Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Abuse the apron
with the mark of blood lust.
(definition of blood lust: strong desire to take part in or witness killing or violence.
My renewed interest in cooking with a passion, has also piqued my sense that cooking, like living hard, is messy and violent.)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
In a fog out of a fire
Circular myopic un-centeredness
Repeating recycling reminiscing rehearsing
Gazing blocked by a gauze veil.
Blurred vision in a smoky haze,
Only seeing my navel and toes.
How beautiful life is
Safely in myself with hindsight.
What if, what about, when again, who will know?
Nowhere, nobody, no-how, nothing.
Tangible life goes on in spite
Answering nothing, answering all.
In my wandering spiral web
Clarity comes when a veil is lifted,
Unannounced, unbidden, unaware until
Instantaneous awareness, and vision’s rippped open.
All is detail, all is color, all is texture, all is thine
None is here, none is permanent, none is mine, all is divine.
Variation and contrast, translucence and iridescence
Outside, over there, otherness, horizonless,
Seeing the soul in a breath of time.
photo: HG Giese
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
(Mom said, “do you like puzzles?”
“Not especially”, the boys said)
A good jigsaw puzzle is just the thing
for a slow summer day…in the leaden heat,
silent only for the quiet buzzing,
cicadas or mosquitos?
Piece this into a pattern:
map steps to a point to pitch a tent
by connecting 13 “youth” in pieces.
( AKA "growing from a child to a man")
Watch the shapes nudge and turn
Colors clash or line up
Edges emerge as matches
Concave with convex
The puzzle grows in unity
pieces form the whole
matrix mapped in moments
of cohesive communication.
10-50-100-200-1000 piece puzzle,
what can you handle?
We don’t count the contents,
they’re complete in the one final image.
This Fathers Day has been a gratifying full circle for me. One gift my father gave to me, before he died at the age of 66, was the annual 10--12 day backpack trip in the high Sierra Nevada mountains. This year I met a personal goal to take my boys and the Boy Scout troop on, a first for many, a backpack trip. Although it was merely one night and only in the nearby river canyons, it was a start. Thank you, Dad.........
Friday, June 18, 2010
Pat me, press me
Rollin’ out like dough
poke me, twist me
warmin’ nice and slow
toast me, baste me
restin’ when you’re done
spreadin' like butter
or eaten golden brown
It don’t matter
if it's yeast or soda,
in your hands is best
and I’ll do all the rest…
Now you’ve got me risin’
(I've always had a fascination with song lyrics, so this is my parody on the blues tune "Rock me baby") nothing new here....
Sunday, June 13, 2010
In the beginning
& 60 beats.
Let there be light
big bang, blink.
dividing the waters
& mother’s face
Let land appear
To find your place in the genesis of the universe, watch this from the Hubble Deep Field Telescope, and keep asking questions about our small blue planet. The 9th photo from the top is from a blank patch of sky, after focusing for almost 2 weeks. Billions of galaxies like ours, in one little patch of photography. (photo: Google images) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcBV-cXVWFw
Friday, June 11, 2010
frothing the rocks,
wind brushes a snare-drum song,
bare cypress branches moan,
rocks rattle in languid fingers,
a cotton, wind-dried
a rope swing winds
and dizzily spins,
as fingers poke,
a joy-juiced hug rocks you,
coarse hair raises
into my craving and satisfaction
photo: Jillian Standish