"he evaporated under the twisted tentacles of the sun"
-- i tweaked a line from Kyley's poem
"Gawking at the old man whose feet are khaki with sand cinder.
Hands longing to be coin quenched.
His destitute fingers poke the strings of his Lute made from petrified
wood, torrid cattle skin and gristly goat gair."
-- a line i really liked form a poem i'm working on
""between the trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
of her face, and now she teps into the air, now she is gone
wholly, into the air."
-Beginning by James Wright (p249 in vintage)
"our neighborhood sun-cured..." (Days of 1964 by james Merill)
i thought this little snippet from this poem was interesting. I'm working with some sun imagery in my poem and it seemed to fit pretty well. two thoughts came to mind: 1) the neighborhood is being cleansed by the sun, and 2) it's being aged, kind of like sun dried tomatos.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
free entery week 8
Fifty-seven and stuck at fourteen.
Born a poor street child in Memphis, Egypt.
Now Ruler of the Field of the Fare
Pharaoh of Lakeview.
Yellow skin and bald head covered in green head dress.
Washington decorated. Royal carpets lay before him made of checks forged
with the names of those
buried in pieces behind the Third Dynasty.
Checks held together by safety pins.
Holes poked in the bare toes of the children born
from wandering wombs and a broken heart.
Snagged in their tracks leaving the carpet Hollywood
red for the children to scrub away with bare hands.
Imhotep.
The man called papa, whose DNA is colored different from the miniature
people who scrub his feet.
Keep the growing yellow bald spot on your head coved
with head dressings of Benjamin
That hide the past. Soon revealed and escape.
Born a poor street child in Memphis, Egypt.
Now Ruler of the Field of the Fare
Pharaoh of Lakeview.
Yellow skin and bald head covered in green head dress.
Washington decorated. Royal carpets lay before him made of checks forged
with the names of those
buried in pieces behind the Third Dynasty.
Checks held together by safety pins.
Holes poked in the bare toes of the children born
from wandering wombs and a broken heart.
Snagged in their tracks leaving the carpet Hollywood
red for the children to scrub away with bare hands.
Imhotep.
The man called papa, whose DNA is colored different from the miniature
people who scrub his feet.
Keep the growing yellow bald spot on your head coved
with head dressings of Benjamin
That hide the past. Soon revealed and escape.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Calisthenics -- Week 7
I really liked Erika Meitner's idea of researching a topic you know nothing about to compile new vocabulary and information about the topic. SO i wanted to do that again. I went to Alex Grey's Lecture at the University of West Georgia last night and he spoke about a painting he did that i thought was really interesting. It was about the metemorphesis of a caterpillar to butterfly. The backbone of a lot of his work also has a lot to do with 'sacred geometry'. The way he explained it was interesting, but i didnt know anything about that process before his lecture. SO, i did some research.
Molting: Shedding skin
instar: the intervals inbetween molting. (there are 5 instars)
Imaginal discs -- the layers of skin that the caterpiller has. After each molt, the new skin is thicker and tougher.
Pupa / Chrysalis -- cacoon stage
Crochets -- groups of hooks on the caterpillar's prolegs
Exuvia -- name of the molted cuticle.
Diurnal—active during the day (enlightenment symbolism)
Puddling—Butterflies gather, or puddle, at damp spots.
Molting: Shedding skin
instar: the intervals inbetween molting. (there are 5 instars)
Imaginal discs -- the layers of skin that the caterpiller has. After each molt, the new skin is thicker and tougher.
Pupa / Chrysalis -- cacoon stage
Crochets -- groups of hooks on the caterpillar's prolegs
Exuvia -- name of the molted cuticle.
Diurnal—active during the day (enlightenment symbolism)
Puddling—Butterflies gather, or puddle, at damp spots.
Free Entry -- Week 7
Circle the Square. Now you have the Sun
around the Earth. Residents in our own
fingerprints, we wander through the mazes
forever stamped on digits. Dip them, all ten,
in ink. Stamp another’s cranium;
Hyphenated humans.
The Journey is from one single point to another.
Follow the dots. One. Two. Three
paths now become apparent, moving equidistant from the other two.
Differentiating strange hallways and enigmatic chambers
The first instar is very small. It’s only job is to feed.
Eat the eggshells first.
The second instar’s head capsule has already separated from the body.
It’s second layer grows the larger,
Tougher, layer of skin that protrudes from beneath the old.
Molting.
This is done three times.
Chrysalis contain imaginal discs that shift within the cocoon
trying to find where they fit,
Like a jigsaw puzzle while the chemicals
of the metamorphosis stage initiate
Disintegration.
around the Earth. Residents in our own
fingerprints, we wander through the mazes
forever stamped on digits. Dip them, all ten,
in ink. Stamp another’s cranium;
Hyphenated humans.
The Journey is from one single point to another.
Follow the dots. One. Two. Three
paths now become apparent, moving equidistant from the other two.
Differentiating strange hallways and enigmatic chambers
The first instar is very small. It’s only job is to feed.
Eat the eggshells first.
The second instar’s head capsule has already separated from the body.
It’s second layer grows the larger,
Tougher, layer of skin that protrudes from beneath the old.
Molting.
This is done three times.
Chrysalis contain imaginal discs that shift within the cocoon
trying to find where they fit,
Like a jigsaw puzzle while the chemicals
of the metamorphosis stage initiate
Disintegration.
Junkyard -- week 7
"All beings and things are residents in your awareness"
-Alex Grey
"In a society that tries to standardize thinking, individuality is not highly prized. "
--Alex Grey
"Residents in our own fingerprints. Wandering in mazes"
-me
"imaginal discs are the thickened areas within the sac of the body wall in holometabolous insects which give rise to specific organs in the adult."
"When the caterpillar begins its remarkable process of metamorphosis, wrapped inside its chrysalis, fantastic chemical changes begin that activate the imaginal discs and initiate the disintegration of the caterpillar. The imaginal discs begin to move around, seeking each other, for the butterfly can only happen if the imaginal discs are joined as one. It is perhaps important to repeat, given our mechanical habit of mind, that it is not parts of the butterfly that are linking up, but many wholes."
-- I found this quote on a page i googled about the metamorphosis of the butterfly. I cant remember the site.
-Alex Grey
"In a society that tries to standardize thinking, individuality is not highly prized. "
--Alex Grey
"Residents in our own fingerprints. Wandering in mazes"
-me
"imaginal discs are the thickened areas within the sac of the body wall in holometabolous insects which give rise to specific organs in the adult."
"When the caterpillar begins its remarkable process of metamorphosis, wrapped inside its chrysalis, fantastic chemical changes begin that activate the imaginal discs and initiate the disintegration of the caterpillar. The imaginal discs begin to move around, seeking each other, for the butterfly can only happen if the imaginal discs are joined as one. It is perhaps important to repeat, given our mechanical habit of mind, that it is not parts of the butterfly that are linking up, but many wholes."
-- I found this quote on a page i googled about the metamorphosis of the butterfly. I cant remember the site.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
free entry -- week 6
Red is for the open wounds on the child's bare feet.
Dusty and unkempt toes.
Grounded and rooted in nothing.
there is nothing and they laugh about nothing and are happy just because.
With each step taken as they romp, yellow laughter bursts from their mouths. Yellow is for personal power deep rooted in the soular plexus.
Crowded markets full of women washed with Saris colored with Indian heat.
Red, Orange, and Yellow. Grounded Creators, and Powerful
Granddaddy Roosevelt harvests a field full Heirlooms
Red like Georgia clay, and ripe like Mid-August heat.
He would take bites out of their warm flesh and say
You know they say that if you eat tomatoes, you’ll have happiness in your home.
We ate a lot of tomatoes.
junkyard -- week 6
1) Great-grandfather Roosevelt, half-Indian, half my own father,
with a dog named Blue—a sharpe’ with an old brown collar—
you and I built this back porch and garden, Big boys and Heirlooms
the size of fists, habaneros and jalapenos you’d eat by the handful.
(In the summer your nose would sweat.) Holly baby, you’d say,
when I cried, or when my sister and brother wouldn’t let me
hold their hamster Peanut. Holly baby, you’d say, when I held
him too tight in my fists, let him go. I have had to let you go,
Roosevelt, so much so this could as easily be India, all
women’s rights and cardamom and coriander,
the crowded markets full of saris made of silks—
yellow, hot pink, orange, the colors of the desert, of heat,
of barefoot children and the joy of nothingness.
While in the distance, I half hope to find you
behind a rickshaw selling coconut water. Roosevelt,
here in Georgia, during sunset, I sit outside
and watch the chimney swifts circle the house
making their chirp chirp sound. The sun moves effortlessly
through the crowds of pines and pecan, the community
garden now turned, muscadine vines all but spent.
Fall gardening is soon. Gourds and hops, and the bright
globes of the eggplant. And I wouldn’t call them blue,
because they’re not. But somehow the name comes to me,
as the swifts descend and in the distance a hound barks.
-- Class effort
2) Red is for the open wounds on the child's bare, dusty feet and unkempt toes.
-me
3) Women washed with Saris colord with Indian heat.
Red, Orange, and Yellow.
Grounded Creaters, and Powerful
4)Grounded and rooted in nothing. Because there is nothing and they laugh about nothing and they are happy just because. With each step taken as they romp, yellow laughter bursts from their mouths. Yellow is for personal power deep rooted in the soular plexus.
with a dog named Blue—a sharpe’ with an old brown collar—
you and I built this back porch and garden, Big boys and Heirlooms
the size of fists, habaneros and jalapenos you’d eat by the handful.
(In the summer your nose would sweat.) Holly baby, you’d say,
when I cried, or when my sister and brother wouldn’t let me
hold their hamster Peanut. Holly baby, you’d say, when I held
him too tight in my fists, let him go. I have had to let you go,
Roosevelt, so much so this could as easily be India, all
women’s rights and cardamom and coriander,
the crowded markets full of saris made of silks—
yellow, hot pink, orange, the colors of the desert, of heat,
of barefoot children and the joy of nothingness.
While in the distance, I half hope to find you
behind a rickshaw selling coconut water. Roosevelt,
here in Georgia, during sunset, I sit outside
and watch the chimney swifts circle the house
making their chirp chirp sound. The sun moves effortlessly
through the crowds of pines and pecan, the community
garden now turned, muscadine vines all but spent.
Fall gardening is soon. Gourds and hops, and the bright
globes of the eggplant. And I wouldn’t call them blue,
because they’re not. But somehow the name comes to me,
as the swifts descend and in the distance a hound barks.
-- Class effort
2) Red is for the open wounds on the child's bare, dusty feet and unkempt toes.
-me
3) Women washed with Saris colord with Indian heat.
Red, Orange, and Yellow.
Grounded Creaters, and Powerful
4)Grounded and rooted in nothing. Because there is nothing and they laugh about nothing and they are happy just because. With each step taken as they romp, yellow laughter bursts from their mouths. Yellow is for personal power deep rooted in the soular plexus.
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