added New Songs 79-84…been awhile, but here is more:
*** Habit: the weirdness of the piling years and their strange memories
*** Lorn: the wish for peace, and sometimes the fear of it
*** Gaol: "to sing and love" seems to be my motto, and my challenge
*** Compel: it's hard to like people sometimes
*** Helpless: are the best or the worst hours in life most mysterious?
*** Weightless: just pissed off watching the poor line up every night for a bed and a bowl, no reason for such suffering in a world of wide lawns and half-eaten buffet tables
New Songs (for Kassandra)
Re: New Songs (for Kassandra)
added New Songs 85-90…halfway there:
* Holy (i) : my idea of holiness . . .
* Holy (ii): love another kind of holiness
* Holy (iii): loving thoughts of the world
* Stump: thinking of things gone, and coming
* Arc of Ray: paying attention....
* Sway: A trip to the ocean, always the poetry responds.
* Holy (i) : my idea of holiness . . .
* Holy (ii): love another kind of holiness
* Holy (iii): loving thoughts of the world
* Stump: thinking of things gone, and coming
* Arc of Ray: paying attention....
* Sway: A trip to the ocean, always the poetry responds.
Re: New Songs (for Kassandra)
added New Songs 91-96…:
*Zero - An old job I had, boy, it was hard going through them doors
* City - Visiting somewhere I used to live - live among ghosts - missing it, not missing it
* Raise - "Remember everything but lightly" - there's some good hard truth in that
* Fury - Stone faces in public places can make me sad
* History - The world is a history of secret and public wants, strangely mixtured
* Power - I always find the idea of power darkly fascinating
*Zero - An old job I had, boy, it was hard going through them doors
* City - Visiting somewhere I used to live - live among ghosts - missing it, not missing it
* Raise - "Remember everything but lightly" - there's some good hard truth in that
* Fury - Stone faces in public places can make me sad
* History - The world is a history of secret and public wants, strangely mixtured
* Power - I always find the idea of power darkly fascinating
Re: New Songs (for Kassandra)
Looks like you been busy. I got a lot of catching up to do. I am
Looking forward to reading them.
I been busy too, not much to show for it but I think I have finished
tinker jack
Looking forward to reading them.
I been busy too, not much to show for it but I think I have finished
tinker jack
Re: New Songs (for Kassandra)
hi zero---these are poems i began posting here awhile ago---the series was actually done in 2006, and i've been working on new poems since. but i wanted to catch up the postings here, so have started finally---
what are you working on?
what are you working on?
Re: New Songs (for Kassandra)
Makes me nervous to talk about it
I have talked it away a thousand times.
I been trying to use the the bulletin board code on studio eight to pull my posts into a string of posts from different threads into what reads like a spontaneous stream. I use the search function to do that. I have way too many user names, a neurotic reaction to getting barred from litkicks I guess. I am killing them off. Tinker Jack is dead. He is perfect or at least he is perfect for the first page of posts you will see if you click on the tinker jack link above.
If I could only get rid of stilltrucking, lord knows I have tried.
my homeboy even wrote a song for him
"shut up still trucking I am bored with your blues"
Thank you for asking
I have talked it away a thousand times.
I been trying to use the the bulletin board code on studio eight to pull my posts into a string of posts from different threads into what reads like a spontaneous stream. I use the search function to do that. I have way too many user names, a neurotic reaction to getting barred from litkicks I guess. I am killing them off. Tinker Jack is dead. He is perfect or at least he is perfect for the first page of posts you will see if you click on the tinker jack link above.
If I could only get rid of stilltrucking, lord knows I have tried.
my homeboy even wrote a song for him
"shut up still trucking I am bored with your blues"
Thank you for asking
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added New Songs 97-102....
* Shadows - Wartime....
* Weird - dreams...where why and nonsense dance their lesson...i like that
* Doctrine - love is great and small...yes...
* Brutal- the child who roared because every hour was still to come . . . nice . . .
* Nearer - truth in the obscure . . .
* One, Again - the night so lovely . . .
* Shadows - Wartime....
* Weird - dreams...where why and nonsense dance their lesson...i like that
* Doctrine - love is great and small...yes...
* Brutal- the child who roared because every hour was still to come . . . nice . . .
* Nearer - truth in the obscure . . .
* One, Again - the night so lovely . . .
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added New Songs 103-108
* Ruin - line worth keeping: "love a mold around the heart, its poison & cure"
* Remnant - a fragment of discontent
* Remember- this is good: "love breaches what none else can."
*Grateful - this remains true: "she breathes with me through trouble & hope"
*Purpose - "A checkered child dances in the wind" - this occurred one lucky day back then....
*Blues - strange blues
* Ruin - line worth keeping: "love a mold around the heart, its poison & cure"
* Remnant - a fragment of discontent
* Remember- this is good: "love breaches what none else can."
*Grateful - this remains true: "she breathes with me through trouble & hope"
*Purpose - "A checkered child dances in the wind" - this occurred one lucky day back then....
*Blues - strange blues
added New Songs 109-114
* Perfect - such a dream poem
* Redux - yes: "nothing really goes away & nothing ever returns."
* Walking Fair "peached light"
* Mortal - "naked gave its song?" . . . yes . . . again . . .
* Sheer - "Want is mind's yea to flesh, to world" - i like this still . . .
* Flesh & Stardust - still asking these things . . .
* Redux - yes: "nothing really goes away & nothing ever returns."
* Walking Fair "peached light"
* Mortal - "naked gave its song?" . . . yes . . . again . . .
* Sheer - "Want is mind's yea to flesh, to world" - i like this still . . .
* Flesh & Stardust - still asking these things . . .
New Songs #115-120
* Faith - Always asking more.
* Nocturnal - a love poem of some metallic kind
* Wrack - still true: "nothing bites like old hunger"
* Music for Noone - fun one
* Death Fragment - war....
* Day Labor - rough day at work, i guess
* Nocturnal - a love poem of some metallic kind
* Wrack - still true: "nothing bites like old hunger"
* Music for Noone - fun one
* Death Fragment - war....
* Day Labor - rough day at work, i guess
New Songs #121-126
* Acoustic - whenever i try to get at the why of the world, i ended up asking question after question after question...
* Harder - a longer one, remembering nights when the elixir flowed among souls who danced in the fire & the moonlight, and the music did not start & stop but continued, like it has always been & will be...we flow with it when we are most aware & awake...
* Through - another damned remorse pome, not about the good ol days because they weren't all good, but about something in them, some eye forward that youth possesses...& later mulls as though apart a bit from it...
* Want - a short pome that pretty much, again, sums up my voice that life is a pretty fleshy heart-ridden tangle, and praise its passing mess while you are here...
* Surrender - a longer effort, gestated from attending a church, buddhist/christian hybrid, in seattle, where the word surrender was used over and over til i got really worked up and riled enough to respond in my obscure way...
* Brief Funk - the kind of question i'm always asking, the world no seeming top nor down, beginning nor end, what is the path, what the way?
* Harder - a longer one, remembering nights when the elixir flowed among souls who danced in the fire & the moonlight, and the music did not start & stop but continued, like it has always been & will be...we flow with it when we are most aware & awake...
* Through - another damned remorse pome, not about the good ol days because they weren't all good, but about something in them, some eye forward that youth possesses...& later mulls as though apart a bit from it...
* Want - a short pome that pretty much, again, sums up my voice that life is a pretty fleshy heart-ridden tangle, and praise its passing mess while you are here...
* Surrender - a longer effort, gestated from attending a church, buddhist/christian hybrid, in seattle, where the word surrender was used over and over til i got really worked up and riled enough to respond in my obscure way...
* Brief Funk - the kind of question i'm always asking, the world no seeming top nor down, beginning nor end, what is the path, what the way?
New Songs #127-132
***midnight yawp*** - short, sometimes short is best, get in & punch for meaning hard, & get out fast...
***glaring*** - based in part on a story told me by a logger i met at a mcdonald's in seattle...he was an old bearded soul, saw my notebook with the PROTECT THE TREES sticker on it and decided to tell me his story...several of them, one of which regarded falling out of a tree from on high, tumbling toward the ground, only to be caught by a branch and likely saved from death...his pocket bible kept falling but not him, he was ok...strange...he said loggers are good sorts and care about the trees more than most, hoping there will be plenty when their sons become loggers too...
***view from the shore*** - i think i like this one, i'm always going at the same obsessions, more or less, sometimes i think i hit exactly how it feels to be me, this mortal spirit breathing right now...it feels yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa when i do
***night flight*** - flying the red eye from east to west coast US, to visit kin, to show KD to them, to dig into my stuff where it's stored & bring a little back, i was pretty tensed up, & out this came...
***however*** - wrote this one in a long-known in yesteryear mcdonald's in the remain of downtown hartford, connecticut, my birthplace & once my world, returned there to see family, show them KD, give them some love for the gone years & maybe more for those survival of those years...still, current thoughts are my own, & see only what's gone there, what remains, but mostly what's gone...
***consider*** - i was still traveling in my youth's land, & grappling with where it is near my heart, where it is no longer, how it changes each time i visit, about once a year of late, how it does not...i found so many places gone...& realized i alone mourn them, for i alone saw them in the first place...i think this is how it is for everyone...we see some things together over time, but some we see & remember alone...
***glaring*** - based in part on a story told me by a logger i met at a mcdonald's in seattle...he was an old bearded soul, saw my notebook with the PROTECT THE TREES sticker on it and decided to tell me his story...several of them, one of which regarded falling out of a tree from on high, tumbling toward the ground, only to be caught by a branch and likely saved from death...his pocket bible kept falling but not him, he was ok...strange...he said loggers are good sorts and care about the trees more than most, hoping there will be plenty when their sons become loggers too...
***view from the shore*** - i think i like this one, i'm always going at the same obsessions, more or less, sometimes i think i hit exactly how it feels to be me, this mortal spirit breathing right now...it feels yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa when i do
***night flight*** - flying the red eye from east to west coast US, to visit kin, to show KD to them, to dig into my stuff where it's stored & bring a little back, i was pretty tensed up, & out this came...
***however*** - wrote this one in a long-known in yesteryear mcdonald's in the remain of downtown hartford, connecticut, my birthplace & once my world, returned there to see family, show them KD, give them some love for the gone years & maybe more for those survival of those years...still, current thoughts are my own, & see only what's gone there, what remains, but mostly what's gone...
***consider*** - i was still traveling in my youth's land, & grappling with where it is near my heart, where it is no longer, how it changes each time i visit, about once a year of late, how it does not...i found so many places gone...& realized i alone mourn them, for i alone saw them in the first place...i think this is how it is for everyone...we see some things together over time, but some we see & remember alone...
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******Softer - always asking the same questions, never hardly coming up with an answer leads to other than next song...heh
******Only - i wrote at a park i call cement park, one that i've going to write at for decades...so many lives in this one i've visited it...named my years-long book after it...glad to see it recently & show it briefly to my beloved KD
******Sorrow - writing from an all-night coffee shop i used to pretty much call home during my college days, i nicknamed it the people's donutshop, in the middle of a dying factory town, a downtown devolving to boarded up stores & shady looking figures...but it was much of my world for a decade or more, & i sat at this joint, looking out to the sky, or turning within to look at the tattered patrons, old, poor, betting their few coins on the lottery or the racetrack, the kind who may have seen more & other but now at best remember...i listened, & the day i wrote this poem i listened too, one feels far from anywhere in places like this, the news happens elsewhere...it was a visit steeped in sentiment...yet writing something new continued my affection for the place nonetheless...when i was green & knew little of the world it allowed me to sit with my books, walkman, notebooks, & try to learn more by my own wits...
******Strange Blood - the last of the pomes written during trip to see kinfolk, this one on the plane flight back to seattle...travel into the past, a lot of dust gets rutted up...glad to return here, home as i know it now
******Revive - which pretty much sums up my view on Art, chewing up your soul, spitting out the song, waiting awhile, do it again...
******Tavern Light - remembering my poet/dancer/madman friend amante, and the seattle bars we ran through for a week years ago...recently found myself back in one, sipping soda pop, but remembering who he was at his highest, dearest...
******Only - i wrote at a park i call cement park, one that i've going to write at for decades...so many lives in this one i've visited it...named my years-long book after it...glad to see it recently & show it briefly to my beloved KD
******Sorrow - writing from an all-night coffee shop i used to pretty much call home during my college days, i nicknamed it the people's donutshop, in the middle of a dying factory town, a downtown devolving to boarded up stores & shady looking figures...but it was much of my world for a decade or more, & i sat at this joint, looking out to the sky, or turning within to look at the tattered patrons, old, poor, betting their few coins on the lottery or the racetrack, the kind who may have seen more & other but now at best remember...i listened, & the day i wrote this poem i listened too, one feels far from anywhere in places like this, the news happens elsewhere...it was a visit steeped in sentiment...yet writing something new continued my affection for the place nonetheless...when i was green & knew little of the world it allowed me to sit with my books, walkman, notebooks, & try to learn more by my own wits...
******Strange Blood - the last of the pomes written during trip to see kinfolk, this one on the plane flight back to seattle...travel into the past, a lot of dust gets rutted up...glad to return here, home as i know it now
******Revive - which pretty much sums up my view on Art, chewing up your soul, spitting out the song, waiting awhile, do it again...
******Tavern Light - remembering my poet/dancer/madman friend amante, and the seattle bars we ran through for a week years ago...recently found myself back in one, sipping soda pop, but remembering who he was at his highest, dearest...
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Re: New Songs (for Kassandra)
she
has not emailed me in months
but when was the last time i emailed her
been so blinded by my romantic notions
so dreading her loneliness
i am an island surrounded by paper dolls
lose sight of women in the flesh and bone
what a jerk i been with women
never to late to learn another lesson
us geezers are suckers for broken hearts
just a jam a go at your poetry
thanks ray
has not emailed me in months
but when was the last time i emailed her
been so blinded by my romantic notions
so dreading her loneliness
i am an island surrounded by paper dolls
lose sight of women in the flesh and bone
what a jerk i been with women
never to late to learn another lesson
us geezers are suckers for broken hearts
just a jam a go at your poetry
thanks ray
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