Tuesday, September 02, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Not Afraid To Kill

I saw a raging monster enjoy every second of it.
I saw the fire come out of the barrel.
Then a demolished youth underneath atomic street lamps. 
I could see so vividly a blood curdling tragedy 
unfolding in an ocean of pain.

Let's not joke.
No one prayed gospel for him.
He was all alone along the dirty boulevard.
There was barely room for me.

Adapted from the words of Dorian Johnson, 22, witness to the shooting of Michael Brown, Ferguson, Missouri

Image: Composite Roger Ballen & kn.


Monday, September 01, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

"The range of the human mind, the scale and depth of the metaphors the mind is capable of manufacturing as it grapples with the universe, stand in stunning contrast to the belief that there is only one reality, which is man's, or worse, that only one culture among the many on earth possesses the truth.
To allow mystery, which is to say to yourself, "There could be more, there could be things we don't understand," is not to damn knowledge. It is to take a wider view. It is to permit yourself an extraordinary freedom: someone else does not have to be wrong in order that you may be right."
 
- Barry López

Self-Portrait

this scarecrow is you
in your old clothes
it looks like you—
a no–thanks–floating there--
the fence: scarecrow’s
stage and unable to burn,
skin stretched under
limp sleeves and angels
don't breathe, forget
what they came for—
no longer able to
read
without a magnifying glass,
dissipating in his dream
the scarecrow rocks
alone
with no real office,
beggar guardian
in the field of 
his powerless life

Image: vh


Sunday, August 31, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Kingdom of Heaven is really a metaphor for state of consciousness. 

Cynthia , The Wisdom Jesus: Transforming Heart and Mind

Paperwork Tanka

at my desk
a bureaucrats’s dream of piled high paper-pushing work--
a poem instead
syllable by syllable for art
 
Image: kn.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Poetry being a practice of the orientation that might develop when a disorientation has been authentic.    

Joe Wenderoth

All the Shades

Write with abandon
always from the bleeding
and without control
because no other
honors yourself
pain
pain is painful                                                    
more than
the poetry
the crunch
which causes
within
and out
an unjesus glory
Write from abandon
always from the bleeding
or after
Always

Image: kn.

Friday, August 29, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

When I read poetry, I want to experience a fierce loosening of thoughts. I read poetry because I want to move away from the material world and to find epiphany. I read poetry for language pleasure. I read poetry because I am angry at generic and literal forms of interpretation. I read poetry to be united with others. I read poetry so that I am true to my own need for solitude. I read poetry because it’s so human in its frailty and yet so strong in its humanity.

—Deema Shehabi, from an interview with Fringe Magazine
from womb dreams. 

stillness is in the blood 
and smooth and foolish 
jazz, mercy and the voice of dawn
voice of galaxies. But listen to this, Poetry Dilettantes, suicide bards and drunken monkeys, word grenade throwers, and their murderers: dreams only know the eyes of creation than becoming prostituted. sky of everyday life is the lesson. Behold the way for all to dream and burn to the end with the bare sun drifting above you.

 

Thursday, August 28, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

Wherever you are, you are one with the clouds and one with the sun and the stars you see. You are one with everything. That is more true than I can say, and more true than you can hear.

 Shunryu Suzuki 

I see

The faces of God are somebody's art.
One hundred fragments of adventure---distant harmonies.
He is uproar of stars and relentless lost experiments.

We are silence that is not silence, then dysphonias and cacophonies.
Mangy dogs and pole dancers, incredible wandering corpses and rockabilly  angels.

He is more back street heart: crazy wonder, exile . Which is exploding mind, and which is immortal blues: He is a thousand things which float on darkness.

Image: Composite, Roger Ballen & kn.


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

I am dim and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often not. Life is a dream, surely.

Virginia Woolf, from The Waves 

In the Blood of the Lamb

Twilight Jesus, your questions themselves are the word, not your flesh. I have a beggar’s faith. I am an El Penito bit by a snake trapped within a voice and words. Twilight, I have only hurt myself. I found my cross within, a cloistered space, along a narrow bank where I am just a voice in the dark asking for alms.

Composite Image: kn.