Friday, August 21, 2009

ages




reeds and threads
follow mended ends
precious love.
endless friend.



Monday, July 27, 2009

vines

two tendrils grew apart for years
sprung same-sprouted ears
o them new frills never knew

a past that only gathered strands
a path that runs to you

in time we'll know
if seeds of feelings grow
if lives and vines entwine
that'll be just fine


Tuesday, May 19, 2009













i think of the hearts swaying thisday in '83.
kids getting closer to sun/swimming summer
kids getting out from the clothes that they're under.

dim-distant houses in woods
calling-lights you'd never reach if you could
and know that you're not too far in.
but far 'nough to see some trees turning foreign.

counting the days till they'd see solo's fate.
and luke's life saved by the hand they had thought they should hate.

by dusk / dawn dreams
in youth / loves se
am




Monday, March 30, 2009

rare dreams

how in earth does beauty flow / fore and back / to and fro
and is our vision held to the span
'tween the here-now and those first memories of a man
or does everyold scene slingshot our sight backways through time //

1500 YEARS OF OUR LORD
WE KNOW NOTHING OF THIS WORLD

so young minds look to an experiencer - we are illiterate - yes see
like words of wisdom from older brothers, acuity falls underfoot.
we are born under jade jambs ||| to stretch beyond the skin of this sweet fruit.

and did a salted path course its way through time

and all wild things falling along it become preserved

have you heard

he's always been mine



Wednesday, December 24, 2008

amass




stems/cells
annuallis - annuaals
turnerims
on palace walls

turn this earth
grow this world
begin all time
again, for her




Monday, December 15, 2008

scrap/asthetic



smithereens
b-actress dreams

co-factor heritage
often psalmic sincerity





how very small these shells

Monday, December 1, 2008

how do we still float //

while we leap from the arms
of those who carried us

is there another way to swim //
:A NEW WAY:

if i can't show them
can i carry them //





Friday, November 21, 2008

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

wellspring (1)
















popularity blindly leads us through strange tunnels.
as a spectre, moves on ahead, the wake tills illuminated history.
lights well up through those places we crowd around.
prejudice and prediction fail in this furrow.
it grows no segregate.

and in the shimmering present, many stay, waylaid.
some bury themselves away
enamored in the finding of a cozy passage.


but in staying the path, some find real glory.
newer and newer, cooler and cooler.
a stream leads deeper.

we have but one world.
we love to say whats best.
we cannot say why.
we only know we must.


















nothing comes from nowhere
but some come so cool.



so cool that we pile on
strangle them like a child would a favorite frog.
"we love you so much."

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

monument


garnished remnants of eras
what help time tell how.
purposed or happenchance
history now.



Monday, November 3, 2008

Sunday, October 26, 2008

elan, that voice from the future

1983
1972
1978






















how is it to see someone sing
cannot their music show you who they are



feel so blessed when dark shadows of figures appear through glistening melodies.
who belongs to this voice? how does this man move when he sings? .wait years.
how treasurable a face may become to you in seeing them strain there on stage. for beauty, harmony, dance, and song.
then sew ornate melodies into the curtains of our minds. feel the seams become loved, worn, tattered, and resown. as a bulb through a shade, all beautiful patterns are shown, and likewise show the light . .how to sing out.
.


early light was landed here first. broadcast ov'r the entire isle.
anxious dancing, well practiced in bedrooms and small halls, thrust on to a television screen while half-hearted attendees onlook.

no matter, when movement and music carry far more confidence than appearance ever can.



Thursday, October 16, 2008

europa


heavens above

an ice world
a small servant satellite
an old moon

oceans below

Saturday, October 11, 2008

century




call out colours a child would see
shiver, hold the broach of your mothers mother.
stare into the life of an earthbound man
see how their worlds know eachother.

similar to nowhere you've come ashore.
alike all that has come before.

spill strange scenes oversea.
brought down dreams in these places
well-traveled roads
in spell gathered spaces.




Monday, October 6, 2008
















sometimes, something happens when you hear a song 100 times.
it can be very damaging to your view of the song, and can even change the way you are able to hear the song, musically, emotionally, or otherwise. a song you have heard many times as a young person in passing on the radio, may simply wash over you as another tiny gem in a pool of a hundred others. we become saturated with melodies that slowly carve canyons into our mind, growing old and traveled.

salvation from this path often comes through a motion picture soundtrack.
here, the song is pulled from the sleepy pool of radiobound songs and placed in a wonderful new world of movement and purpose which may even serve to layer the emotion found in the song with new meaning afforded by its position in a film.

as a side note, i believe this is the reason soundtracks and music videos are so popular, especially with women, as they are much more emotionally conscious by nature.

but how can we account for a single song which has tunneled through years of airplay, surfacing in every successive decade, and understand it it's origins: the husband and wife who birthed it, the stunning women who performed it, the evil genius who brought them all together, and see them as one collective who somehow pushed this record towards the light of everlasting popularity.

the dozens of girls screaming in an audience may not have understood they were witnessing history, but their unending cries reflect the joy, excitement, and freedom, that a pivotal moment like this could elicit.
brian wilson called it the greatest pop song ever recorded.


how wonderful this preservation of a performance. a gift given to music.
a glimmer of beauty which seeped from the year 1963.
left to us for all time.
the vocals are live, the band roars over the crowd, and veronica bennett moves like she's the queen of the nile.


i believe this song may be a miracle.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

THE STUFF (1990)

rob lowe just took all of james spader's stuff.
and he's NOT giving it back
.






now, he's gonna mess his whole life up
...








just to show him what living is.











Monday, September 22, 2008

ballet / film ~ 1948

i cannot say i understand ballet, or film, and especially not, 1948 England.
i can say though, that i have seen something beautiful and inspiring.


The Red Shoes

when have dance and moving pictures met so famously or gracefully?
a fairytale wrapped up as an ornamented gift, hidden deep in a drama.
opened for a few fleeting minutes at the back of a dark closet.
closed before the spectral light gives it's finder away.




we find here, a movie which has drenched viewers in inspiration for years.
the runoff into rivulets too difficult to even place.
do we see it in the cool blue screen behind robert deniro's cab as he cruises through latenight new york? the whirling embrace and ocean cliffs in depalma's body double?
do we see it in the firey tap dancing, theatrical movements, and sweet swooning of gene kelly? how early on had it seeped into the gracefulness kate bush exudes in her adolescent songwriting?
this movie seems to have meant a lot to a great many people


below is the entire red shoes performance.

part 1
part 2

Friday, September 19, 2008