separate, but not really... (there is no poem here)
Friday, July 13, 2007 (16:38:56)
there is no separation
my energy will always find you
hunt you down and haunt you
no matter where you are,
you cannot hide.
my mind's eye takes me
where i physically cannot go.
To You.
i am the Light
i travel vast distances
in the blink of an eye
creep in under your door
filter through the smallest cracks
and hang in the room
right in front of your face
twirl around you
surround you
i touch you and you shudder
and you can feel me there
and you wonder what it is,
that strange sensation, as if you
were being watched.
You Are.
you try to tell yourself
it's only your imagination
but I am here to tell you it's not.
i am the Light
and you should know it's true
you saw it then, you see it now,
you just don't allow yourself
to feel it.
to believe it.
but, like so many others
you will believe.
i am the Light
you will follow
in the end.
This week there are five new columns on poetry and other poetic topics up at GotPoetry by authors such as Tony Brown, Scott Woods, Deb Powers, Beverly Wilkerson, and Dave Macpherson. Check them out below.
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Poetry Is Doomed Poetry is Doomed #7: Is it okay if my eulogy poem is bad?: Sometimes poets have to be less poet and more shaman.... Read More...
Girls Want Porn Too Change It Up: Are you a planner or a doer? Most of us have a particular style with which we approach writing poetry. Following that approach habitually can make it very easy to write poetry in a consistent style. Read More...
The Bell Curve Make Art Not War: One thing that I think anyone who participates in a regular poetry reading would have to admit is that eventually, there is going to be some drama. Art is quite simply driven by the snowflake and fingerprint individuality of human emotions. Read More...
Intl Review of Bad Children's Books The Laughing Book: Inhale this Book: I must admit, I’ve been blue lately. Unhappy. Unsure. Unmotivated. Just plain un. I haven’t smiled in weeks. I need help. So my plan is what we do here at the Intl Review of Bad Children’s Books... Read More...
July 4th was fun, we went down to a lake to swim and then had a cookout lunch with some friends, left the cookout and went home to have dinner with other friends.
Going back to work was hard after a mid-week holiday, but on Friday I took a half day off to replace my garage door opener. The new one had the same footprint as the old dead opener so it only took me a few hours to wire and install. It works like butter now. Before the old one died it would go all the way down, pause and then head back up a few minutes later. It was over anxious to welcome us home.
Saturday we went to two cookouts. One at a friends in my home town, the other at my cousin's house.
Sunday we had a cookout and since my old grill mostly died and since new grills were on sale 20% off I bought a new one. 4 burner with a side burner frying, etc. Easy quick assembly took 3 1/2 hours. Its silver and big and I love it.
The cookout was for both sets of parents. After I gave up putting the new grill together I hooked up the old one and cooked. While we were waiting we dressed TJ in the shirt you see in the picture and had Anne's mother read it. They couldn't believe it. Its true, Tommy is going to be a big brother. We're going to have another baby in February!
So, I got into a nasty bicycle wreck yesterday that has left me with a broken thumb, stitches, and an eyepatch! Now I don't mean to come off like a dandy, but I've had this problem of being too much of a looker. I mean, I'm a handsome young lad, but now my face is so swollen and contused and ugly that it's hard to look at, and ITS GREAT! I am hidden. I am ignored. I am the phantom. I am unlovable, at least for a little while, and I think it's going to be really good for my writing. I will take this as an assignment, to see the world from a different point of view, and with one eye. I can't type or write to well though...
Why is Poker on ESPN? What is athletic about playing cards? Nothing I say. Out of shape or buff. Six foot ten or four foot eight. All you need to play poker is a strategic mind, a pair of dumb looking sun glasses and a weird name like Ram Vaswani or Parris "Dutch" Holmes.
A sport requires sweat. It requires timing, muscle memory and exerting yourself as well as strategy.
Chess is not a sport. It is a game. Poker is the same. Its all mind. Scrabble? A game. Poetry Slam is not a sport either. That activity is all upstairs no matter how much effort you put into swinging your arms on stage.
Nascar is a sport in my opinion. I don't care for it, but the drivers need to have stamina, team work with their crews and the mental ability to not accidentally turn right after going left in a circle for 180 miles. I really wish it weren't but I'd rather watch it than poker.
Honestly, I'd rather watch Badminton or Professional Lawn Jarts than a bunch of guys in sunglasses sitting around a table.
It's the Traveling Wilburys.... they have just rereleased their two albums (with added extra's!!) ... absolute legends!!!
Apologies that my blog here seems to be a bit of a shopping list, but when I get poety things I wanna share them with poets and other like minds... and The Wilburys are oh so poetical.....
I have just seen and rapidly become obsessed by this movie; Pandaemonium... apparently it was produced in 2000 which is older than I thought but it was filed under recent releases down here in Kiwiland, so it's new to me...
The movie is about love, revolution, betrayal, poetry, drugs, life.... it features Coleridge and Wordsworth, their pain and passion and poetry and lots more....
I believe every poet should see it, every lover should see it..... everyone who has gazed at the heavens and wondered should see it.... everyone who has opened their mind to the infinite should see it....
I *LOVED* this movie it is one of the best I have ever seen, I wanted it to last and last and last my only complaint is that the 120 minutes went by way too soon....
It may surprise some to learn that the more scandalous examples of rap were also around during the Harlem Renaissance when the vinyl phase of the recording industry was just developing. Back in those cultural revolutionary days comedic acts like Butterbeans and Suzie employed rap with heavy sexual innuendo as part of their regular routine. A number of uncensored unrated all-the-way-off-the-chain blues singers did the same.
While there are major similarities between the Harlem Renaissance and modern Hiphop there are also major differences. The Harlem Renaissance has sometimes been described as elitist due to the educator and human rights leader W.E.B. Du Bois’ call for a “Talented Tenth” among African Americans to help the race advance socially, economically, and politically. By contrast, popular Hiphop is more grass roots oriented and tends to be fueled largely by folk and street culture even after proponents of it manage to become millionaires. The very raw nature of that street culture does not always come across as entertaining to those unfamiliar with it.
Another major difference is public awareness of the two movements. The great author-poet Langston Hughes noted famously that if there was a renaissance going on in Harlem during the 1920s and 1930s, most folks were too busy trying to earn a living to know anything about it. On the other hand, those who ascribe to Hiphop in any context tend to be very much aware of it. Whether as a form of entertainment, object of media scrutiny, fashion, visual art, personal style, linguistic cool, academic subject matter, or object of controversy, Hiphop is both highly visible and influential. Moreover--in this case very much like the Harlem Renaissance--its impact has not been restricted to the United States but influences lifestyles around the globe.
The private and public awareness of Hiphop also ties into a third major difference between it and the Harlem Renaissance. One defining aspect of the Harlem Renaissance was a geographical migration that took African Americans out the South to the North, Midwest, and West. Rather than a physical migration, Hiphop seems to consist more of an inner journey that initially, in the late 1970s and afterwards, served to help define a generation, but evolved to comprise a crosscultural identity.
In his superb book, On the Shoulders of Giants: My Journey Through the Harlem Renaissance, celebrated athlete and author Kareem Abdul Jabbar proffered that the Harlem Renaissance never really faded from history as so many have maintained. In his eyes, the humane principles articulated and championed during the Renaissance simply took on different forms and names like Negritude and the Civil Rights Movement. Whether we consider Hiphop as an evolved manifestation of the Harlem Renaissance or something completely new under the sun, it clearly has moved beyond the stage of just entertaining lives to that of informing and empowering lives.
So if all that we leave here with are our lessons and the love that we gave or received, what happens when we die? We review the "tapes" (NDErs call it a life review) in the presence of the Eternal Light and we judge ourselves based on what we knew our mission to be while we were here. Oh yeh, and here's the kicker...if we did something good for somebody else, we'll see ourselves doing it and then experience that good first hand just as the recepient of our good experienced it...the converse is also true, as painful as that sounds so it is best to follow the golden rule..."Do unto others as you would have done unto you" because when our spirits transition outta here, we're going to get first hand experience on what an "angel" or a pain in the tookus we were to others. It's our screwups, not the Eternal Light's so cut God some slack, there's enough on the plate of the Master of the Universes.
How's this for a mix: The Eyesore's Shopping Cart followed by David Alexander's Crawl followed by Scissor Sister's Comfortably Numb?
I don't have an iPhone. But I do have 4 gig of music and videos on my phone.
The iPhone won't sync with my work email, no Skype over IP, no replaceable battery, won't act as a cellular modem for my laptop and has no tactile keyboard.
My MDA pocket pc phone does all of the above, its smallish and half the price.
I'll be waiting until the 3rd gen iPhone is out and costs $250.
Our purpose in the physical world as mind,body,spirit entities is to accomplish two things; to learn and to love...for as we all know there are no U-Hauls on the backs of hearses so what we leave here with are the lessons learned and the love we experienced in whatever capacity.
We also arrive here with two pieces of equipment in our "backpack", that is, an intellect and a free will. Unfortunately we don't operate either according to Manufacturers specifications.
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