ONE DAY YOU WILL NOT KNOW
WHAT YOU KNOW NOW
Today my horoscope said: Look around for a
metaphorical shortcut for gliding off of Everest
to a Sherpa village below Take a more direct
route I laughed out loud then stopped laughing
3 days ago the Winter of 2014 ended yet it remains
arctic-like Birds are confused Circadian rhythms
are arrhythmic There is too much light at the end of
the tunnel & a petition is going around to bring darkness back
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SPRING 2014
BATMAN FOREVER NOT
I for one do not believe George Elliot
said: It’s never too late to be what you
might have been There is no evidence
to support this and she was too smart
for trite
What she certainly meant:
You grow into what you become
And if you do not gentle reader then you
live a fantasy For who you might have been
never existed except for in dreams liontamer rodeogirl batman
In faded pictures we grin dark dust brushed
away reveals: dukes-up batman-boy & longish-lean
bookish girl Soon the images will disappear in photo’s
returned by cousin dead 4 yrs.
Don’t believe that we are going to a place where courage
won’t help A dark sky a moon too big & white If you
ask me the light’s winning!
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SPRING 2014
THE CURATION MYTH
In his Ted Talk Chris Hadfield a.k.a. Canada’s
Commander Tom told us to walk through spider
webs if spiders are what we fear There is only one
spider in Canada with venom Who believes that?
What if Chris is wrong? He’s an astronaut not an
arachnologist But you will have to decide this for
yourselves Go ahead I dare you to Even Dante
knew it was important to: Be afraid of what can hurt you
In our culture we suffer from mass PTSD Is it cathartic
to regurgitate violence & degradation ad nauseum? Does
this not cause habituation? A vicious circle?
Let’s go back to the Greeks:
Kathairein – to cleanse
Katharos – pure
Somehow our needle is stuck & we look through a
darkened glass at a black screen Why show us Carcosa
repeatedly? Our latest tv hit: a raped brother & sister grow
into monsters ritualistically torturing women & children
So I ask you: Who took the cleanse the purify out of
catharsis and substituted voyeur?
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Song of my soul
My voice is dead
A place of black stars
where tears are unshed (The King In Yellow Robert W. Chambers)
SPRING 2014
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