Imagine
phishgod
Posts: 133
Imagine
Imagining us
becomes true
as two
now One,
and we
now visit
Ann Arbor
and the
coincidences mount
and we
marvel at
quad & diag
memorialized by
Donald Hall
and at
art museum
painting inspiration
Wordsworth’s
Tirney opposing
“Rape Sabine
Women,” where
Tiffany peacock
mosaic glittery
iridescent in
purple magentas
and deep
jades, blues
all tremory,
the seashell
pearl inlays
translucent transcendent
in backlight
shimmery bright,
as wind
Howl’s outside
in front
Hill Auditorium
where I
last saw
Allen read
and brother
take Hippocratic
Oath and
all the
more rich
layers as
phyllo dough
sweet Orange
little baklava
since we
slip into
Shaman Drum
to warm
and I
impulsively compulsively
buy tomes
pomes by
Lew Welch
and Ed
Sanders, almost
amazingly stocked
on shelves,
independent bookstore
near impossible
treasures found
and as
if Magick
we discover
Luna playing
Blind Pig
and Dark
Star Orchestra
the theater
while Bob
Marley birthday
bash ganja
swirling smokes
reggae floats
to the
February moon,
all On
this same
One night
we just
randomly decide
let’s ride
over to
A squared
on whim
of inspiration
to escape
cabin fever
this blustery
clear windchilled
daydream,
and as
if this
not enough
you tell
me that
you see
big sign
across from
Shaman mysteriously
says: “SEE,”
and we
do, when
in arcade
antique shop
window we
find sea
turtle next
to frog
scrimshaws and
all Realms
of Exceptional
Probability upturned,
as we. . . .
Imagining us
becomes true
as two
One, now
the implausible
improbable impossible
joy bliss
of Our
timings, having
lived twice
before within
One mile
two different
cities two
different decades
hundreds miles
apart and
I unlikely
“SEE” you
unknowing (but
remembered) across
Student Union
Building Moscow
some 25
years ago
and how
we passed
unknown Balboa
Timkin Gallery
another Saturday
or sat
frog pond
writing each
Our poems
of past
and futures
remembered , &
imagining us
now nostalgic
and fully
transitioned unit
at home,
Rainbow People’s
Party house
on Hill
Street I
visited at
19, or
that we’d
meet via
Rainbow’s Edge
while three
thousand miles
and decades
apart again
and now,
as pot
gold, melting
together, here
there, dizzy
bliss , tasty
mountains of
miraculous coincidences,
this new
life beginning
as dharma
amidst powerful
Omens of
wizards, or
cherries, dolphins,
mermaids, fairies
and that
future dreamt
in the
Emerald Valley,
by Koosah,
and Sahallie,
or the
white rainbow
conjured up
One magical
night at
“Star of
Sea” by
tall ship
“Berkeley” where
we both
have Own
ties &
through Jack,
Gary, Lawrence,
the others,
like Wakowski,
as here
now fair
Ann’s Arbor
tied too
Berkeley and
that semi-
amazing coincidental
occurrence that
as we
arrived anti-
war rally
in progress
downtown 2003
as if
same when
I last
visited art
museé A
squared, which
simply means
to second
power, and
to what
mystical joinings
this imagination’s
wrought as
Scots from
all clans
MacGregor &
Hamilton celebrate
new joinings
which Only
Once were
imagined on
promenade another
gallery Coleman
One Valentine’s
night Only
One year
ago in
Seaport Village,
now real.
And all
at Once
I imagine--
Grateful, as
the DSO
wails Jerry’s
tunes down
the street,
the great
connectedness of
all and
miracle of
two now
One, and
what is
real and
reality, Once
Only imaginary,
becomes true.
Who could
possibly imagine?
--February 10, 2003
@pth
Imagining us
becomes true
as two
now One,
and we
now visit
Ann Arbor
and the
coincidences mount
and we
marvel at
quad & diag
memorialized by
Donald Hall
and at
art museum
painting inspiration
Wordsworth’s
Tirney opposing
“Rape Sabine
Women,” where
Tiffany peacock
mosaic glittery
iridescent in
purple magentas
and deep
jades, blues
all tremory,
the seashell
pearl inlays
translucent transcendent
in backlight
shimmery bright,
as wind
Howl’s outside
in front
Hill Auditorium
where I
last saw
Allen read
and brother
take Hippocratic
Oath and
all the
more rich
layers as
phyllo dough
sweet Orange
little baklava
since we
slip into
Shaman Drum
to warm
and I
impulsively compulsively
buy tomes
pomes by
Lew Welch
and Ed
Sanders, almost
amazingly stocked
on shelves,
independent bookstore
near impossible
treasures found
and as
if Magick
we discover
Luna playing
Blind Pig
and Dark
Star Orchestra
the theater
while Bob
Marley birthday
bash ganja
swirling smokes
reggae floats
to the
February moon,
all On
this same
One night
we just
randomly decide
let’s ride
over to
A squared
on whim
of inspiration
to escape
cabin fever
this blustery
clear windchilled
daydream,
and as
if this
not enough
you tell
me that
you see
big sign
across from
Shaman mysteriously
says: “SEE,”
and we
do, when
in arcade
antique shop
window we
find sea
turtle next
to frog
scrimshaws and
all Realms
of Exceptional
Probability upturned,
as we. . . .
Imagining us
becomes true
as two
One, now
the implausible
improbable impossible
joy bliss
of Our
timings, having
lived twice
before within
One mile
two different
cities two
different decades
hundreds miles
apart and
I unlikely
“SEE” you
unknowing (but
remembered) across
Student Union
Building Moscow
some 25
years ago
and how
we passed
unknown Balboa
Timkin Gallery
another Saturday
or sat
frog pond
writing each
Our poems
of past
and futures
remembered , &
imagining us
now nostalgic
and fully
transitioned unit
at home,
Rainbow People’s
Party house
on Hill
Street I
visited at
19, or
that we’d
meet via
Rainbow’s Edge
while three
thousand miles
and decades
apart again
and now,
as pot
gold, melting
together, here
there, dizzy
bliss , tasty
mountains of
miraculous coincidences,
this new
life beginning
as dharma
amidst powerful
Omens of
wizards, or
cherries, dolphins,
mermaids, fairies
and that
future dreamt
in the
Emerald Valley,
by Koosah,
and Sahallie,
or the
white rainbow
conjured up
One magical
night at
“Star of
Sea” by
tall ship
“Berkeley” where
we both
have Own
ties &
through Jack,
Gary, Lawrence,
the others,
like Wakowski,
as here
now fair
Ann’s Arbor
tied too
Berkeley and
that semi-
amazing coincidental
occurrence that
as we
arrived anti-
war rally
in progress
downtown 2003
as if
same when
I last
visited art
museé A
squared, which
simply means
to second
power, and
to what
mystical joinings
this imagination’s
wrought as
Scots from
all clans
MacGregor &
Hamilton celebrate
new joinings
which Only
Once were
imagined on
promenade another
gallery Coleman
One Valentine’s
night Only
One year
ago in
Seaport Village,
now real.
And all
at Once
I imagine--
Grateful, as
the DSO
wails Jerry’s
tunes down
the street,
the great
connectedness of
all and
miracle of
two now
One, and
what is
real and
reality, Once
Only imaginary,
becomes true.
Who could
possibly imagine?
--February 10, 2003
@pth
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How's cass doing?
you have me shaking
literally
Timkin
has been large part
of my poetic habitation
Russian Iconic
Apostelic Succession
the belief of heavenly authority
is inner symbolic light
handed down
night by night
you follow along
into a river of generation
you may think its here divine'd
out of the human ordinary
time.
really beautiful are the tabletka (double-sided icons)~
jewelledbellydancer whispered for me to get my twizzle tops back over here, squiggles
(now if i can just behave myself!!!)......
Here, here!
I take your
of delight
(what's the icon for that....)
@&&&&&
Jewels belly dances????? Is there no limit to her brilliance???
I've got an icon in mind but it'd never fly--there'd have to be a parental warning on it.
gives me some hope-
and the Mary pictures, I wonder if the artists depictions
are actually Magdalen, she looks almost as if she is pregnant.
Is she bearing the holy grail?
originally, almost chronologically, i think
the art works began with the annunciation, and gabriel bringing the news...and interesting, too, is that in Russian icons and works Gabriel appears on the right (in Western art, he is traditionally portrayed on the left)
god's presence, the hand of light...symbols of potted lilies in the background, representing purity....
i believe the "pregnant" mary is the Model....and she (her form) carries over, even after she has the Child...
her virginity is miraculously still intact...and the Russians symbolized this by using light pouring through the glass or light filtering through a water vessel~~~
by the 14th century...sometimes a little dove appears in the light-hand, or a tiny tiny child carrying a cross~~
originally, if we follow the Russian vision, perhaps the grail would appear as a translucent chalis, whereas in the West it solidifies and is often painted in thick golds or luminescent pewters....
love & art...two great tastes that go great together
I want the dream lilies, jes, yes in
a child's scream, victorious stands on his seat
a first speech, yes! Yes!
He smiles about his yells
at his (Christ! the radio)
Mothers temples
he has been fed
crying louder, harder than the
teak histories of Babylon,
he has been turned
nestle down
dimples tucked in
dream lilies
Lilyoma returned.
michelle raine
and
of course always, the layered and haunting omnipresence of dream...the dream lilies
(and the scream...i recognize it, too, it goes through me like a painting by Munch)~