Open To Interpretation
Tomorrow
I got discouraged
I was weary of running
I was tired of the sharp edges
I left off from those life depending moments
I didn't show up
I took a seat on the curb
I didn't want you to pause
I didn't want your sympathy
I hid among the curb sitters
I didn't want you to see me
I'll get back up
I'll catch up
I'll try to make up
I'll relate the truth
I got discouraged
I stayed away
I feared what you'd say
I don't want to be defeated
I don't want to defeat
I want that victory
I want that happy ending story
I don't want glory
I don't want sorrow
I want to know tomorrow
I'll see you
I'll be with you
We'll be delirious too!
Apparel
Appareled as you are
You look the perfect town girl.
I'm surrounded by town too
But I'd look silly dressed like you.
Beat
There's no sing-along chorus
To the drummer's part,
Theirs is to provide the beat
For everyone's feet.
To Maya, My Dog
Oh,
If I could get you in the car
We could travel far
I know how happy you are
Once thar
But this tug of war
Patience can mar,
Get in!
Poems and Prose
Freedom's
Syllables and rhymes
Count and chime.
Tyranny's
Sentences and paragraphs
Sentence and subjugate.
Ruse
It's no excuse,
I know,
To say I write poems,
But it's like this:
While working
They come to me
And,
And I just drop what I'm doing,
The poems suiting...
Oh sure, I hate work.
Oh, you think the whole poet thing a ruse?
But,
They're to you!
Fish
Oh!
Don't go!
Look at the dogs
The cats
The fish...
Look at the fish!
They're terrified!
Stay!
DolphinWords
Notes: Tomorrow...got to give Frank Sinatra his due...he covered this singing 'That's Life'...he didn't write that song...it has that great metempsychosis line...
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
...and Tomorrow is way too long...'I got discouraged, I stayed away, I feared what you'd say' is its 'line'!..."Ah, Sunflower, weary of time..."--William Blake...Apparel, Beat, To Maya...embellishments...Poems and Prose...went where it wasn't started to!...if one is given the words 'poem' and 'prose', and asked to pair them with 'freedom' or 'tyranny'...???...I don't know, but freedom seems to go with poems in spite of the disciplines of poem writing...song writing too...there are freedom songs...lots...oh, it's the whole music thing!...rock and roll musicians are noted for living free wheeling lives, but any musician will tell you of the discipline they have....which brought to mind Robert Graves' little motto...'her service is perfect freedom', which I've always seen as referring to Nature...Nature's creatures, 'born to be wild', have all the discipline of professional musicians!...anyway, I googled the motto, and of course encountered its antecedent, which Graves played off of, 'his service is perfect freedom', coined by St. Augustine...and scrolling through the googles, I found 'Her Service Is Perfect Freedom', a little article reviewing Graves' books by Robert Creeley, who has this to say in passing, the musing being about how poets support themselves...
quote
The point is, it really doesn't matter how you write a poem, so long as you write it.
Robert Creeley
Poetry, March, 1959
'Her Service Is Perfect Freedom'
unquote
...and that to Ruse...kind of a long standing refrain of mine!...Fish...I'm available for Fish sitting...
:)
DavidDavid
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Tuesday, September 6, 2016
OTI:three poems and notes:9/6/16
Open To Interpretation
Forfeits
That might help,
A game of forfeits,
An algorithm to surmount our shyness!
Oh, wait, I saw that one evening on the way to Hamlet...
Old Town Main Street is never crowded,
Being now's wayside,
The old establishments languish,
But one night,
All sorts were walking about, heads lowered,
Looking at their cell phones...
"What's about?" I asked...
A short answer, "Exercise..."
Embarrassed?,
"Oh!" it came to me,
They were all playing Pokemon GO!
Judgement
Oh, by what judgment,
Judge Aphrodite,
Have I this prolonged award?
I mimic the wryneck
And hiss and twist
To no avail.
Hollywood
Oh, would it avail
If I came to your Hollywood
Behind Black Glass Doors
With mistletoe
Dangling too from my selfie pole?
DolphinWords
Notes: Forfeits...there was once a game celebrated at Christmas, like after dinner, a parlor game, Game of Forfeits...
quote
The owner must identify himself and pay a forfeit - do something amusing/embarrassing - to win back the item. The judge chooses which forfeit to award the player. If the player fails, or refuses the forfeit then the judge keeps the item.
http://www.victorianschool.co.uk/parlour%20games.html
unquote
...reference wryneck...Wrynecks have feathers that look like snake scales, and when threatened. can twist their necks all about, and hiss...Wrynecks forage along the ground, and being in proximity to snakes, Nature has given them snake like attributes to ward off danger with snake like fears...and a Wryneck appears in Jason and the Argonauts...oh!...I was mistaken...there are more than two potteries that show the Argonauts tale...on the one I mentioned yesterday, the cup with Jason being vomited out of the dragon, on Athena's hand is a bird...brb...
quote
On the last of these days Jason was walking through the palace grounds in the early morning when he heard a hissing sound above his head and, looking up, saw a writhing head and neck among the leaves. It was no snake, as he had supposed, but a dappled wryneck, or snake-bird, caught in a fowler’s snare. He at once recalled an infallible love-charm, the charm of the hero Ixion, which had been taught him by Philara, the mother of Cheiron the Centaur. He released the bird from the snare and took it back with him to the palace, hidden in his wallet together with leaves of the plant ixias, which, as he expected, he found growing not far off. At the palace he obtained a Colchian fylfot fire-wheel and a piece of willow-heart touchwood and took them to his apartment. With his knife that night he whittled the touchwood into a female doll and addressed it as Medea, with soft words of love, tying a purple rag around its middle for a skirt; this rag Autolycus had secretly cut from Medea’s own robe as she walked along the corridor to supper.
http://cuentoshistoriasdelmundo.blogspot.com/2016/02/the-golden-fleece-22-english-robert.html
unquote
That's from Hercules My Ship Mate/The Golden Fleece by Robert Graves...was looking for something simpler!...Graves seems to have gathered in every 'Pokemon GO' from Ancient Greek Mythology!...I'm pretty sure the bird on Athene's hand is a Wryneck...brb...
quote
The Colchian Dragon disgorges the hero Jason. Behind it the Golden Fleece hangs from a tree. Athena oversees the scene, holding a small owl. The Dragon was an giant serpent, which guarded the Golden Fleece in the sacred grove at Colchis. In this version of the story, Jason was first devoured and then disgorged by the Dragon.
http://www.thefleece.org/aboutus.html
hmmph...I thought the bird a Wryneck for its Snake/Dragon like attributes!...Aphrodite gives Jason a love charm to seduce Medea...I think I have that right...brb...
quote
The wryneck is a bird which, when in danger, can extend its neck considerably. At the same time its head-feathers will stand up, and it will twist its head and neck around to give a fair imitation of a snake. Most of the commentators seem to think that the wryneck is connected with the magick wheel because it can turn its head right round; the phallic imagery of an extended neck and ‘swollen’ head seems to have passed them by completely.
The original, and perhaps purely mythical, form of Iynx-magick was invented by Aphrodite, who fastened a wryneck to a wheel and set it spinning, this she gave to Jason, who used it to seduce Medea. Its powers were obviously sufficient to overcome Medea’s own considerable witchcraft.
Forfeits
That might help,
A game of forfeits,
An algorithm to surmount our shyness!
Oh, wait, I saw that one evening on the way to Hamlet...
Old Town Main Street is never crowded,
Being now's wayside,
The old establishments languish,
But one night,
All sorts were walking about, heads lowered,
Looking at their cell phones...
"What's about?" I asked...
A short answer, "Exercise..."
Embarrassed?,
"Oh!" it came to me,
They were all playing Pokemon GO!
Judgement
Oh, by what judgment,
Judge Aphrodite,
Have I this prolonged award?
I mimic the wryneck
And hiss and twist
To no avail.
Hollywood
Oh, would it avail
If I came to your Hollywood
Behind Black Glass Doors
With mistletoe
Dangling too from my selfie pole?
DolphinWords
Notes: Forfeits...there was once a game celebrated at Christmas, like after dinner, a parlor game, Game of Forfeits...
quote
The owner must identify himself and pay a forfeit - do something amusing/embarrassing - to win back the item. The judge chooses which forfeit to award the player. If the player fails, or refuses the forfeit then the judge keeps the item.
http://www.victorianschool.co.uk/parlour%20games.html
unquote
...reference wryneck...Wrynecks have feathers that look like snake scales, and when threatened. can twist their necks all about, and hiss...Wrynecks forage along the ground, and being in proximity to snakes, Nature has given them snake like attributes to ward off danger with snake like fears...and a Wryneck appears in Jason and the Argonauts...oh!...I was mistaken...there are more than two potteries that show the Argonauts tale...on the one I mentioned yesterday, the cup with Jason being vomited out of the dragon, on Athena's hand is a bird...brb...
quote
On the last of these days Jason was walking through the palace grounds in the early morning when he heard a hissing sound above his head and, looking up, saw a writhing head and neck among the leaves. It was no snake, as he had supposed, but a dappled wryneck, or snake-bird, caught in a fowler’s snare. He at once recalled an infallible love-charm, the charm of the hero Ixion, which had been taught him by Philara, the mother of Cheiron the Centaur. He released the bird from the snare and took it back with him to the palace, hidden in his wallet together with leaves of the plant ixias, which, as he expected, he found growing not far off. At the palace he obtained a Colchian fylfot fire-wheel and a piece of willow-heart touchwood and took them to his apartment. With his knife that night he whittled the touchwood into a female doll and addressed it as Medea, with soft words of love, tying a purple rag around its middle for a skirt; this rag Autolycus had secretly cut from Medea’s own robe as she walked along the corridor to supper.
http://cuentoshistoriasdelmundo.blogspot.com/2016/02/the-golden-fleece-22-english-robert.html
unquote
That's from Hercules My Ship Mate/The Golden Fleece by Robert Graves...was looking for something simpler!...Graves seems to have gathered in every 'Pokemon GO' from Ancient Greek Mythology!...I'm pretty sure the bird on Athene's hand is a Wryneck...brb...
quote
The Colchian Dragon disgorges the hero Jason. Behind it the Golden Fleece hangs from a tree. Athena oversees the scene, holding a small owl. The Dragon was an giant serpent, which guarded the Golden Fleece in the sacred grove at Colchis. In this version of the story, Jason was first devoured and then disgorged by the Dragon.
http://www.thefleece.org/aboutus.html
hmmph...I thought the bird a Wryneck for its Snake/Dragon like attributes!...Aphrodite gives Jason a love charm to seduce Medea...I think I have that right...brb...
quote
The wryneck is a bird which, when in danger, can extend its neck considerably. At the same time its head-feathers will stand up, and it will twist its head and neck around to give a fair imitation of a snake. Most of the commentators seem to think that the wryneck is connected with the magick wheel because it can turn its head right round; the phallic imagery of an extended neck and ‘swollen’ head seems to have passed them by completely.
The original, and perhaps purely mythical, form of Iynx-magick was invented by Aphrodite, who fastened a wryneck to a wheel and set it spinning, this she gave to Jason, who used it to seduce Medea. Its powers were obviously sufficient to overcome Medea’s own considerable witchcraft.
The Magick of Jinxing
by Steve Moore
Monday, September 5, 2016
OTI:four poems and notes:9/5/16
Open To Interpretation
Mise-En-Abyme
Oh, a golden search,
Brain panning
With a sieve for a mind,
Trying to find,
Liken from an olden time,
On a dangling climb
To a dragon's perch
The hero's bold reach
For the storied gold fleece,
The dragon's necklace,
A charm for peace.
Grumble
They're quick to grumble,
Crowded about my
Carefully stepping feet,
Like elephant seals on the beach.
"Sorry!"
Not even a briar patch for me too.
Well,
They've been waiting since five
For the electric parade summer night
And have traveled far...
The strollers together parked.
Grumble 2
They're Jabba the Hutt on wheels...
Electric cushioned
Magic chairs
Plow through us...
Where has my sympathy gone?
I can grumble too.
Rehab
Main Street Train Depot.
Rehab.
Mr. Lincoln.
Rehab.
I look for the scratch
That made my foreman
Cluck his tongue
When I delivered from rehab
The fire wagon to its garage.
The cement floor smooth, okay.
Many feet...
Time heals even cement.
DolphinWords
Notes:...Oh, Onyx would love to have it...the Order of the Golden Fleece necklace!...reference Philip the Good...I happened on this study before, studying out Jason and the Argonauts...a curio is there are only two old Greek vases illustrating Jason's adventure...(Greek vases are a study!...reference Keats')...the one, a cup, shows Jason being regurgitated by the dragon while Athene is standing, looking on?, freeing Jason?...(scroll midway down)...this one cup suggests there was another version of the tale...oh, written fragments and mentions do too, but not so clearly!...Mise En Abyme...a term not in my daily vocabulary!...found it happening on Philip the Bold's tomb while browsing google images of Philip the Good...it means 'recursive' in one sense, as in fractal self similarity--my conjecture!...Philip the Good is the Frenchman who captured Joan of Arc, and then turned her over to the English...a Duke of Burgandy, close to rank of King, Philip was then allied to the English...brb...
quote
KING HENRY V
Shakespeare
Henry V
quote
...that's the 'band of brothers' play...awhile back, Henry V was put on moot trial for war crimes, a current supreme court judge sat on the court...Henry was fearful the French prisoners, there were a lot quickly acquired, would be trouble, rearm themselves with fallen weapons during the battle's distractions, so had his archers mow them down...no mercy, no quarter...his Knights, the code of chivalry being as strong as it was, refused on pain of death to participate...this all during the Hundred Years' War...an off and on again study!...I don't know which Duke Henry fought...brb...one of Philip the Bold's sons dies at the battle of Agincourt...John the Fearless, Duke of Burgandy at the time; he reigned between Bold and Good...apparently, there were shifting alliances, kind of a French trait!...Philip the Good was offered the Order of the Garter by the English, and refused it, broke off an alliance, and invented the Order of the Golden Fleece, which may be the most elitist Order of the elites!...Grumble 1, 2, Rehab...I stalled going to the Park with the gifted year pass, with parking...family gathering diverted...and this week end last for the summer parade, a take off on the old Electric Parade...and I wanted to see it...'Welcome back...' the parking lot attendant said when I handed him the pass to swipe...they always say that, but it brings a smile, as the Park was like home for the seven years I worked there...first time back in sixteen years...the crowds I've heard are overwhelming, and to that I can attest now too!...the Parade?, a disappointment in comparison with the old Electric Parade...but I overheard the old one is coming back for the winter season 'from Florida'...too crowded, the first parade seating, but found a perch near Small World on a planter landscape wall for the second at 10:45...and happy...d'Isigny sempiterno...
:)
DavidDavid
Mise-En-Abyme
Oh, a golden search,
Brain panning
With a sieve for a mind,
Trying to find,
Liken from an olden time,
On a dangling climb
To a dragon's perch
The hero's bold reach
For the storied gold fleece,
The dragon's necklace,
A charm for peace.
Grumble
They're quick to grumble,
Crowded about my
Carefully stepping feet,
Like elephant seals on the beach.
"Sorry!"
Not even a briar patch for me too.
Well,
They've been waiting since five
For the electric parade summer night
And have traveled far...
The strollers together parked.
Grumble 2
They're Jabba the Hutt on wheels...
Electric cushioned
Magic chairs
Plow through us...
Where has my sympathy gone?
I can grumble too.
Rehab
Main Street Train Depot.
Rehab.
Mr. Lincoln.
Rehab.
I look for the scratch
That made my foreman
Cluck his tongue
When I delivered from rehab
The fire wagon to its garage.
The cement floor smooth, okay.
Many feet...
Time heals even cement.
DolphinWords
Notes:...Oh, Onyx would love to have it...the Order of the Golden Fleece necklace!...reference Philip the Good...I happened on this study before, studying out Jason and the Argonauts...a curio is there are only two old Greek vases illustrating Jason's adventure...(Greek vases are a study!...reference Keats')...the one, a cup, shows Jason being regurgitated by the dragon while Athene is standing, looking on?, freeing Jason?...(scroll midway down)...this one cup suggests there was another version of the tale...oh, written fragments and mentions do too, but not so clearly!...Mise En Abyme...a term not in my daily vocabulary!...found it happening on Philip the Bold's tomb while browsing google images of Philip the Good...it means 'recursive' in one sense, as in fractal self similarity--my conjecture!...Philip the Good is the Frenchman who captured Joan of Arc, and then turned her over to the English...a Duke of Burgandy, close to rank of King, Philip was then allied to the English...brb...
quote
KING HENRY V
Peace to this meeting, wherefore we are met!
Unto our brother France, and to our sister,
Health and fair time of day; joy and good wishes
To our most fair and princely cousin Katharine;
And, as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contrived,
We do salute you, Duke of Burgundy;
And, princes French, and peers, health to you all!
Shakespeare
Henry V
quote
...that's the 'band of brothers' play...awhile back, Henry V was put on moot trial for war crimes, a current supreme court judge sat on the court...Henry was fearful the French prisoners, there were a lot quickly acquired, would be trouble, rearm themselves with fallen weapons during the battle's distractions, so had his archers mow them down...no mercy, no quarter...his Knights, the code of chivalry being as strong as it was, refused on pain of death to participate...this all during the Hundred Years' War...an off and on again study!...I don't know which Duke Henry fought...brb...one of Philip the Bold's sons dies at the battle of Agincourt...John the Fearless, Duke of Burgandy at the time; he reigned between Bold and Good...apparently, there were shifting alliances, kind of a French trait!...Philip the Good was offered the Order of the Garter by the English, and refused it, broke off an alliance, and invented the Order of the Golden Fleece, which may be the most elitist Order of the elites!...Grumble 1, 2, Rehab...I stalled going to the Park with the gifted year pass, with parking...family gathering diverted...and this week end last for the summer parade, a take off on the old Electric Parade...and I wanted to see it...'Welcome back...' the parking lot attendant said when I handed him the pass to swipe...they always say that, but it brings a smile, as the Park was like home for the seven years I worked there...first time back in sixteen years...the crowds I've heard are overwhelming, and to that I can attest now too!...the Parade?, a disappointment in comparison with the old Electric Parade...but I overheard the old one is coming back for the winter season 'from Florida'...too crowded, the first parade seating, but found a perch near Small World on a planter landscape wall for the second at 10:45...and happy...d'Isigny sempiterno...
:)
DavidDavid
Sunday, September 4, 2016
OTI:four poems and notes:9/4/16
Open To Interpretation
Karma
Chickens cattle fish pigs,
Turkeys not so much,
Oh, turtle once in Ensenada,
And cat squirrel dog run over,
Sling shot a lizard between the eyes,
A paltry incomplete list,
And then there's related,
Bombed to oblivion...wherever...
Oh, a couple million...whatever...
Participant as it were
In a planet's destruction.
And imagination's consumption?
That too, I suppose.
Sigh, what's it to be this time?
Chicken, turtle, cat?
Me again?!
Oh, I see the logic in that...
Could Should Would
You could make me someone else
You could you could
Or have me as I am
You should you should
I'd prefer it
I would I would.
Dismay
Oh
What to wear
To avoid your stare
How to walk
To avoid your talk
And dismay
At what I say.
Dolphins
What can a dolphin make?
Oh, the subject isn't little dolphins...
What can a dolphin fashion with no hands?
I pass the seaside
Souvenir shop glass window,
It's full of dolphins!
DolphinWords
Notes: Karma...reference metempsychosis...I don't think I encountered 'metempsychosis' until like mid college in my education...in James Joyce's Ulysses...I had to look the word up...and it was like a forbidden subject, along with a few other things in the book!...schools, secular as they intend to be to be free of religion so there's freedom of religion, have a tough time teaching history, as up until the twentieth century when secular science really started to establish itself, all history was religious!...metempsychosis is the old Greek word for reincarnation...the whole notion is so close to evolution, that I can't help but think they are one and the same, but pied by religious teachers, Buddha, Pythagoras, James Joyce!, into an elaborate scheme that gives one pause, but not for too long, as one is moved along to the next willy nilly!...why they may have done that was to avoid exactly what happened to Joyce...censorship...fatal ridicule if one explained fish grew legs, and apes brains, and then us....Could...Dismay...embellishments...Dolphins...very fond of this one!...somehow it grew out of the other three...I would ad 'display' after window, but made the last three lines a haiku...an English haiku...with the 'kindling' before it...after a hundred years or so now, everyone is familiar with haiku's little format in English...five seven five syllable lines...I've never read a Japanese haiku in Japanese...don't know Japanese!...but I imagine they are different substantially insomuch Japanese/Chinese script is pictorial/hieroglyphic...I've happened with Dolphin on a way to do English haiku that I like...begin with a standard poem kindling lead (poems are like jokes...a story, a punch line), and then finish it, put it all in a nutshell, with a haiku...in Shakespeare's sonnets the envoy is like this...oh, here's a blog page where one of the authors has written a haiku to sum up each of Shakespeare's plays!...my short poems of late titled after some author of note have been in this vein too!...they're kind of notes to myself to connect better with a study...and not just wholesale read all about, or all the works of, an author--or subject...if I can see just one thing of an author/subject, and make it my own in a poem, I'm good...
quote
Sonnet 126 has been dubbed the envoi to the "Fair Youth" sonnets. An envoy or envoi, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary[5] is "The action of sending forth a poem; hence, the concluding part of a poetical or prose composition; the author's parting words; a dedication, postscript. Now chiefly the short stanza which concludes a poem written in certain archaic metrical forms."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_126#Envoi
unquote
:)
DavidDavid
Karma
Chickens cattle fish pigs,
Turkeys not so much,
Oh, turtle once in Ensenada,
And cat squirrel dog run over,
Sling shot a lizard between the eyes,
A paltry incomplete list,
And then there's related,
Bombed to oblivion...wherever...
Oh, a couple million...whatever...
Participant as it were
In a planet's destruction.
And imagination's consumption?
That too, I suppose.
Sigh, what's it to be this time?
Chicken, turtle, cat?
Me again?!
Oh, I see the logic in that...
Could Should Would
You could make me someone else
You could you could
Or have me as I am
You should you should
I'd prefer it
I would I would.
Dismay
Oh
What to wear
To avoid your stare
How to walk
To avoid your talk
And dismay
At what I say.
Dolphins
What can a dolphin make?
Oh, the subject isn't little dolphins...
What can a dolphin fashion with no hands?
I pass the seaside
Souvenir shop glass window,
It's full of dolphins!
DolphinWords
Notes: Karma...reference metempsychosis...I don't think I encountered 'metempsychosis' until like mid college in my education...in James Joyce's Ulysses...I had to look the word up...and it was like a forbidden subject, along with a few other things in the book!...schools, secular as they intend to be to be free of religion so there's freedom of religion, have a tough time teaching history, as up until the twentieth century when secular science really started to establish itself, all history was religious!...metempsychosis is the old Greek word for reincarnation...the whole notion is so close to evolution, that I can't help but think they are one and the same, but pied by religious teachers, Buddha, Pythagoras, James Joyce!, into an elaborate scheme that gives one pause, but not for too long, as one is moved along to the next willy nilly!...why they may have done that was to avoid exactly what happened to Joyce...censorship...fatal ridicule if one explained fish grew legs, and apes brains, and then us....Could...Dismay...embellishments...Dolphins...very fond of this one!...somehow it grew out of the other three...I would ad 'display' after window, but made the last three lines a haiku...an English haiku...with the 'kindling' before it...after a hundred years or so now, everyone is familiar with haiku's little format in English...five seven five syllable lines...I've never read a Japanese haiku in Japanese...don't know Japanese!...but I imagine they are different substantially insomuch Japanese/Chinese script is pictorial/hieroglyphic...I've happened with Dolphin on a way to do English haiku that I like...begin with a standard poem kindling lead (poems are like jokes...a story, a punch line), and then finish it, put it all in a nutshell, with a haiku...in Shakespeare's sonnets the envoy is like this...oh, here's a blog page where one of the authors has written a haiku to sum up each of Shakespeare's plays!...my short poems of late titled after some author of note have been in this vein too!...they're kind of notes to myself to connect better with a study...and not just wholesale read all about, or all the works of, an author--or subject...if I can see just one thing of an author/subject, and make it my own in a poem, I'm good...
quote
Sonnet 126 has been dubbed the envoi to the "Fair Youth" sonnets. An envoy or envoi, as defined by the Oxford English Dictionary[5] is "The action of sending forth a poem; hence, the concluding part of a poetical or prose composition; the author's parting words; a dedication, postscript. Now chiefly the short stanza which concludes a poem written in certain archaic metrical forms."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet_126#Envoi
unquote
:)
DavidDavid
Friday, September 2, 2016
OTI:one poem and notes:9/2/16
Open To Interpretation
Cadmus
"Oh, it's what we heroes do!"
Said Cadmus,
Standing over her dragon,
Slain with his bloody sword...
"I didn't know he was your pet."
DolphinWords
Notes:....Cadmus...embellished...wiki's take has it that the dragon was dear to the gods, and to placate them Cadmus offered to be a dragon...the gods took him up on that, and made him into a dragon...his wife too...oh, I need coffee to contemplate!...'Cadmus', like many myth heroes, is a composite...this to say, he is often in 'two places at once'...famously, he brought the Greek's the alphabet...after seeing a flight of cranes?...brb....
quote
Then Hermes reduced these sounds to characters, showing wedge shapes because cranes fly in wedge formation and then carried the system from Greece to Egypt*. This was the Pelasgian alphabet, which Cadmus had later brought to Boeotia, then Evander of Arcadia, a Pelasgian, introduced into Italy, where his mother, Carmenta, formed the familiar fifteen characters of the Latin alphabet.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_Greek_alphabet
unquote
...more coffee...
:)
DavidDavid
Cadmus
"Oh, it's what we heroes do!"
Said Cadmus,
Standing over her dragon,
Slain with his bloody sword...
"I didn't know he was your pet."
DolphinWords
Notes:....Cadmus...embellished...wiki's take has it that the dragon was dear to the gods, and to placate them Cadmus offered to be a dragon...the gods took him up on that, and made him into a dragon...his wife too...oh, I need coffee to contemplate!...'Cadmus', like many myth heroes, is a composite...this to say, he is often in 'two places at once'...famously, he brought the Greek's the alphabet...after seeing a flight of cranes?...brb....
quote
Then Hermes reduced these sounds to characters, showing wedge shapes because cranes fly in wedge formation and then carried the system from Greece to Egypt*. This was the Pelasgian alphabet, which Cadmus had later brought to Boeotia, then Evander of Arcadia, a Pelasgian, introduced into Italy, where his mother, Carmenta, formed the familiar fifteen characters of the Latin alphabet.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_Greek_alphabet
unquote
...more coffee...
:)
DavidDavid
Thursday, September 1, 2016
OTI:four poems and notes:9/1/16
Open To Interpretation
Desperate
Worm on the cement
Between dry and wet.
In Front, Cupid, In Front
In front, Cupid, in front,
Not behind.
Oh, did you do that to
Aphrodite's design?
I was trying to catch,
Not be caught.
Be judged,
Not judge.
What does she think I'll do?
Shoot ahead that requested arrow,
And I'll have two!
Zeus!
Zeus!
What were your sinews?
And the adamantine sickle that cut them from you?
Let me think...
Hundred headed
Typhon had them
Hidden in his cave,
And Typhon could be charmed
With a lyre tune,
Best if the lyre made with your sinews.
"Bring me Zeus' sinews,"
Said Cadmus to Typhon,
"To make the lyre to play your tune."
A trick.
But Typhon agreed,
So eager to hear his favorite tune
'Low Rolling Thunder',
And his hundred heads would sing
And flame and smoke and roar the chorus.
What were the sinews?
What the lyre?
Oh, I see,
Zeus' fire,
Lightning streaking storm clouded sky,
Strumming
'Low Rolling Thunder',
Hundred headed Typhon's
Favorite wonder.
Nowadays we have all seen
The prize winning photo
'Lightning Over Volcano',
But what of the sickle?
Made of iron, the story said,
What better to cut lightning
From storm clouded sky.
Sure
Sure
I care
For you
And you
I pursue
I pursued
Oh
A fine imbroglio!
DolphinWords
Notes: Desperate...yep...Cupid...being cupid...Zeus...background checking Dragons, and of course encountered the granddaddy of all Dragons, Typhon...and took note Typhon had a weakness for music, which became part of a stratagem in the battle between Zeus and Typhon...Lightning Over Volcano...more than a few prize winners!...oh...Blake's Tyger Tyger poem in play...'what the fire, what the art, could twist the sinews of thy heart?"...embellished, here's link...The Tyger...note storm imagery in Blake's poem...Sure...more 'did you ever have to make up your mind, to pick up with one, and leave the other behind'--Loving Spoonful...that refrain,often encountered, is probably more at the heart of those who withdraw from the 'world', or try to manage it, than any other singular thing!...there's a deep sea creature called a Black Dragon Fish...looking at today's google doodle...I thought...but no, it's about the book Never Ending Story...a fine reminder!...oh, thought to check 'low rolling thunder', thinking a heavy metal sound...that may be around, with the all the other things, but did find a haiku with music on youtube...'nice' I left in the notes...
:)
DavidDavid
Desperate
Worm on the cement
Between dry and wet.
In Front, Cupid, In Front
In front, Cupid, in front,
Not behind.
Oh, did you do that to
Aphrodite's design?
I was trying to catch,
Not be caught.
Be judged,
Not judge.
What does she think I'll do?
Shoot ahead that requested arrow,
And I'll have two!
Zeus!
Zeus!
What were your sinews?
And the adamantine sickle that cut them from you?
Let me think...
Hundred headed
Typhon had them
Hidden in his cave,
And Typhon could be charmed
With a lyre tune,
Best if the lyre made with your sinews.
"Bring me Zeus' sinews,"
Said Cadmus to Typhon,
"To make the lyre to play your tune."
A trick.
But Typhon agreed,
So eager to hear his favorite tune
'Low Rolling Thunder',
And his hundred heads would sing
And flame and smoke and roar the chorus.
What were the sinews?
What the lyre?
Oh, I see,
Zeus' fire,
Lightning streaking storm clouded sky,
Strumming
'Low Rolling Thunder',
Hundred headed Typhon's
Favorite wonder.
Nowadays we have all seen
The prize winning photo
'Lightning Over Volcano',
But what of the sickle?
Made of iron, the story said,
What better to cut lightning
From storm clouded sky.
Sure
Sure
I care
For you
And you
I pursue
I pursued
Oh
A fine imbroglio!
DolphinWords
Notes: Desperate...yep...Cupid...being cupid...Zeus...background checking Dragons, and of course encountered the granddaddy of all Dragons, Typhon...and took note Typhon had a weakness for music, which became part of a stratagem in the battle between Zeus and Typhon...Lightning Over Volcano...more than a few prize winners!...oh...Blake's Tyger Tyger poem in play...'what the fire, what the art, could twist the sinews of thy heart?"...embellished, here's link...The Tyger...note storm imagery in Blake's poem...Sure...more 'did you ever have to make up your mind, to pick up with one, and leave the other behind'--Loving Spoonful...that refrain,often encountered, is probably more at the heart of those who withdraw from the 'world', or try to manage it, than any other singular thing!...there's a deep sea creature called a Black Dragon Fish...looking at today's google doodle...I thought...but no, it's about the book Never Ending Story...a fine reminder!...oh, thought to check 'low rolling thunder', thinking a heavy metal sound...that may be around, with the all the other things, but did find a haiku with music on youtube...'nice' I left in the notes...
:)
DavidDavid
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
OTI:two poems and notes:8/31/16
Open To Interpretation
Baubles And Songs
from Black Dragon Lore
Black Dragons become deliriously happy
Listening to humans sing and play their instruments.
Next to treasures fashioned by humans, it is their favorite.
A Dragon Clan with a stable of singers and musicians,
And crafters too,
Is set.
Tall nests encrusted with human treasures,
Long summer evenings of human music...
Nothing could be finer, the best of Dragon things.
Dragons are clumsy, claws and wings being such,
And while they have visual and hearing acuities next to none,
They can't make a thing, or sing a note, themselves.
Dragons will die for a bauble, and a song.
When Asleep When Awake
Dragons dream together,
Awake, disparate paths they take.
DolphinWords
Notes:...I..hmmph...I dreamed a dream about the Black Ship tale!...when I awoke I thought nothing of it, then did a double take...'DavidDavid, you just dreamed about the Black Ship!...Write it down!'...so grabbed my iphone and poked the keypad...this is just how I recorded, misspells and all...tempting to try and meld it into the narrative, but it don't make much sense!, and would take some fiddling!
quote
‘O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.
Songs Of Experience
William Blake
unquote
The Pogo Stick Poles
He catches me on the soft pole I'm hopping on...he on one too...I've stolen mine from across the field along the fence where I had seen them atop the connected ones in the village. I had climbed up the one to make it drop it's string pouch and wS kind if stuck at the top the string below so hopped back to the group pillars for some reason nearly there I was waylaid by him on his hopping pillar he was going to arrest me I thought do you know where you are we are atop the walls of a labyrinth like group of open to the air celadon I see antique buildings across a street and I'll remember those your at a zoo he says. We're hopping on the pillars to the fence pillars and he's asking about the tale forget some here I describe the black ship carefully repeating how it isomer a obsidian Neolithic spear point I don't think he likes that and he asks about the poles what about the poles and I think and say oh the black ship masts. In battle they shoot out lightning and he s excited mimiciing like the masts the poles connect earth and sky whew !A dream about the black ship!
:)
DavidDavid
Baubles And Songs
from Black Dragon Lore
Black Dragons become deliriously happy
Listening to humans sing and play their instruments.
Next to treasures fashioned by humans, it is their favorite.
A Dragon Clan with a stable of singers and musicians,
And crafters too,
Is set.
Tall nests encrusted with human treasures,
Long summer evenings of human music...
Nothing could be finer, the best of Dragon things.
Dragons are clumsy, claws and wings being such,
And while they have visual and hearing acuities next to none,
They can't make a thing, or sing a note, themselves.
Dragons will die for a bauble, and a song.
When Asleep When Awake
Dragons dream together,
Awake, disparate paths they take.
DolphinWords
Notes:...I..hmmph...I dreamed a dream about the Black Ship tale!...when I awoke I thought nothing of it, then did a double take...'DavidDavid, you just dreamed about the Black Ship!...Write it down!'...so grabbed my iphone and poked the keypad...this is just how I recorded, misspells and all...tempting to try and meld it into the narrative, but it don't make much sense!, and would take some fiddling!
quote
‘O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.
Songs Of Experience
William Blake
unquote
The Pogo Stick Poles
He catches me on the soft pole I'm hopping on...he on one too...I've stolen mine from across the field along the fence where I had seen them atop the connected ones in the village. I had climbed up the one to make it drop it's string pouch and wS kind if stuck at the top the string below so hopped back to the group pillars for some reason nearly there I was waylaid by him on his hopping pillar he was going to arrest me I thought do you know where you are we are atop the walls of a labyrinth like group of open to the air celadon I see antique buildings across a street and I'll remember those your at a zoo he says. We're hopping on the pillars to the fence pillars and he's asking about the tale forget some here I describe the black ship carefully repeating how it isomer a obsidian Neolithic spear point I don't think he likes that and he asks about the poles what about the poles and I think and say oh the black ship masts. In battle they shoot out lightning and he s excited mimiciing like the masts the poles connect earth and sky whew !A dream about the black ship!
:)
DavidDavid
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