(5/30/2009 8:57:00 PM)
‘When the individual line ceases to have energy for me I usually break the line there' Ed Dorn
(5/28/2009 8:31:00 PM)
if a poem isn’t an excursion, then what is it?
a stroll down memory lane?
unconquerable fear (an excursion into the mountains)
ice tilted sunwards
weight well forward
small hand holds
a sense of exposure
makes that foot placement look dicey
(5/28/2009 8:18:00 PM)
sometimes it’s an idea to pepper your forum posts with
spelling errors of omission.
by that, i mean for example: weigt for weight
not weight for wait
it will give your replies especially,
the addled effect of spotaneity
(5/27/2009 10:42:00 PM)
to those who say what else is there to write about
when there is hunger and privatisation in the world
i’ll reinstate two stalwarts:
the positron and freemasory
(5/27/2009 7:44:00 PM)
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when we poets are writing our poems
we are not thinking straight
we are slow and meandering
like a lava stream
(5/27/2009 6:50:00 PM)
as if it were a duty
as if the possibilities are not yet exhausted
have someone say
about something unexciting
like the law of averages:
‘the day starts
resembling a plot’
is this true?
what makes it exciting
(5/19/2009 6:18:00 PM)
Le Minh Hoang
(5/17/2009 4:18:00 PM)
yesterday, today, & forever
if letting Maya go
from my heart
trees can think
instead of sinking
under acid rain
in a river, slip & sliding
into an ocean of
but i don’t
& don’t know why
(5/12/2009 10:07:00 PM)
Prior Note: Laying in a field, naked, late at night, Robin Williams tells a story through the thoughts of his character Parry.
The Chalice of Grace
Here’s the story of the Grail myth, and although there are several variations, my favorite begins with the fisher king… as a young boy… who had to spend a night alone in the forest to prove his courage… and during that night he is visited by a sacred vision.
Out of the fire appears the holy Grail, God’s highest symbol of Divine Grace. And a voice says to the boy “You shall be the guardian of the Grail, that it may heal the hearts of men”…… but the boy was overcome…. innocent and foolish he was blinded by greater visions of life ahead filled with beauty and glory, hope and power…. tears filled his eyes as he senses his own invincibility….a boy with tears of naïve wonder and inspiration.
And in this state of radical amazement…. he felt for a brief moment not like a boy, but like God. So he reached into the fire to take the Grail. And the Grail vanishes, the boy’s hands are left caught in the flames…. leaving him wounded and ashamed at what his recklessness had lost.
When he became king he was determined to reclaim his destiny and find the Grail…. but with each year that passed with each campaign he fought, the Grail remained lost and his wound he suffered in the fire grew worse…. he became a bitter man.
Life to him lost its reason. With each disappointment, with each betrayal with each loss, his wound would grow…. soon the land began to spoil from neglect and his people starved…. until finally became lost all faith, even in God’s existence and in man’s value…. He lost his ability to love or to be loved and he was so sick with experience that he started to die.
As the years went on his bravest nights would search for the Grail that would heal their king and make them the most respected and valued man and the land, but to no avail. Pretty soon finding the Grail became a ruthless struggle between ambitious men vying for the King’s power which only confirmed the Kings worst suspicions of man causing his wound to grow. His only hope he thought was death.
Then one day a fool was brought to the king….to cheer him. He was a simpleminded man, not particularly skilled, or admired…. he tells the king some jokes….sings him some songs…. but the King feels even worse.
finally the fool says “What is it that hurts you so much? How can I help? ”.
The King says “I need a sip of water to cool my throat.” So the fool takes a cup from the bedstand, fills it with water and hands it to the king. Suddenly the King feels a lot better.
When he looks to his hands he sees that it was the holy Grail the fool has handed him. An ordinary cup that had been bedside his bed all along….and the king asks “How can this be? …..how could you find what all my knights and wisest men could not find? ” and the fool answers “I don’t know, I only knew you were thirsty.” For the first time since he was a boy, the King felt more than a man - not because he was touched by God’s glory… but rather because he was touched by the compassion of a fool.
From the script of the film: The Fisher King
(5/7/2009 7:10:00 PM)
I walked over here_________________________X
It was a short jaunt.
Then I came back X____________________________
Another perspective. I layed down steps _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
but was unstatisfied.
So I just smiled :) and called it a night.