Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Mirrors of Mortality - David Stone (USA) Cheryl Penn (South Africa)


how can I help?
in time it may become clear
for now,
light on cave walls
is amethyst.

At odds with long life-lines.

The edge. discussion with Eric- took care of his sick mother for 6 years. He had no help. Feeling. objects. Darwinian pictures. Plato. attempt to resolve.
the wiring of brains. the programming of language. cultures. talk. laughter. (gods'). humaine beliefs. signals. aspirations. the heat in the center of the sun
and the cold in outer space.

Jasmine and Eric
 ideas to make this life
more palatable.

a turning thing
caught in the wind
of a passing train
sullen soldiers
choosing who lives or dies.

debate about chance. Eric- chance dictates all things. random principles. so many unknowns operate. conscious bridge operators. the draw bridge rises to allow a tiny sailboat to pass. motors. watching the fireworks above the skyline. losses. uncontrolled.

strange shadows
in MY mirror
life seems ten feet away
living in parallelograms.
We built  them so long ago I can’t even remember the enemy said an old man.
short long shots.

existence denied. a bombing. some believe a harsh action delivers anxious souls to paradise.

Anarchy. Brussels. Confusion.
Disruption. Death. colossal questions yesterday today
Peloponnesian War.  Battle of Li├Ęge.   Guido.
and there (s)he was
a singular reflection
mirroring mortality
who are you?
(S)he couldn’t say
desperately needed air.

I think of Guido hovering above the North Sea as a kind of angel viewing the care of the living in the sea and on land. I think of Denmark-cold waves and rocky ledges. 20,000 years of human forms. forces. ideologies. all sizes. bathing minds.

Raindrops on grey water
mirrors rivers of blood


in forests awash
how dark the days of mortal pasts
(and futures)
dare we dream they may be brighter?
fires atop the oceans
axes graveyard falling
cats call/prey caught
Gregorian chants


shattered ships.

the pirate ship. a fine merlot. women and song. species of predatory birds. a puffin streaks to the cold waves,plunges 5 feet below the surface, adjusts direction for refraction and grabs a fish for a feast back home.

crows among the living
all birds take flight
new days old ways
even refractory puffins plunge.

Crows are marvelous urban creatures-finding food on streets-walking around so awkwardly pecking at discarded plastic bags,so social
in trees-hundreds or thousands of them in groups.

mortal drowning
silver claws
braided hair
just children setting out in crowds
and strange sounds
it was a battle to the death
witches accompanying.
I’m feeling happy
but slightly mad
who would you rather travel with?
crows or people?

traveling with crows-for Guido-it was a symbol of death.  for me? I think more complicated-certainly an aspect of death- maybe difference is a partially Darwinian view.  poetic traveling with crows- Guido and I both. physically? wouldn't that be laughable? Baudelaire's albatross as metaphor of the poet- very clumsy on the ground and graceful in flight- how crows walk-so clumsily.

certainly in the physical world I must prefer travel with people.

Corvidae how curious a flock or murder of crows, poor Arne, forever a seeker of shiny things. 
Morrighan talisman.
Fay Fea.
Ulster Cycle/Red Branch Cycle
O Deidre, so tra       AAAgic, Conchobar’s wrath

the sparkle and glitter. Las Vegas entertainment. poker plots. the hotels only grow larger. how shiny a million dollars in metal coins.

Dutch legend has it that there was once a small boy who upon passing a dyke on his way to school noticed a slight leak as the sea trickled in through a small hole. Knowing that he would be in trouble if he were to be late for school, the boy pocked his finger into the hole and so stemmed the flow of water. Some time later a passerby saw him and went to get help. This came in the form of other men who were able to effect repairs on the dyke and seal up the leak. This is not a myth, it’s a tale by American writer Mary Mapes Dodge ‘Hans Brinker, or the Silver Skates - 1865.

Even holes in walls (never mind hotels)grow larger as do stories.
Mortality does not.

the growth of legends-a beginning trickle. waves. myths shattered yet beliefs continue 18

a response
to mortality?

Intriguing aspect of the theme of mortality-includes in some way every human dimension

Nemesis and Narcissus
we cannot help but give-into reflective pasts
we are the sum total of our mortal ancestors -
it ends right here buddy.
I promised I could stay
to sing a way through the stars
but kings break their promises
they’re just mortal men
the sounds of trapped birds is haunting.
Try to sleep
despite the coming storm -
even children could hear the sarcasm in his tone.
(Dare I not follow their steps?)
Becalmed and off course - were we friend or foe?
They stupidly thought death was glorious.

Reading poets of WWI-no romance about death. grim events.

I always say
when asking
give me an answer
from 1 - 10
1- Bad
10 - Excellent
I got tired of “fine”
when I felt mortal.
And I’m guessing

so were they.

a few 10's: completion of the Blackbird books (& Noah's book) and Memory Strait going into production dept at Austin Macauley. I will be seeing my friend Eric Basso tomorrow for one of our dinner/discussion meetings. new job- maybe a 2. overall feeling about life and the world- somewhere in between.  Und ihnen?
soms vlieg ek
Can we still be moved?
Always mortal
Life’s Numbers.

falling asleep-observing trees. losing and gaining sometime withdrawn analysis of memory. sometimes feeble. embossed. enumerated the evidence found.
laughter sometime pealed. a coelacanth spun homeward and learned speech.

rowing arrows floating bodies fallen oars
keep paddling
we’re rowing for our lives
lighting flash
cold dark star
his own death eludes him.
live a life worth living before you consider mortality
he couldn’t understand she understood
he hated that.
pagan rites
fully fledged
flinching in flint

The doctrines and the observations. Rode a train staring at the land rushing by. overland faces. construction. Ruah principles. people pray
and for some no time. a praying mantis climbs out of the pond,crawls on a rock, seems to slide forward and bites a leaf.

I was looking for that
exactly. a praying mantis
icecream pink, now tinged with black.
Hold this for me would you?
I’m wading in pretty deep -
definitely don’t want my coat tails wet.
Certain steps
and stops
an unstoppable direction
tracks in the woods
was someone watching in mirrors of mortality?

reflecting mirrored mortality

the last enemy to be destroyed is death.

I’d rather be dead
hitting the bottom
that’s where you need to be
before life can help you

Monday, 30 May 2016

Migration. David Stone (USA) and Cheryl Penn (South Africa)


beginning the human migration from Africa (about where you are now)walking thousands of miles one foot at a time,crossing the Mediterranean Sea. entering Grecian air space. encountering razor wires,sharks,hunger, love-somewhere-mother's- hanging on-handling life's pills-flesh-evolving-haunting-tasks-meeting knights-arts and sciences-never
more famous or brilliant than these tastes.

sometimes there’s inspiration,
in migration
BUT lack of preparation
can lose the challenge.
its all off the same plate
this life,
the audience - they’re cruel
and unforgiving,
clapping from curtained windows
in commercial towers
fast and furious meetings,
no time
for matchstick girls
and Little Princes,
just the inevitable Red Shoe Dance, dictated by political Blackbeards
(and borders).

observing the North Sea-the people stream and hide in cliffs. the Vikings-the terror of the broadsword-displaced by bullets-then-mustard gas and nukes-then just terror itself-shepherds.
hiding flocks. flocks massacred. come here into the hereunto aftereffects for balance. solace. families. tied. ribbons. collections taken. rumbled the carts.

You know
that what you have begun
will NEVER end -
this North Sea trip?
stark white barely cast shadows
intended effect
watching drones
fly over desert landscapes
where they were headed.
Boats were conveniently there and no one thought it could be a trap
desperation is a sad bedfellow. moon on tepid water adrift for days eyes on the future -it may be an endless ocean.

The North Sea-the Neanderthals stood at its shore,burying dead,looking up at the stars,believing their souls became the stars. the flux of time and entities expressed. homes. cold nights. the hearths. warm stories told to children.

Deep fjords
sharper sheer cliffs
but the LIGHThouse,
that was real -
as were gunshots and strange animals
while they took to water
and rowed for their lives.

the beacons the speeches proclaim eras. yells. periods. later who fell into the state with toetags. the belief systems. origins.
petroglyphic stains once were reddened with cells spirit pours icicles inches desisted lobes anterior reforms made theses
proclaimed corruption the popular pope the kids think he is cool he rides in his bulletproof car and waves and blesses.
argued Heraclitus nature loves to hide herself the worst forms deterred in traffic.

metamorphic mysteries
high rise technical drawings
the line
never missed its natural mark
Jasmine -
there were so many mouths to feed
nature DID hide. 

the plateau. the strife-crying-worn-a welcome?
the legions
of God
the fable.

although there were fabled guests
the octaves were high
she made a deal
a deadly deal
but if you wait
just long enough
for one last take
you’ll see
There are no bloodless revolutions
but words don’t bleed
do they?

the fables and the speeches request a messenger adopted children a trickle beseech pleas beings encumbered embarrassed erased all sizes described. positions postulates dilations on tablets benefits compounded wait
unmask the messenger drank a cup once and intoned mercy.

So the desert loomed (someone opened to that page). All incoming shows were put on hold for current plays. Physical distress is monitored, especially in fire emergencies and postulated positions. Reproduced, cloned words were active at the beginning, assuming they would be used with gay abandon.  Their dreams of use died early - no one wants complications or compound waits anymore.

The cold watch the view from the bridge the operators door opens gates celebrates mass migrations metempsychoses chosen people replicate doctrines of obedience folds disposed toys children cry the bridge connectors replay replenish soldered holds.

That’s the problem with double crossing in obedience folds - they generally occurs at double crossings.  Was he responsible for the migratory bombing or was that just what was written about him.  Enter the dictionary see if you can find some other adjectives.  Keep it simple as far as he knows we’re meeting him for the first time.  Do you think this is a long or short story? 

Not too sure, if we run the libretto sequence again the spots on her stockings will stop shining.

Water. the children need a drink. So do adults. crossing a million miles and years and here we speak. must one believe at least to feel better?

Jasmine, I’m so tired.
water surfaces
so still
no ripples
what will I say to them?
Its been so long
I too have changed
inside and out
and the wounds
 still throb.
Shall I
take the first watch?

Here,drink this. It is (just)water-so pure(but not purified-no special filter)-people in the desert. ice water. bottled water. you cannot drink the ocean.

why are they staring
This ocean of people -
he’s on the guest list  - smile maybe
in the basement with all
the unsolved files
the leaded glass was old
and cracked
make this simple
in fluid moonlit
vaulted ceilings
keep your voice
there’s a line
KEEP your voice down!
a child,
but So Ancient.
A word?

the tribes and societies. some do not climb. all perish. the guardians know best. in Plato's Republic-no poets.  some songs are too bright.

Do we lie about who we are?
Are those migrating voices that sing?
Swallows in mudhouses
under the eves -
they come from north Africa I’m told.
trapped, that’s what WE are
No Exodus awakening.
When did you become so captivating?
Where shall I start?
The remains of ancient civilizations
they were a cake-walk
tribal diaspora
another pivotal point. 

the great lies- Plato bans poets from the Republic (so he can be the only poet). the philosopher kings know best-the people-the herds of the unknowing.
eating. God's magnificent inventions.

Lyrics and Epics
tragedies philosophized
suffering is merely words.
oral evidence
retro rhetoric
It was shady down there
(the characters I mean)
half formed story lines
waiting in shadows
not called to service.

Climbing a ladder. a wrung of tissue. a race rink idols speak fresh messages ladies and gentleman the big top the trapeze the tiger tamer clawed and blood soaks his brilliant orange shirt. tissues. admission fees casino machines funds to buy food sparklers hurt worse dinner families leap and chew.

senses not bound to representation,
imitation, expressionism,
rigor, test train crash, debate, attacks, global markets, oil gluts, reported dead, emerging footage in migrating gyres.

the news the bombings/religion-one wonders who goes to heaven.

I would venture NONE.
You’re right you know
but who did this?
We couldn’t bear it
not for another hour
another minute
it all slipped from under us
for real it will come down
to OUR reality

one day.

the talk suspended all night people sleep pterodactyls rustle asking for feathers.

the power walk of one migratory line. 


The evolutions of societies-amalgams of cultures and languages-the drives of rivers of people not just individuals but peoples and cultures-cultural clashes when they arrive and over centuries shift the fabric of beliefs and actions. For as powerful as China is and its grand traditions-in American society-Chinese restaurants and laundries and everything that was made in america is now made in China. 

Post migration pilots dreaming
and immigration deals that never happened.


to see what they allow
Spionkop killings
forced (im)migration
graves testifying to the futility of that.
I bet they had dreams too.

Immigration and Naturalization. Language. Skills Culture. the tenements. fruit vendors. go to school. language accents. identify your address from your pronunciation. 

Mind snow attacks the television
migrating thoughts
shots to fashion. susanna to walking bare foot over the mountains before succumbing to the british.  boer concentration camps. sapphires in crowns of thorns. rubies set in bones. white on white crotched doylies. sisters hiding brothers in anthills.  sacrifice. listening to voices one cannot hear.  whispers from the graves. soft winds though pine trees.
so many thoughts,
no clarity
Was I dreaming?

In New York, Blackwell's Island (so distant from Blackwell's in Oxford!). hope. a little girl. a tin drum. some day I will become a great drummer. listen to this sound.