Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
FERDINAND'S LABORATORY
There stood Saussure in his Laboratory.
Teaching Linguistics as he best knew how.
Along with his Students, with their Wisdom,
Alacrity and Ceremony
For they have Traditions they have Mercy
They know Not what to Teach yet means or May
To Instruct is to Love for all Ages
To Learn is to Know it in its stages
For Discourse is what Discourse Intends
A Message and a Messenger their Course
Look at me watching what you have Unknown
It Points me toward its Own Direction
Where Meaning Upends from a Vehicle
Drinks between two Mouths in a Syllable
Saturday, February 28, 2015
FYDOR'S BERRY
There were many people in the plaza
Doing what busy people do in Russia
During the 19th Century at last
There was finality there was closure.
Or so it may have seemed based on the past
For there still was no way to measure that
But enormous history without forecast
Without a precise way to understand
Enters Fydor up to his elbows
Seeking an entrance or a portico
Into the soul of his nation and more
Reaches for Russia but captures the World.
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Saturday, February 7, 2015
APACHE INFINITE
-- Grandfather Grandfather
I lived in time there were no fences
The fences came later so did the gun
It’s no longer as it used to have been
when people were free there were no fences
The fences came later so did the guns.
The wagon, the train, the corporal, the law
the church, the messiah, the rituals
but there was freedom and later fences
The border that’s there didn’t used to be
And the people could travel where they went
It’s no longer as it used to have been
when people were free when freedom was free
It will never be as it was before
but will return to itself forever.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
FEB 5.15
When February with its Fiery Green
Sweep across the fingers of a Palm Tree
Spilling they spread bare, flower’s cupolas weave
Blue and yellowed, yellowed its tips proceed
Angled hazardous in degree so free
the bloom in its tumult and precipice
impossibly as a bird sees escape
survival results of fear set fire
and flame just a paint brush its verdure plain
winter of green is summer of orange
where yellow alerts beckons elements
profusely the flame of life burns gently
early in February when fine things
can be wrought from the remnants of evenings
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
BELLE DE LA TERRE, EARTHBELL
Bell of the earth that rings in my ear.
I hear you. You spin a great and large wheel.
It’s covered with golden dust I can see.
Made of the forces of nature tuned far.
The music as its heard becomes a tear.
as sound it deposits in its chamber.
To listen is to love as love can hear.
The bell of the earth is brown and brick red.
It turns around its center on a rod
the rod is like the chord of a large harp
and at its core is made of purer air
than sound itself can utter all alone
the wavelength of the ringing of the bell
showers over earth the song of the bell
Sunday, January 25, 2015
JANUARY MUSIC
--this is that sacred flower, "Yellow Flower" WCW
where in the month of January snow
covered the recesses where it came down
and was a beauty freedom bellowed for
while its music playing blows the notes
as though it were a violin and bow
performing as encroached by a shadow
a sacred song of feather and arrow
The Yellow River's tribute to the shore
its waters flows to memories then surface
a spectral color light casts on its course
and washes from its afterglow its ores.
Zenith of the golden fountain harbors
The time for even everything is now.
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