That I stumble around bumping into.
Oh,
Is it my touch,
That makes you arch your back,
And caterwaul?
Thought
The Black Deck scattered,
Some cards up,
Some cards down,
A broken mirror,
Blacked and silvered
Futures' sharp edges
I fear to handle
Shuffle
Deal out
In one reflection.
Mocking Bird
Turdos polyglottos
Many tongued mimic
Singing at 5 am
Outside my open window
While I sing to you far away
With this black window opened.
Oh!
If I just had wings!
Moses
And Moses,
You came up behind us,
And from them you delivered us,
And from them and them and them,
Even them again,
And so even now Moses,
Surrounded by a bloody sea of 'thems',
You stand behind us...
Maybe you could try standing
In front.
Mandarin Orange
Beside the driveway
In front of the garage, the small
Mandarin orange tree is blooming
And full of honey bees!
No crisis here,
"Tree is organic."
There's hope for bees
And there's hope for trees.
DolphinWords
Notes: Black Cat...I couldn't think of one word for Cats' howling, my first notion, so went to 'purring', which is an alternate poem!...unhappy with that, I thought of caterwaul, and looked to see if there was a synonym for caterwaul...caterwaul is kind of a mouthful!...but no synonym, so caterwaul it is, and the original sentiment of the poem stays intact!...Thought...I didn't want to use 'reflection', seemed to obvious/plain, so looked for synonyms of reflection, 'thought' being one I liked...but it doesn't fit well, but used it in the title!...and that works...the Black Deck is the fortune telling card deck...Mocking Bird...there was an alternate ending, 'with this hand held tool', which, well...fiddled, and got that black window conceit in, so have gone with that!...Moses...I had the first line, 'Moses, you stood beside us...', and one finger key padded it so I wouldn't lose it...this how things often go...and it sat awhile...and then I fiddled to see where it was going...I'm on a streak of resurrecting characters, and baleful eyeballing them!...Mandarin Orange...just as it happened...'hope for bees' mine, 'hope for trees' Robert Graves'...Graves in the White Goddess develops this elaborate conceit that letters, the alphabet, alphabets, to the ancients, all had a corresponding Tree...a Tree Alphabet...and these Trees are all infused with the moon magic of the White Goddess...and hence everything we are and do...I suppose these Tree Alphabets could be stand ins, in another conceit, for DNA, the genetic code, or as in my conceits of Black this, and Black that...everyone now is becoming familiar with the nature of algorithms...consider, when light is shined through a prism, we can see the rainbow colors...the prism is like an algorithm...a rhyme/meter scheme in a poem is like an algorithm, and like the prism, it shows what's hidden to normal sight...'colors' of feeling...I keep working these 'Black' conceits and notions, and eventually, hopefully, I'll have a circumstance that 'black' will be like a prism/algorithm...'Black' of course is on everyone's minds from the news...I'm not referencing 'white' or 'black' skin color race things, anymore than Graves was with 'White' Goddess...but the connotation is there, I know, inevitably...words often have that...a black friend of mine, with her Jamaican lilt, couldn't get enough of calling me 'King'...'David The King'...oh, no sooner than I poked in 'caterwaul' than one of the neighborhood cats howled!...
quote
When the beech prospers
Through spells and litanies
The oak tops entangle,
There is hope for the trees.
from Cad Goddeu
http://www.faeryshaman.org/es81/es8.1reg4.htm
unquote
:)
DavidDavid
Black Cat
What!
Do you think I'm groping?
You are a feline of darkness
Among these black tombstones
That I stumble around bumping into.
Oh,
Is it my touch,
That makes you arch your back,
And caterwaul?
Thought
The Black Deck scattered,
Some cards up,
Some cards down,
A broken mirror,
Blacked and silvered
Futures' sharp edges
I fear to handle
Shuffle
Deal out
In one reflection.
Mocking Bird
Turdos polyglottos
Many tongued mimic
Singing at 5 am
Outside my open window
While I sing to you far away
With this black window opened.
Oh!
If I just had wings!
Moses
And Moses,
You came up behind us,
And from them you delivered us,
And from them and them and them,
Even them again,
And so even now Moses,
Surrounded by a bloody sea of 'thems',
You stand behind us...
Maybe you could try standing
In front.
Mandarin Orange
Beside the driveway
In front of the garage, the small
Mandarin orange tree is blooming
And full of honey bees!
No crisis here,
"Tree is organic."
There's hope for bees
And there's hope for trees.
DolphinWords
Notes: Black Cat...I couldn't think of one word for Cats' howling, my first notion, so went to 'purring', which is an alternate poem!...unhappy with that, I thought of caterwaul, and looked to see if there was a synonym for caterwaul...caterwaul is kind of a mouthful!...but no synonym, so caterwaul it is, and the original sentiment of the poem stays intact!...Thought...I didn't want to use 'reflection', seemed to obvious/plain, so looked for synonyms of reflection, 'thought' being one I liked...but it doesn't fit well, but used it in the title!...and that works...the Black Deck is the fortune telling card deck...Mocking Bird...there was an alternate ending, 'with this hand held tool', which, well...fiddled, and got that black window conceit in, so have gone with that!...Moses...I had the first line, 'Moses, you stood beside us...', and one finger key padded it so I wouldn't lose it...this how things often go...and it sat awhile...and then I fiddled to see where it was going...I'm on a streak of resurrecting characters, and baleful eyeballing them!...Mandarin Orange...just as it happened...'hope for bees' mine, 'hope for trees' Robert Graves'...Graves in the White Goddess develops this elaborate conceit that letters, the alphabet, alphabets, to the ancients, all had a corresponding Tree...a Tree Alphabet...and these Trees are all infused with the moon magic of the White Goddess...and hence everything we are and do...I suppose these Tree Alphabets could be stand ins, in another conceit, for DNA, the genetic code, or as in my conceits of Black this, and Black that...everyone now is becoming familiar with the nature of algorithms...consider, when light is shined through a prism, we can see the rainbow colors...the prism is like an algorithm...a rhyme/meter scheme in a poem is like an algorithm, and like the prism, it shows what's hidden to normal sight...'colors' of feeling...I keep working these 'Black' conceits and notions, and eventually, hopefully, I'll have a circumstance that 'black' will be like a prism/algorithm...'Black' of course is on everyone's minds from the news...I'm not referencing 'white' or 'black' skin color race things, anymore than Graves was with 'White' Goddess...but the connotation is there, I know, inevitably...words often have that...a black friend of mine, with her Jamaican lilt, couldn't get enough of calling me 'King'...'David The King'...oh, no sooner than I poked in 'caterwaul' than one of the neighborhood cats howled!...
quote
When the beech prospers
Through spells and litanies
The oak tops entangle,
There is hope for the trees.
from Cad Goddeu
http://www.faeryshaman.org/es81/es8.1reg4.htm
unquote
:)
DavidDavid
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:7/6/16
Open To Interpretation
Two Hamlets
Before the audience, there is a double deck stage arrangement: on top, Shakespears' play Hamlet is being performed in pantomime, beneath, below the live stage as it were, a gathering is in discussion...
King Hamlet
(groans)
Hamlet
Oh, it's you, after all that, Old Mole!...I'd forgotten, and should have realized your very presence belied all my musings...to be or not to be...hmmmph...such nonsense...here I am, with you Father!
King Hamlet
(groans)
Hamlet
By the way, where are we?...
Yoric
Beneath the stage, you fool...
Hamlet
Oh!...
Dust comes through the floor boards, as the actors above perform...
And what might they be performing?
Ophelia
My funeral, over and over and over, six times a week, twice on Saturday...
Polonius
And mine...
Laertes
And mine...
Claudius
And mine...
Gertrude
And mine...
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
And ours...
Hamlet
Father, what have I done!
King Hamlet
(groans)
Fuck!
to be, or not to be, continued...
DolphinWords
Notes:...taking characters from their original setting, and putting them in another story is common...Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein and the Wolfman,...and there was a movie of late, something something Extraordinary Men that gathered up Nemo and others, much as I have...It is what the Ancient Greek poets and playwrights did all the time...everyone knew the tales of the gods and goddesses, and they could add variations atop variations endlessly...a serious playwright could, I think, really do something with this notion of the cast of Hamlet under the stage going on about stuff, while another cast of Hamlet does the play above in pantomime...I'll keep it in mind my own self!...it's a goof, but come by reading Boris Pasternak poem about Hamlet...brb...eeshh...a lot of translations, all bad...apparently, that New York Times obit quote I quoted yesterday is taken from this poem, Hamlet by Boris Pasternak...
quote
Hamlet
The rumbling has grown quiet. I walk out on the stage.
Leaning against a door jamb,
I try to catch in a distant echo
What will happen in my lifetime.
....
http://www.sundayobserver.lk/2011/05/08/mon03.asp
quote
see link for whole poem, and discussion, one of them...a tangle!...
:)
DavidDavid
Two Hamlets
Before the audience, there is a double deck stage arrangement: on top, Shakespears' play Hamlet is being performed in pantomime, beneath, below the live stage as it were, a gathering is in discussion...
King Hamlet
(groans)
Hamlet
Oh, it's you, after all that, Old Mole!...I'd forgotten, and should have realized your very presence belied all my musings...to be or not to be...hmmmph...such nonsense...here I am, with you Father!
King Hamlet
(groans)
Hamlet
By the way, where are we?...
Yoric
Beneath the stage, you fool...
Hamlet
Oh!...
Dust comes through the floor boards, as the actors above perform...
And what might they be performing?
Ophelia
My funeral, over and over and over, six times a week, twice on Saturday...
Polonius
And mine...
Laertes
And mine...
Claudius
And mine...
Gertrude
And mine...
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
And ours...
Hamlet
Father, what have I done!
King Hamlet
(groans)
Fuck!
to be, or not to be, continued...
DolphinWords
Notes:...taking characters from their original setting, and putting them in another story is common...Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein and the Wolfman,...and there was a movie of late, something something Extraordinary Men that gathered up Nemo and others, much as I have...It is what the Ancient Greek poets and playwrights did all the time...everyone knew the tales of the gods and goddesses, and they could add variations atop variations endlessly...a serious playwright could, I think, really do something with this notion of the cast of Hamlet under the stage going on about stuff, while another cast of Hamlet does the play above in pantomime...I'll keep it in mind my own self!...it's a goof, but come by reading Boris Pasternak poem about Hamlet...brb...eeshh...a lot of translations, all bad...apparently, that New York Times obit quote I quoted yesterday is taken from this poem, Hamlet by Boris Pasternak...
quote
Hamlet
The rumbling has grown quiet. I walk out on the stage.
Leaning against a door jamb,
I try to catch in a distant echo
What will happen in my lifetime.
....
http://www.sundayobserver.lk/2011/05/08/mon03.asp
quote
see link for whole poem, and discussion, one of them...a tangle!...
:)
DavidDavid
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:7/5/16
Open To Interpretation
I Would Like The Ocean To Be Green
'I would like the Ocean to be green
Not just one green
But many shades of green
And I would like the Ocean to be blue
Not just one blue
But many shades of blue
And the shades of blue and green
Mixed together into every possible tint
And I would like the surface of the Ocean to be like silk
Smooth, gently disturbed by soft breezes now and then
Making tints, hints, of violets and purples in with the greens with blues.'
The Ocean seemed to hear Dulcinea's thought,
And was just so beneath the morning rising sun,
And the Ebony Dolphins listened to her singing to them,
Bobbing, and smiling upwards beside Ichi's long slender craft
Adrift at the moment,
As Ichi waved his arms at the Ravens and Gulls
Perched all along the rails and fluttering about.
"Go away, shooo...shooo...you're making a mess!'
They wouldn't listen, and with a cloth Ichi wiped his forehead...
Dulcinea sang beneath the paper and bamboo umbrella unconcerned.
"Oh, what is this!" Ichi said, and became rock still, head lowered listening,
Ignoring the Ravens and the Gulls fluttering wings....
"oh...a Black Dragon's wings..."
The Black Dragon that had broke from the Black Dragon Flight approached,
Low, like a black shadow on the sea.
Ichi hurried to the stern, and from storage, found his bow,
Grabbing an Arrow, which no sooner had he had it nocked,
He let fly.
The Dragon loomed large, clawed feet about to snatch Dulcinea,
But the arrow found it's right eye, and the Dragon with a roar of pain, Plunged into the sea.
The Ravens and Gulls had retreated high into the sky,
The Ebony Dolphins gone too, Dulcinea quiet.
She rose up, dressed in her black pantaloons,
Black blouse, with maroon vest,
Her wide dark eyes enquired while she tousled her short black hair,
"What are you about, Ichi?"
Ichi listened to the waves, trying to hear the submerged Dragon...
Sighed...
"I made a deal."...still listening...
"Deal?" Dulcinea asked, curious...
"For you, and...with...oh!...they're here!"
The slender craft rocked back and forth as the Nautilus
Surfaced with a wave foam filled explosion beside.
Nemo poked his head up from the opening deck hatch.
"Quickly, a Dragon's about!" said Ichi.
Nemo's crew scrambled, loading the slender craft with jewels, gold, Treasures of supreme value, all only ballast aboard the Nautilus,
Taken from ship wrecks of all the Seven Seas.
The treasures secured in the slender craft,
A dozen crew from the Nautilus took their seats
With long oars newly fashioned, to replace those lost.
Dulcinea needed no further explanation,
And hopped up on the Nautilus deck,
"My Dolphins will see you home Ichi. So long..." she said.
Ichi waved, and the powers of the waves joined the long slender craft,
And Ichi and his new crew rode swiftly towards the Western horizon,
The Ebony Dolphins riding along side.
Dulcinea turned to Nemo, hands on hips,
"And you Nemo, what are you about, kidnapping me?"
Nemo was aghast, his open mouth silenced,
As the Black Dragon, submerged, reached the air, and in one quick Movement captured Dulcinea in its claws
And ascended high into the sky, scattering the Ravens and Gulls.
Two Ravens followed the Black Dragon as it flew South,
All the other Ravens and Gulls returned to the Black Ship.
DolphinWords
Notes: a midnightmovie note...I went yesterday in the afternoon to see Independence Day...the second one, twenty years later...I sat beside a stranger, but we high fived at the funny parts...it's fun, and funny, go see...I Would Like...I could fiddle here, edit some more, and will, though off in a moment to the dungeon/gym, a routine nowabout, but I'm inclined to leave it be, and so not overwork it and find it turned to mud as in a painting effort!...reference Ichi the Japanese Samurai television/movie warrior...ronin actually...I guess...Hokusai's craft in the Great Wave...Verne's Nautilus...update: bk from the dungeon and a snack...cleaned things up...there's something to be said for arranging prose like a poem...one, if it is to be read aloud, one can cue how to read it with the line lengths (Ginsberg made a big deal out of this, claiming innovation with his 'long breath' lines), and two, see ee cummings, there's a concrete poetry effect...pauses and leaps and stretched outs things, from how the letters and words are on the page...Hemmingway famously ended one of his novels without a period...it just leaves off in mid air when the hero dies...that's using the look of words on the page to hark to the meaning of the words on the page...and it's kind of nice to do...that bit Melville did about Ismael being in the crows nest on the Pequod...chapter 35...that I quoted back a ways, is obviously a poem, but because of being in a prose book, Melville was trapped into it being side to side full text!...it takes up more space to string out prose like this, in standard free verse like poetry, capitals beginning each line...and with a paper book,
space is a cost
overhead...
but here on the web...
hmmph...the line breaks I have here in the edit window, aren't going through to the view window...that window is smaller...I think if one can somehow widen the view window, the lines will arrange properly...most times my lines are short enough anyway not to be a problem...but with the longer lines here it's a problem, and a lot of the eye movement messed up...words on a page are both a seeing and a hearing, rhythms of sight and sound...and should add the imaginations expectations, as when a dragon leaps out of the sea...hmmph...and too, the view window doesn't always get all the editing from the edit window...a missing space, or carriage return, something always...and what's happening in the view window, I often cant see in the edit, so must remember where the problems are...I go back and forth a lot!...often for days, like a compulsion...self editing is just impossible...one is too close to the trees!
:)
DavidDavid
I Would Like The Ocean To Be Green
'I would like the Ocean to be green
Not just one green
But many shades of green
And I would like the Ocean to be blue
Not just one blue
But many shades of blue
And the shades of blue and green
Mixed together into every possible tint
And I would like the surface of the Ocean to be like silk
Smooth, gently disturbed by soft breezes now and then
Making tints, hints, of violets and purples in with the greens with blues.'
The Ocean seemed to hear Dulcinea's thought,
And was just so beneath the morning rising sun,
And the Ebony Dolphins listened to her singing to them,
Bobbing, and smiling upwards beside Ichi's long slender craft
Adrift at the moment,
As Ichi waved his arms at the Ravens and Gulls
Perched all along the rails and fluttering about.
"Go away, shooo...shooo...you're making a mess!'
They wouldn't listen, and with a cloth Ichi wiped his forehead...
Dulcinea sang beneath the paper and bamboo umbrella unconcerned.
"Oh, what is this!" Ichi said, and became rock still, head lowered listening,
Ignoring the Ravens and the Gulls fluttering wings....
"oh...a Black Dragon's wings..."
The Black Dragon that had broke from the Black Dragon Flight approached,
Low, like a black shadow on the sea.
Ichi hurried to the stern, and from storage, found his bow,
Grabbing an Arrow, which no sooner had he had it nocked,
He let fly.
The Dragon loomed large, clawed feet about to snatch Dulcinea,
But the arrow found it's right eye, and the Dragon with a roar of pain, Plunged into the sea.
The Ravens and Gulls had retreated high into the sky,
The Ebony Dolphins gone too, Dulcinea quiet.
She rose up, dressed in her black pantaloons,
Black blouse, with maroon vest,
Her wide dark eyes enquired while she tousled her short black hair,
"What are you about, Ichi?"
Ichi listened to the waves, trying to hear the submerged Dragon...
Sighed...
"I made a deal."...still listening...
"Deal?" Dulcinea asked, curious...
"For you, and...with...oh!...they're here!"
The slender craft rocked back and forth as the Nautilus
Surfaced with a wave foam filled explosion beside.
Nemo poked his head up from the opening deck hatch.
"Quickly, a Dragon's about!" said Ichi.
Nemo's crew scrambled, loading the slender craft with jewels, gold, Treasures of supreme value, all only ballast aboard the Nautilus,
Taken from ship wrecks of all the Seven Seas.
The treasures secured in the slender craft,
A dozen crew from the Nautilus took their seats
With long oars newly fashioned, to replace those lost.
Dulcinea needed no further explanation,
And hopped up on the Nautilus deck,
"My Dolphins will see you home Ichi. So long..." she said.
Ichi waved, and the powers of the waves joined the long slender craft,
And Ichi and his new crew rode swiftly towards the Western horizon,
The Ebony Dolphins riding along side.
Dulcinea turned to Nemo, hands on hips,
"And you Nemo, what are you about, kidnapping me?"
Nemo was aghast, his open mouth silenced,
As the Black Dragon, submerged, reached the air, and in one quick Movement captured Dulcinea in its claws
And ascended high into the sky, scattering the Ravens and Gulls.
Two Ravens followed the Black Dragon as it flew South,
All the other Ravens and Gulls returned to the Black Ship.
DolphinWords
Notes: a midnightmovie note...I went yesterday in the afternoon to see Independence Day...the second one, twenty years later...I sat beside a stranger, but we high fived at the funny parts...it's fun, and funny, go see...I Would Like...I could fiddle here, edit some more, and will, though off in a moment to the dungeon/gym, a routine nowabout, but I'm inclined to leave it be, and so not overwork it and find it turned to mud as in a painting effort!...reference Ichi the Japanese Samurai television/movie warrior...ronin actually...I guess...Hokusai's craft in the Great Wave...Verne's Nautilus...update: bk from the dungeon and a snack...cleaned things up...there's something to be said for arranging prose like a poem...one, if it is to be read aloud, one can cue how to read it with the line lengths (Ginsberg made a big deal out of this, claiming innovation with his 'long breath' lines), and two, see ee cummings, there's a concrete poetry effect...pauses and leaps and stretched outs things, from how the letters and words are on the page...Hemmingway famously ended one of his novels without a period...it just leaves off in mid air when the hero dies...that's using the look of words on the page to hark to the meaning of the words on the page...and it's kind of nice to do...that bit Melville did about Ismael being in the crows nest on the Pequod...chapter 35...that I quoted back a ways, is obviously a poem, but because of being in a prose book, Melville was trapped into it being side to side full text!...it takes up more space to string out prose like this, in standard free verse like poetry, capitals beginning each line...and with a paper book,
space is a cost
overhead...
but here on the web...
hmmph...the line breaks I have here in the edit window, aren't going through to the view window...that window is smaller...I think if one can somehow widen the view window, the lines will arrange properly...most times my lines are short enough anyway not to be a problem...but with the longer lines here it's a problem, and a lot of the eye movement messed up...words on a page are both a seeing and a hearing, rhythms of sight and sound...and should add the imaginations expectations, as when a dragon leaps out of the sea...hmmph...and too, the view window doesn't always get all the editing from the edit window...a missing space, or carriage return, something always...and what's happening in the view window, I often cant see in the edit, so must remember where the problems are...I go back and forth a lot!...often for days, like a compulsion...self editing is just impossible...one is too close to the trees!
:)
DavidDavid
Monday, July 4, 2016
OTI:five poems and notes:7/4/16
Open To Interpretation
Cannon
What can I say,
OTI is like
'The Pride and the Passion'
There's Cary Grant
There's Sophia Loren
There's a Wall
There's a Cannon.
Hippolytus
Well, here I arrive, Aphrodite,
To endure your ways
As History proves
They have a propagating purpose.
Enjoy them in time I will?
I'm no hairless child
But what does my strength of arms
Have to do with flower arrangements
And flowing silk?
My retinue and I would
Rather endure a long days march
Beneath a scorching sun
To end eating dust
Than dally with your playful lust.
But to be just,
However you pose
Brings a disarming smile,
Such is Beauty's wild wile.
Phaedra
What circumstance I was in,
Happy home,
Loyal providing husband,
Out and about,
And this hunk comes across my threshold.
I was trapped and bothered
Losing all in choosing all.
It was a 'hot mess'
Brought on by you,
Aphrodite,
For that god forsaken purpose,
Your sibling disdaining jealousy
Of Artemis' chastity!
Hippolytus
Phaedra, now
We are alone as alone can be
Best make the best of it
While school classes now take serious
That gossip Euripides,
Our reputations in tears,
Come here.
Cannons
What can I say
There's cannons
There's aliens
It's Independence Day!
DolphinWords
Notes: Cannon Cannons...goofs, reference the movies...Hippolytus Phaedra Hippolytus...a dialog...reference the Ancient Greek play Hippolytus by Euripides...Hippolytus, Euripides actually, these plays all have the look of philosophical dialogs, the two of them, remind me of Nathaniel Hawthorne's Reverend Dimmesdale, the two of them!...my sympathies with Phaedra, Hester, and Julie Christie in Doctor Zhivago...the two of her!...ral...maybe I am an old Greek!...oh...I'm a mimic of sorts, I take away from movies things to wear...on seeing Titanic, I took up drawing...needles to say, I saw the movie Doctor Zhivago...it was my first date...check that...it was later on...oh, I should have kept a journal!
quote
Pasternak died a disillusioned and disgraced man on May 30, 1960. As cited in his obituary in the New York Times, one of the poems from Doctor Zhivago provides for the author an appropriate epitaph: “The stir is over.... / I strain to make the far-off echo yield / A cue to the events that may come in my day. / The order of the acts has been schemed and plotted, / And nothing can avert the final curtain’s fall. / I stand alone.... / To live life to the end is not a childish task.”
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/boris-Pasternak
end quote
:)
DavidDavid
Cannon
What can I say,
OTI is like
'The Pride and the Passion'
There's Cary Grant
There's Sophia Loren
There's a Wall
There's a Cannon.
Hippolytus
Well, here I arrive, Aphrodite,
To endure your ways
As History proves
They have a propagating purpose.
Enjoy them in time I will?
I'm no hairless child
But what does my strength of arms
Have to do with flower arrangements
And flowing silk?
My retinue and I would
Rather endure a long days march
Beneath a scorching sun
To end eating dust
Than dally with your playful lust.
But to be just,
However you pose
Brings a disarming smile,
Such is Beauty's wild wile.
Phaedra
What circumstance I was in,
Happy home,
Loyal providing husband,
Out and about,
And this hunk comes across my threshold.
I was trapped and bothered
Losing all in choosing all.
It was a 'hot mess'
Brought on by you,
Aphrodite,
For that god forsaken purpose,
Your sibling disdaining jealousy
Of Artemis' chastity!
Hippolytus
Phaedra, now
We are alone as alone can be
Best make the best of it
While school classes now take serious
That gossip Euripides,
Our reputations in tears,
Come here.
Cannons
What can I say
There's cannons
There's aliens
It's Independence Day!
DolphinWords
Notes: Cannon Cannons...goofs, reference the movies...Hippolytus Phaedra Hippolytus...a dialog...reference the Ancient Greek play Hippolytus by Euripides...Hippolytus, Euripides actually, these plays all have the look of philosophical dialogs, the two of them, remind me of Nathaniel Hawthorne's Reverend Dimmesdale, the two of them!...my sympathies with Phaedra, Hester, and Julie Christie in Doctor Zhivago...the two of her!...ral...maybe I am an old Greek!...oh...I'm a mimic of sorts, I take away from movies things to wear...on seeing Titanic, I took up drawing...needles to say, I saw the movie Doctor Zhivago...it was my first date...check that...it was later on...oh, I should have kept a journal!
quote
Pasternak died a disillusioned and disgraced man on May 30, 1960. As cited in his obituary in the New York Times, one of the poems from Doctor Zhivago provides for the author an appropriate epitaph: “The stir is over.... / I strain to make the far-off echo yield / A cue to the events that may come in my day. / The order of the acts has been schemed and plotted, / And nothing can avert the final curtain’s fall. / I stand alone.... / To live life to the end is not a childish task.”
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/boris-Pasternak
end quote
:)
DavidDavid
Sunday, July 3, 2016
OTI:six poems and notes:7/3/16
Open To Interpretation
Aphrodite
Aphrodite,
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.
Romances
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.
Learn
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.
Sophrosyne
'Sophrosyne',
There's an old Greek word
To make my coffee cup empty.
And Hippolytus behind his chariot?
"More coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."
DolphinWords
Notes: Aphrodite...and checked...no shrines in Town...though something of the sort way up in Oakland, where I snagged a bit from Euripides...
quote
“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
unquote
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...:
quote
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.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophrosyne
hmmph...
7/4
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!
:)
DavidDavid
Aphrodite
Aphrodite,
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.
Romances
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.
Learn
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.
Sophrosyne
'Sophrosyne',
There's an old Greek word
To make my coffee cup empty.
And Hippolytus behind his chariot?
"More coffee?"
"Yes, thank you."
DolphinWords
Notes: Aphrodite...and checked...no shrines in Town...though something of the sort way up in Oakland, where I snagged a bit from Euripides...
quote
“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.”
unquote
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...:
quote
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.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophrosyne
hmmph...
7/4
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!
:)
DavidDavid
Saturday, July 2, 2016
OTI:eight poems and notes:7/2/16
Open To Interpretation
Meditation
Well,
I could fold my arms
And meditate,
Which would be out of place,
Unlike my disgrace,
The usual pirate's rate.
What To Do
Oh
Your sibling has me alone
What to do
What to do
That part of me
Knows just what to do
Without regard for
My heart's longing for you
Who are over there,
Arms around someone else.
What to do,
Now, am I no one to you?
I'll not entertain that
And make
I'm no one to you
Into
Then you're no one to me...
That's just not true!
Truth Be Told
Well
Truth be told
I came through your
Black Glass Doors
Just to shake myself loose
From masochistically
Enduring too much
For much too long--
Nothing's changed.
Melancholia
I hadn't thought
Melancholia was on your menu
That calls it Love.
I recognized the taste,
My favorite dish--
I'll be here regular.
Tunes
Yes,
I usually have a tune in my head,
"you didn't have to be that way' current.
Then there's you,
Then there's this...
I multitask.
Sense
Sense has rhyme
Rhyme has sense
Is now our time,
All in past, tense?
It Would Seem
Yes, it would seem
When I am
Where you are
The gods and goddesses
Congregate
Discuss
Reminisce
"It's like old times!"
Furniture
So so
I stepped on your toes,
That I counted so sweetly,
Among many other things.
I have big feet
That got in the way of your
Pirouette,
If that's what it was,
Breaking furniture,
Tweaking management's concerns.
DolphinWords
Notes: 'you didn't have to be that way' from 'Somebody I Used To Know by Gotye, again, I think...and maybe else ware...brb...oh...just that particular lyric no where to be googled!...many near...I'll claim it!...Kimbra does like a perfect part with her crescendo!
:)
DavidDavid
Meditation
Well,
I could fold my arms
And meditate,
Which would be out of place,
Unlike my disgrace,
The usual pirate's rate.
What To Do
Oh
Your sibling has me alone
What to do
What to do
That part of me
Knows just what to do
Without regard for
My heart's longing for you
Who are over there,
Arms around someone else.
What to do,
Now, am I no one to you?
I'll not entertain that
And make
I'm no one to you
Into
Then you're no one to me...
That's just not true!
Truth Be Told
Well
Truth be told
I came through your
Black Glass Doors
Just to shake myself loose
From masochistically
Enduring too much
For much too long--
Nothing's changed.
Melancholia
I hadn't thought
Melancholia was on your menu
That calls it Love.
I recognized the taste,
My favorite dish--
I'll be here regular.
Tunes
Yes,
I usually have a tune in my head,
"you didn't have to be that way' current.
Then there's you,
Then there's this...
I multitask.
Sense
Sense has rhyme
Rhyme has sense
Is now our time,
All in past, tense?
It Would Seem
Yes, it would seem
When I am
Where you are
The gods and goddesses
Congregate
Discuss
Reminisce
"It's like old times!"
Furniture
So so
I stepped on your toes,
That I counted so sweetly,
Among many other things.
I have big feet
That got in the way of your
Pirouette,
If that's what it was,
Breaking furniture,
Tweaking management's concerns.
DolphinWords
Notes: 'you didn't have to be that way' from 'Somebody I Used To Know by Gotye, again, I think...and maybe else ware...brb...oh...just that particular lyric no where to be googled!...many near...I'll claim it!...Kimbra does like a perfect part with her crescendo!
:)
DavidDavid
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