Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

July 31, 2014

“COULD HAVE” –Wislawa Szymborska

Filed under: lost, mirrors, POEM, poetry, private, prose, surreal, WISE UP — Tags: , , , , , — namelessneed @ 7:53 am

It could have happened

It had to happen./It happened earlier. Later.

Nearer. Farther off.

It happened, but not to you.

You were saved because you were the first.

You were saved because you were the last.

Alone. With others.

On the right. The left.

Because it was raining. Because of the shade.

Because the day was sunny.                                                                                                                     

You were in luck — there was a forest.

You were in luck — there were no trees.

You were in luck — a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,

A jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant . . .

So you’re here? Still dizzy from

another dodge, close shave, reprieve?

One hole in the net and you slipped through?

I couldn’t be more shocked or

speechless.

Listen,

how your heart pounds inside me.

Submitted: F

April 17, 2014

GETHEMANE

There ought better be a beacon
on a pacific coast cliff could be
where hope’s light works with a sea horn
where a night light works with a warning
forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

There can be a candle
in a window with enough heat
to fire the hearth
to light one lone solitary stone room
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(from 2010)
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.”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

December 5, 2012

Everything is nothing with a twist. (Kurt Vonnegut, in Slaughterhouse Five)

Filed under: music, poetry, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 10:13 am

 

October 9, 2012

Setting The Table

Aw heck,  on a lark,

I likely heard a   “Hark,

Hear all this  beck and call”.

There, I see it had hailed from  icy altitudes.

So, when I wised up some, and tried to listen,

At this end, I waited, and while I waited, I understood.

It wasn’t  the explanation,

It was the going  on & on deal,

Passing time,

It was  setting the table,  not the meal.

August 13, 2012

Wilde Love

Filed under: fragments, prose — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 9:10 am
“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
-Oscar Wilde

August 4, 2012

SOME BRUSHES WITH FAME

 

 

 

Spaulding Gray,   RIP

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=coxoEhQmjzY

Met, when he approached me, introduced himself and invited me to join him onstage for a performance, seriously

.

Barry Sobel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sx1aRIj9LdQ

met in an odd situation, introduced him to my brother

.

Richard Thompson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9qHEoCfzjw&feature=digest

met  twice for a backstage meet & greet

a hero

.

.

now, it’s yr turn. Do Tell

March 2, 2012

CAVE WALL PAPER

If it happens  I uncap my pen &

My stainless steel stanley cup &

Pour out diluted, polluted  black.

If it happens

If happenstance stanzas

Jack a  no holding back  &

Jettison  one simpleton’s

Single spaced  symbols;

Crayoning  cave wall paper,

Marring  meaning  of  (my own)

Dislodged  embedded  myths

 

February 25, 2012

ONE HANGING CHAD FOR DUMMIES

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“The course of every intellectual, if he pursues his journey

long and unflinchingly enough, ends in  the obvious,

from which the non-intellectuals have never stirred.”

-Aldous Huxley, writer

February 3, 2012

UNDER ONE SMALL STAR- Wislawa Szymborska

Filed under: poetry — Tags: , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 8:41 am

Under One Small Star

by Wislawa Szymborska (translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczakby) Nobel Prize for Literature 1996

died a few days ago/ R.I.P.

UNDER  ONE SMALL STAR

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My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.

My apologies to necessity if I’m mistaken, after all.

Please, don’t be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.

May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade.

My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.

My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first.

Forgive me, distant wars, for bringing flowers home.

Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger.

I apologize for my record of minuets to those who cry from the depths.

I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep today at five a.m.

Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time.

Pardon me, deserts, that I don’t rush to you bearing a spoonful of water.

And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the same cage,

your gaze always fixed on the same point in space,

forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed.

My apologies to the felled tree for the table’s four legs.

My apologies to great questions for small answers.

Truth, please don’t pay me much attention.

Dignity, please be magnanimous.

Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional thread from your train.

Soul, don’t take offense that I’ve only got you now and then.

My apologies to everything that I can’t be everywhere at once.

My apologies to everyone that I can’t be each woman and each man.

I know I won’t be justified as long as I live,

since I myself stand in my own way.

Don’t bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words,

then labor heavily so that they may seem light.

July 15, 2011

Coincidence? Synchronicity? “Miracles”, Beauty, even

                       ONE    EXPLANATION
“It’s a popular fact that 90 percent of the brain’s not used and like most  popular facts, it is wrong…
It is used. One of its functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary, to  turn the unusual into the usual.
Otherwise, human beings, faced with the daily wondrousness of everything,  would go around wearing a stupid grin, saying, “Wow” alot. Part of the brain  exists to stop this from happening. It is very efficient, and can make people  experience boredom in the middle of marvels.”
-Terry Pratchett, writer
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