unthanksgiving 2013
(photo credit: Andrew Martin 11.28.13)
-d.
- (photo credit: Jasmine Stade 11.28.13)
Sunrise Thursday
-d.
Tuning in Point Reyes
The sliver of five day moon
offered paths on sand bluffs
clearings in pine woods of
otherwise dark ravines down
deep in doubts about enough
food and water, and lodging.
Alone with only my breath
attuning eastern night sky.
-----
Later, together, we will perceive and do,
be wild like nature. Report. Pause. Rewind.
Show off your gorilla dance that I thought
only the Congolese women knew but then
I saw your moves and facial expression,
the memory of a child's imagination. Create
then go home isolate again in the name of
poetry for dancers and their baskets of dry-
ing bay nuts and same stories of lost fathers.
How does the score continue or end? Slow
motion is okay but please do not call out
during an original phrase or motion. Wait.
Find out what is not seen or heard, outside
the five senses, and allow it to unfold. Feel
clearings in pine woods of
otherwise dark ravines down
deep in doubts about enough
food and water, and lodging.
Alone with only my breath
attuning eastern night sky.
-----
Later, together, we will perceive and do,
be wild like nature. Report. Pause. Rewind.
Show off your gorilla dance that I thought
only the Congolese women knew but then
I saw your moves and facial expression,
the memory of a child's imagination. Create
then go home isolate again in the name of
poetry for dancers and their baskets of dry-
ing bay nuts and same stories of lost fathers.
How does the score continue or end? Slow
motion is okay but please do not call out
during an original phrase or motion. Wait.
Find out what is not seen or heard, outside
the five senses, and allow it to unfold. Feel
our
in-
ten-
in-
ten-
tions,
dance
dance
our
tun-
ing
dance.
dance.
I wrote this poem with the dozen or so of us in mind,
at the Dance Palace, Point Reyes Station on Nov 9 & 10, 2013, Tuning Scores.
Photo above: Angel Island 3.27.13, look like California oak moth larva again:
Phryganidia californica (in oak woodlands)
a radiant heat transfer
June 2014 update: I've lost the original draft of this poem, but I think a new draft will include:
Wipe your eyes, yellow bird.
a sonnet
Muwekma, Yelamu, and Petlenuk
The golden-crowned sparrows' song of lament
Serenades our city all winter long I meant
To write more, to study, meter and rhyme
But in an unnamed oak knoll nearby I'm
Listening to voices of wind venting
Out loud over ten thousand years spent
"No Gold Here" the bird sings each time
For spring he leaves again no longer mine.
"No Gold Here" why then did priests beat bent
Backs of savages and try to kill all beasts?
Muwekma, Yelamu, and Petlenuk:
So little said of such atrocities - I heard her
Idle No More of roots, seeds, salmon feasts.
Muwekma, Yelamu, and Petlenuk:
I remember crow gives birth to thunder!
photo above: Ocean Beach 12.12.13
danger and deliverance
danger and deliverance
--- a snake offering ---
Ohhhh!
You want to be alone, you long and lean, streaked red on black - that's danger and deliverance. Can I show you the water the drip in faucet, or vast ocean currents and waves? Take this frog as an offering for ancestors to open wide. Tell me Secrets whisper in my ear mysteries of the cosmos. Will I die of cancer or get run over by a car? Cry and scream for lost loves, dead in front of me?! Tell me Stories of his hard, hard climb and how he sacrificed, bombed and killed for freedom and God. Tell me Lies to wish away the madness, hide the shame and greed. Please, no more celebrity gossip and that dream of millions of diamonds and gold, Please! Look into my eyes so that I can see your spiral dance. Sugar sugar, honey pie. Find a comfortable spot. Let me watch you and hear you speak. I will sing for you, and tell all about your beauty.photo above: red-legged frog (Rana draytonii) in Sonoma Co. near coast 8.19.13
photo below: SF 5.23.13, looks like a female with several males on her back: Bombus vosnesenskii, Yellow-faced Bumble Bee
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