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Showing posts with label dversepoets pub. Show all posts
Saturday, February 28, 2015
One Part Invention
The earth leans,
the waves rise up,
the raindrops fall,
the snow piles.
We feel nature's complexity
and reassurance in
steady Bach measures;
the perfect interweaving
of chordal harmonies
fortify our spirit.
Patterns ever changing,
while repeating,
calm and comfort us
with the same warmth
and reassurance
as the kitchen table,
a baking apple strudel.
Our spirits lift.
We forge ahead.
(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 2.28.15
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Destiny
April's perfection
breathing essence of strawberries
the maple showers me
the maple showers me
a stream of samaras
pirouetting on the breeze
they dance along the garden walk
then I encounter a crowd
women knitting, embroidering ̶ with children playing
and men discoursing the day’s events
I struggle to pass by
the group surrounds me ̶ squeezing closer
no gaps to move through
the group surrounds me ̶ squeezing closer
no gaps to move through
the chartreuse grass glistens ̶ dew dressed
Looking up, I see only trunks
of trees
tight forming a stockade
tight forming a stockade
I look skyward to see a leafy canopy
stretching high above
I seem to shrink
streams of light filter through leaves
lifting me as though I were
a mote of dust
suspended in a dizzying rise
my heart pounds Feeling the rush
I ride a single beam
an eternity passes
I am floating toward
infinite blueness
suddenly I see a vast shawl
of iridescent lace
spread among the branches
exquisite
in design
jewels caught at the cross threads
at once I stick
jewels caught at the cross threads
at once I stick
my redness spreads
I am my beating heart
a throbbing ruby
encased
glittering by sun
glowing by moon
endless seasons pass
I freeze pink
I melt cerise
one autumn
as the foliage echoes
my crimson song
a cardinal
plucks me from the web
and we fly free
Originally composed for the article on Beat poetry; however having second doubts about it filling the bill although it is rather surreal.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * October 9, 2013
All Rights Reserved
Friday, October 5, 2012
THE JAZZ AGE
Dancing like two becomes three (dimensions)
Painting that SIN(g)s color
Writing:
*—If anyone thinks
that I amn't divine
He'll get no free drinks
when I'm making the wine
but have to drink water
and wish it were plain
that I make when the wine
becomes water again.
He tugged swiftly at Stephen's ashplant in farewell and, running
forward to a brow of the cliff, fluttered his hands at his sides like
fins or wings of one about to rise in the air, and chanted:
— Goodbye, now, goodbye!
Write down all I said
And tell Tom, Dick and Harry
I rose from the dead.
What's bred in the bone
cannot fail me to fly
And Olivet's breezy...
Goodbye, now, goodbye! *
..............................................................
Crazy, crazy great
crazily met and yet wait
everything hovers like heat
shimmers on the hot summer
day (wish I could)
threshold of everything....
new, novel, novelty
Critical genius
old bumping new
on against again
wen|new
Catalogs of good (deemed mediocre)
bumped
up against those that never (review well)
{even now}
ideas from dialogues in cafes
in ateliers, in upstairs rooms
manifest that which
IS
but might never have been
but might never have been
IF
BUT -- bangety bang !
Will anything ever BE that NEW again.
How long had ideas brewed?
Since the dawn of time...
Let's see...........at night
Let's talk......long distance
how, let's use that light thing
What'll work?
For what...a fair, a carnival, a whore house,
or
A CITY .... OF LIGHTS
A CITY .... OF LIGHTS
Exposition.........we need lights...gas, then electric
Ben Franklin could let go of the kite...
Ol' Ben be shocked, ol' Ben be shocked
He'd be knocked, knocked,
knocked offa his feet
knockin' me out! (Wow!)
knocked offa his feet
knockin' me out! (Wow!)
Edison was figuring things on a farm
in Nova Scotia...................................
"can you hear me now"
(Leads to something new)
Oh there were a million things already in place
farm machinery, assembly lines, automobiles,
singer sewing
sewing sewingandthey were... sewing,
in Paris sewing, Coco sewing sewing fashions,
crazy fashions, skin-tight fashions, sexy fashions,
hair's a bobbing, skirts a risin', knees a knockin
"can you hear me now!"
(knockin' on heaven's door)
(knockin' on heaven's door)
Crazy!
Coco Chanel caught that crazy
Chaplin, Chaplin singing silent
trampin' crazy, trampin' crazy
That crazy crazy was PICTURES
moving moving PICTURES
TRAINS a choochooing into your seats...all a-screaming
Screaming and reading and reading not
just what happened, and who said what
and got into someone else's |
well, business but into his ohmygoodness
CRAZY thoughts (now that's a NOVEL)
and it was all novel...what! an AMERICAN girl
in a Paris book shop getting Joyce INto print
Black people moving from the States to Paris
IT was all happening!
Clothes, ragtime - meeting dance,
**Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM........the African rhythms
the Carribean currents
THEN I had religion,
THEN I had a vision.I could not turn
from their revel in derision **
freeing Josephine Baker and Isadora
(Scott Joplin dead but not forgotten)
...Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song **
Graceful melodies in tinkling syncopation
played background to the highest glamour
the world will ever know,
to the extreme inventions,
to the wildest thoughts
to artists with new actions
...in fact it felt like everything was NEW, crazy, COOL, and FOU!
all the rage ...in every sentence crazy fun fun fun.....
crazy fast fast fast
crazy smart smart smart
yet (don't forget it couldn't all be good)
Revolution..
turning...
[revolution in the air in Russia]...
REVOLUTION...(back in the USSR)
Kill the Czar and steal those dazzling Fabergé eggs!
That's so inventive, so crazy, such a way to find
a crazy
revolving
worldwide rocknrollin' high!
* (James Joyce. Ulysses
** (Vachel Lindsay, The Congo)
Exact quotes from both - The Congo rhythms and allusions used as
example of jazz roots.
example of jazz roots.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved
Thursday, April 19, 2012
BEYOND
 |
| Dark Matter Universe - NASA |
Spiders weave a web their prey can't see
binding them in wound transparencies.
Eyes of creatures are designed for what's
vital to specific needs and wants,
ruled by laws that seem invisible,
tooling lives by laws empirical.
Laws may change; although they're measurable,
follow models mathematical.
Threads unseen may fill the infinite
heading life in paths indefinite;
Though the riddle's solved, there's sensible
notions where a void or time is visible.
Paradise may lie concealed some place --
where dark beauty hides or deep in space.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.19.2012 * All Rights Reserved
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