Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Incredible Shrinking Man: Micrographs and Poetry


Thursday, December 26, 2013

The Great Not Me


 



They go to the beach
beyond the big trees.
A salt marsh where the ocean
tumbles around them.
They walk through
their unfamiliarity and differences,
taking a hundred photographs.
Strange to walk
through sand in the cold,
passing remnants of broken brick walls,
shrines made of plastic, steel rods and flags.
The sea birds wired together swirl overhead
and damp down like
a foamy cotton bedspread on the shallow water.
They look for deer but don't find any.

So much history here
but the story isn't pieced together
and narrated for them.
They can just see the outer edge fragments
that penetrate into their own time.
The animals go about their business,
surviving the winter as the companions
walk through the sand with their imperfect shoes.

Their origins are not known to them.
 They don't own their own histories,
 have no claim to them.


Saturday, December 21, 2013

Onan's Other Side


What is the
seed I dare not spill?
Is it useless grief?
I have only so much
and dare not waste
a single tear.

Friday, December 20, 2013

"A Frozen Dance: Paintings and Drawings" now available


 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Morning with Cat and Tree



He awakes
two full hours
later than usual.
Well his dreams
disturbed his sleep
several times just before dawn
and he awoke to a safe place
where everything gradually made sense.

And the cat came in
fell asleep on his legs.

Samuel is grateful to the cat
for crediting him with humanity,
believing that cats have
a way of honoring those
fundamentally good, at least not harmful.

The sun is gleaming in the Winter sky.
The trees seem supernaturally tall,
dark lines of the branches,
nude branches like slow gelatine 
ooze upward and outward
through unsystematic pathways in space.

He wonders how the trees
choose the holes in space through which
the branches expand.
They are amoeba like,
protoplasm squirts up
through invisible narrow channels in the air.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Ram



I am running out of memory
he says, poor guy.
I can't keep track
of which cat is outside
in the Winter when
they should be in,
remember to take
my daily pills.
My automations sometimes
fail me. And my life
buzzes on through
flashes of happy reminiscence
and daydreams.

Saturday, December 07, 2013

True Zen

"True Zen" video
http://youtu.be/rnIdl-ky-B4




Much to his surprise
he finds the questions calming,
They root him into
deep rock foundation
while answers tip in shallows.
He knows there will always be
questions, even while answers
topple.
.
Last night
he imagined a universe
furnished with questions,
where things were inverted,
matter as small sucking
vacuums and space puffs
larger, weaker.
Was this where
he might have come from?
Unknown land,
unconscious world, did dreams
flash in and out there?

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Riddles of Birth


 

Why had he come
to New York Jewish
from where he
originated in the void?
Why not some other place?
The present, what is that?
Why not some other time?
So much about him
is lost because he never knew,
never learned. Consciousness
is such a strange bestowal.

Monday, December 02, 2013

The Carol


Samuel rises
from his bed
after this eventful night.
Flakes of history had
done a dance tonight.
He met undead ghosts,
nearly dead ghosts.
They took him on tours,
filled his heart.
He shakes his head
to try cleansing himself
of the flakes from the night.
He tries to get into living
where it is safe.  He will have
how many more such day times?