Monday, December 24, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
|Let's party like it's 184.108.40.206.0!|
A curious highlight to this holiday season is the impending end of the world according to the Mayan calendar. Alas, the Mayan calendar does not symbolize the end of times. It symbolizes the end of the calendar. Nothing more. One 144 000 day cycle ends and another 144 000 day cycle begins.
The following Mayan poem is from the concluding 13th bak'tun of the Mayan Long Count calendar. Let's hope that Mayan poetry flourishes in the new calendar beginning December 22, 2012.
Friday, December 14, 2012
|Santa's Towing in Harlem.|
First Lines Second Thoughts is a look at the first lines of well known literary works.
On second thought, do these opening words stand alone as poetry? This Christmas season we revisit Little Women. Written by Louisa May Alcott. Published in 1868.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Sequined designs on a red box.
The plastic jewels loosening.
In the tropical heat and humidity of summer
I remember this...
Black mold is growing again
On the edges of fading photographs
We gaze adoringly into each other's eyes.
On a bench overlooking the sea.
The children beaming in mirth
On Christmas, holding long forgotten toys.
Moments of joy and wonder
Moments of love worth dying for.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Guess she just wanted to test the waters, said words but they were never followed up by supporting actions, now it's just me in this desolate mind state I seem to find myself in, wondering whether anything she told me ever held any meaning.
Was it all a ploy? As most love to play this game & why should it be what she wants merely because she was the first to take a shot, granted she might defend that it was done in order to save her from any future hurt through a perceived & construed diabolical plot. But had she ever taken the time to think about the possibility that her actions would lead me to, in that same future, commit this emotional crime she thought I was capable of to another, as now she has forced me on a path to a place of which I previously wanted no part of whether awake or in slumber.
Friday, December 7, 2012
To: Allen Ginsberg,
Fourth Door on the Side
(the one that reeks
of burning typewriters and glowing words)
June 3, (1998...2012)
Allen, why is it you?
that undoubtedly replies to resurrected questions
wielding calibrated rifles in sandy mountains-
with spooning poetic papers turned
horizontally on to their bottom
like the lover you lacked for far too long
--traced outlines from stapling pencils
can be molded to hold each other! transcending together
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Join the Dharma Bums of Barra de Navidad as we celebrate the publication of Take Two: Another Anthology of English Writing from the Costalegre.
We will be meeting at the unofficial Bar None Group HQ — Chynna's Backstage Bar — on Sunday December 9th at 2pm.
Take Two continues on with more tales, poetry and art from the little Mexican drinking village with a fishing problem. Critics agree that Take Two is heavier than Volume One.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
4 wooden posts, an 8 legged friend
Cow dung floor to keep us on Earth
Sweet insect music, an antique hearth
2 lovers crash, no dispute to amend
2 heavy bags, 1 hand to lend
4 sandy shoes, a nervous laugh
Aching muscles, sandy skin from the surf
Sun-kissed bodies, burns to attend