Monday, August 30, 2010

The Toys


My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes
And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise,
Having my law the seventh time disobey'd,
I struck him, and dismiss'd
With hard words and unkiss'd,
—His Mother, who was patient, being dead.
Then, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,
I visited his bed,
But found him slumbering deep,
With darken'd eyelids, and their lashes yet
From his late sobbing wet.
And I, with moan,
Kissing away his tears, left others of my own;
For, on a table drawn beside his head,
He had put, within his reach,
A box of counters and a red-vein'd stone,
A piece of glass abraded by the beach,
And six or seven shells,
A bottle with bluebells,
And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art,
To comfort his sad heart.
So when that night I pray'd
To God, I wept, and said:
Ah, when at last we lie with trancèd breath,
Not vexing Thee in death,
And Thou rememberest of what toys
We made our joys,
How weakly understood
Thy great commanded good,
Then, fatherly not less
Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay,
Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say,
'I will be sorry for their childishness.'

 - Coventry Patmore

Saturday, August 28, 2010

I Have A Dream for Tenacatita



On August 28th, 1963, Martin Luther King stood on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC and galvanized a nation with his words. On August 4, 2010 the residents of Tenacatita, Mexico were evicted from their homes by police in a land dispute. Have words been spoken loud enough, high enough and far enough for these people to return home?

They too have a dream. Two score plus years after Dr. King's speech, America has a black man sitting in the White House. In Mexico, a community waits to sit once more in their own homes.

We all have a dream. Dr. King's spoke for a race. The dreams of a community on the Pacific coast in Mexico are no less valid. Are no less real. But at this point in history the fullfilment of their dreams seems so very far away to them.

I too have a dream. I want to be able to once again see the sun rise and set in the ocean on the same day as it does in the winter in Tenacatita.

I want to swim once more in the aquarium. To body surf on a borrowed board. To share cerveza with friends under a palapa as children laugh and frolic in the mild surf. To share one more moment with the keeper of my heart in Tenacatita.

But those are my dreams, I know them well and they are the dreams of an outsider, a turista.

I can't hope to know the dreams of a community. My heart aches thousands of miles removed from where my heart comes to life.

On this day when a nation remembers the words of Dr. King my thoughts and prayers are with the dispossessed people of Tenacatita.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Insatiable Appetite


I sit and write out of the essence of my heart.
I want to love this time,
like I have never loved before.

The kiss that seeps from your lips ~
needs to send chills down my spine,
electrifying my soul,
transcending my thoughts into a vision ~
of my hearts desires.

I need to melt,
deep within your arms with each touch,
while caressing ~ softness of my skin ~
which weighs fervent
within your own intuitive,
transcending feelings into a vision of my
hearts yearning...

Love needs to blossom,
unfathomable within my character,
refreshing the intensity
which controls my emotions.

I need to witness the layers of imagination ~ which unfold
within quietness ~ of your thoughts.
It’s then you submerge into serenity.
You are the calmness in my life;
tranquility whereabouts ~ can only illustrate
the canvas of love,
fashioned in heaven,
cared for by angels...

- Dani Thornton-Stock

Dani Thornton-Stock writes about the beauty of love through poetry at Cashmereheart. Dani is the author of Love Letters Amidst Satin. Insatiable Appetite is reprinted here with the permission of the author.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

First Lines Second Thoughts - Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things

What if this young woman,
who writes such bad poems,
in competition with her husband,
whose poems are equally bad,
should stretch her remarkably long
and well-made legs out before you,
so that her skirt slips up
to the tops of her stockings?

- Gilbert Sorrentino (Imaginative Qualities of Actual Things)

First Lines Second Thoughts is a look at the first lines of well known literary works. On second thought, do these opening sentences stand alone as poetry?

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Warning


Inside the dark, odd house
We two, awkward
Uncomfortable in our skin
Distance between us increasing
With your departure

Left, a bank of wide clear windows
Facing the horizon
A brutality
Tornadoes two, hurling
Themselves toward us

"Stay," I begged
Fear flooding my voice with
Uncertainty
Deaf to the warning
You go
“I love you.”

- Liz Colado

Liz Colado essayist and poet, resides in the United States. A poet since childhood, her poems reflect the images and premonitions of her subconscious dreams. The writing of poetry has been her escape to a world apart, a dimension of other, a reality considered. The meaning of poetry has helped center her all of her life. She is also the main character of a life exposed, written by an anonymous author. Read the poetry of Liz Colado and consider the interior of her mind to be the discovery of a personal dream journal on the edge. The author publishes exclusively at Basil & Spice. The Warning is reprinted here with the permission of the author.

Monday, August 23, 2010

night vision


in the darkness
we call night
in the absence
we call light

thoughts arise
unannounced it seems
of things lodged deep
obtuse, strange themes

weird thoughts of things
rarely seen confuse our minds
we call them
dreams

- charles longstreet

Thursday, August 19, 2010

First Lines Second Thoughts - Neuromancer

The sky above the port
was the color of television,
tuned to a dead channel.

- William Gibson (Neuromancer)

First Lines Second Thoughts is a whimsical look at the first lines of well known literary works. On second thought, do these opening sentences stand alone as works of literature?

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Chaos is the New Calm

Chaos is the new calm
violence the new balm
to be spread on lips
unused to a kiss.

Left is the new right
as I brace for a fight
with a man who stands
on his remaining hand.

Fetid harbor harbor me
until someone is free
to drive me away
from what happened today.

Don't strand me standing here.
If you leave, leave beer.


Wyn Cooper has published four books of poems including his latest - Chaos is the New Calm (BOA Editions, 2010). In 1993, Fun, a poem from his first book; The Country of Here Below (Ahsahta Press, 1987), was turned into Sheryl Crow’s Grammy- winning song All I Wanna Do.

Wyn will be reading at the Burlington Book Festival in Vermont on September 26, 2010. For more information on Wyn's life and poetry please visit www.wyncooper.com

Chaos is the New Calm is reprinted here with the permission of the author.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Tenacatita: Truth and Consequence



There is a little oasis on the Costalegre known as Tenacatita. The sheltered bay has one of the best swimming beaches in Mexico and is home to one of the best coral reef snorkeling sites on the Pacific coast.

Tenacatita is a fishing village - pongas dot the beach when they are not at sea seeking out the abundant fish thriving off its shores. The beach has many madre y padre restaurants offering the catch-of-the-day and ice-cold beer under the shade of palapas. This is how the locals do business - this is their livelihood.

The people of Tenacatita also rely on the tourism that comes from holidaying Guadalajarans over Christmas and Easter, they rely on the snowbirds from el Norte. Americans and Canadians wintering in nearby communities make a point of bringing first time visitors to Tenacatita for a day at the beach. Some tourists winter in Tenacatita, some camp out under the stars at either end of the beach. Some have bought land. This is their idyll.

It's a bucolic existence, a symbiotic relationship that has been fostered and nurtured over the last fifty-plus years.

But who does own the land, the beach at Tenacatita?

On the one hand, the locals claim to have been deeded the land through ejido and on the other hand you have a developer who claims to have purchased the oceanfront property from the widow of a former governor. Both sides claim they have the right to the land at Tenacatita Bay. The locals want to continue with their way of living, the developer has visions of a high-end resort that would displace the community and limit access to the Bay to it's own clientele. Needless to say, locals and tourists prefer one eventual outcome over the other.

Ejido is a complicated land management system that promoted communal land use and dates back to the Aztecans. It was a vital component of land reform after the Revolution designed to give landless farmers rights to the land it worked. A right that could be passed down from generation to generation so long as the land was worked. The ejido system was eliminated by the federal government in 1991. Coincidentally, it was in 1991 that the developer - Andres Villalobos - bought its' 40+ hectares of land in Tenacatita.

For the third time in recent memory the developer has sought to reaffirm its' claim to the land in Tenacatita Bay. On August 4, 2010 reports started appearing on local English language message boards that something was afoot in Tenacatita.

There has been lots of hearsay reporting as to what has transpired. Depending on what you've read (and when you have read the accounts) the village has been razed, people have been shot and homes have been pillaged. Access to the village and to the gravity of the situation has been denied by roadblocks outside nearby Rebalsito.

As verifiable news outlets were initially silent on what was occurring...or not occurring in Tenacatita it was these message boards that lit up with various reports. Emails were forwarded and social media sites linked to blogs all in the hopes of gaining some understanding, some truth, as to what is transpiring in Tenacatita. Americans and Canadians, accustomed to instant news access were left in the lurch. The first reports shocked sensibilities and left many asking, "How could this happen?"

The dissemination of news in Mexico is fraught with many pitfalls, especially in small fishing villages along the Pacific coast. The message boards often serve as the news voice of the English speaking ex-pat community. Finding the truth in many newsworthy situations asks the curious to sift through hyperbole, good intentions, hearsay, party line gossip and online attacks. It has been said that visitors in Mexico should ignore the first 24 hours of breaking online news reports for the aforementioned reasons. Some message boards have done a better job than others in getting the facts out to the public.

Ten days into the Trouble at Tenacatita news outlets including the Guadalajara Reporter are investigating what has transpired on August 4, 2010 and since. Most local politicians have - to date - been silent on the matter. The silence is deafening and as reports continue to filter out and the news of the evictions becomes widespread elected officials will have to take a stand and comment publicly.

The rest of us wait for the truth to emerge.

Zanne Mack on the Loose



Zanne Mack from Frisco Bay
Headed south before Christmas Day
Found herself down the Mexico Coast
(That would be on the side Pacific
if we needed to get specific)
Trying to shake off some wayward ghost

She ambled into Piper's Bar
Swinging a real mean guitar
She could sing, she could pick, be it rock, be it blue
Zanne Mack even played Roctavio's too
So why these words and why this way?
Yesterday was Zanne's birthday

Thursday, August 12, 2010

First Lines Second Thoughts - Anna Karenina

First Lines Second Thoughts is a whimsical look at the first lines of well known literary works. On second thought, do these opening sentences stand on their own as literary works of art?

All happy families
are alike;
each unhappy family
is unhappy
in its own way.

- Leo Tolstoy (Anna Karenina)

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Tenacatita and Thoreau's 'Civil Disobedience'



With the ongoing upheaval in Tenacatita, Henry David Thoreau's 1849 essay seems appropriate. Interspersed with Thoreau's words are images of Walden Pond and Tenacatita Beach. Viva la lucha!


I heartily accept the motto, “That government is best which governs least”; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believe – “That government is best which governs not at all”; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which the will have. Government is at best but an expedient; but most governments are usually, and all governments are sometimes, inexpedient.

The objections which have been brought against a standing army, and they are many and weighty, and deserve to prevail, may also at last be brought against a standing government. The standing army is only an arm of the standing government. The government itself, which is only the mode which the people have chosen to execute their will, is equally liable to be abused and perverted before the people can act through it. Witness the present Mexican war, the work of comparatively a few individuals using the standing government as their tool; for in the outset, the people would not have consented to this measure.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Charlotte’s Shells

Charlotte's Shells by Winifred Nicholson (1933)


Was looking for some change
To do the laundry on 8th Street
When I came across Charlotte’s shells

She had always wanted to
Come to the ocean with me
But as she never could come
I did what I thought
Was the next best thing