Category Thoughts About Art & Culture

Simple Complexity ~ Complex Simplicity

Simple Complexity ~ Complex Simplicity ~~~~~ Why then must poetry’s meaning be couched, Like the imagined sea-sound heard in a shell? May fleeting beauty, convoluted truth be vouched, Said simply and offered crystal-clear from a well? Will it help if I use night to presage age or death, Flying birds or sunsets standing in for […]

Now and Then

Now and Then ~~~~~ Now I come to my last page Where I can scribble, dribble Out my thoughts and such. Probably lost in the future. Surely lost in the final days when Sol goes nova. Boom. It doesn’t matter what I say, Except how others’ll see me. I suppose it also shows how I […]

Telling Tales

Telling Tales ~~~~~ The wizened sage entered, sat upon the ground, those whose history he recalled gathered around. An elder solemnly lighted the sacred torch afire. The sage told their tale; that all might still expire. An old women took his place, sang a simple song told life’s love, loss, joy, sorrow, hope to prolong. […]

Desist and Cease

Desist and Cease ~~~~~ Have you seen that picture of the barr where his lips are all askew? Is this pose meant to confuse you? One side is pushed up quite far. the other drooping down deep, It’s a smile and frown; what the bleep? He has his big, pudgy thumb pressed into his chubby […]

Which is What?

Which is What? ~~~~~ How do we claim land which belongs to none, including the people we stole it from; they knew that. While we are fools cheering our so-called progress. Which is what? It’s reproducing past ability of land, sea, sky, and beyond. We wrote the history that said we are good. We told […]

No Longer Ours

No Longer Ours ~~~~~ The end of an era, so-called. Not the end of all, perhaps. Unknown for now, until Some future now, connected; Contiguous, not, in theory, continuous. Then, is that us, gone? Merely an era in time, between, No relationship but time, flowing, A rolling stream, raging River, fed by tributaries or, one […]

Taking Flight

Taking Flight ~~~~~ It’s so late at night, it has become very early morning Yet, here I lie, brain roiled in riot, with unclean hands. Creating, too long awake, intent; I should be snoring. Time it is, passing; I seized uncharted, unnamed lands. Until a nascent answer lives, I shall not cringe nor beg. Review, […]