Just gonna leave this here…
Is full of activity.
Cuts slowly healing,
Stresses introduced and receding…
Friends appearing and disappearing and
Wonderful things coming and…
A walk through the cemetery makes it all too clear
Lord knows what horrors occurred in every abandoned
Castle during its final days.
And some people die peaceful deaths
Surrounded by lovers.
While I turn memories into copies of copies,
So too does this world.
Visceral historical accounts become
Distant things impatiently memorized.
In the end,
All of reality comes crashing back in.
In the end,
We can’t keep the weather out of our house;
We can’t wear coats and pants and shoes outside;
Death rushes into us and destroys everything.
A human life is very precious.
There are so many possibilities.
There are wise people inviting us into their homes
And there’s endless opportunity for artists…
Best not take it too seriously, or lightly…
So much can be transmitted among people…
And how beautiful our own song is!
It’s clearest in early memories
When the world was still
When we could see the whole thing and premonition
What was about to come.
We heard the song as we were lead inside.
Maybe the wise can lead us back to that way
Bear with me!
If it were so that,
When you gaze out into the night sky,
You were seeing everything without delay…
You were seeing the Universe in real-time,
And you weren’t seeing the old light of dead stars and such.
One can’t help but wonder
If this isn’t simply impossible
Besides the point.
They say that
Due to the speed of light
Distant objects observed with the Hubble Space Telescope
The light that reaches our eyes is old light,
And so as we look out into the universe,
We are also looking into the past.
We’re seeing stars from billions of years ago,
The light of which is only just-now reaching planet earth.
We can imagine, of course, a “true” version of distant objects,
Where the light reaching our eyes is up-to-date.
When I think about this, I imagine a traveler
Growing extremely weary and beginning to hallucinate –
And although the hallucinations are not true,
He does make it through the desert.
In a sense you can imagine that huge, intergalactic civilizations
Their communication would have to transcend this warping in some way.
Maybe there’s a way to ride it,
Or to send out objects along the crest.
Just as the sun bends space-time to create gravity,
So our position itself bends space-time to create our relative experience.
And you can’t help but wonder if there’s a way to hurry through
And hurry into a distant world.
Maybe we can build our spaceships to respect the dissonance,
And so they’ll easily skim the hyper-overlaps of incongruent
The heart contains all pains,
And was kind enough to contain your whole life.
The music you sought to create
Was so special.
There’s room for casual
And all manner of creative expression…
But somehow you were more than that…
It’ll always be strange…
How all things are an eternity,
But some eternity is juicier than the rest…
Just sharing the hard work of some dry boi’s.
Do you remember that summer
On the coast
When we walked on grey pebbles
And you didn’t ever wear shoes
Preferring to develop calluses and wounds
And leak blood into the Pacific
Do you remember that summer we spent
Washing whale bones
And you tried to teach me
I know your secret now
All those stolen tongues
We stood in place We ran into each wave
Watching the sunrise and I held you under
Watching the sunset The current for too long
And when it vanished we cause I never learned to say no
Dug up the shoreline and you called it refreshing,
To see what it left behind offered to do the same for me
Do you remember how the car
Choked and coughed
When we forced it up that hill
The one with overgrown firs
And all the turnouts
To catch a glimpse of bathing deities
Do you remember that look on your father’s face
When I brought you home late
Smelling of beer and raspberry stains
In your hair, our only excuse
Was that we were both Leos
Do you remember that summer
We stood in place
Smelling of beer and raspberry stained
And you didn’t wear shoes
And made me say things like
Ana Bahebak Ya Amar
Cause I never learned to say no.
What’s all the hoopla?
Appaloosas and strawberry roans
roam in beauty while
water vixens transform
but live only in the Puget Sound. Continue reading
Tea for you and coffee for me
before we slouched up the street and
discovered boots and parasol
by the Greek Orthodox Church
on Sixth Street. Continue reading
For the second group poem, we had the same rules as the first time but we passed the piece of paper around twice instead of just once. At the end, we recorded Nate reading it. I’d recommend listening to it as you read it. 🙂 Continue reading