Friday, April 17, 2015

Behind the Scenes

He recited The Wood Duck
over a period of six hours
took in an opera some rounds
in the hospital probably caught it
there the infection his strange language
recordings on wax cylinders
they left the food in the bone room
for the sightseeing tour back home
said it was different food then set out.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Scene Access

After forty years he.
Walked out of the wilderness.

A scientific windfall.
Had been searching for years.

1.  Play program
2.  Wild Man in Oroville.
3.  Uncontaminated Aborigine.

Ishi meets Carouso.
50 cents a scalp.

Ishi on exhibition.
Yahi massacres.

8.  Visiting Ishi's homeland.
Ishi's last hiding place.

Panama Pacific Exhibition.
Hard work and tuberculosis.

The message is one.
Deeply moving of the resilience.

Quiet dignity.
Of the life he knew so well.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Letter From Tatarus

The ancient Greeks
embellished and changed
time monsters heroes and gods
capturing drama (common)
mythological mistakes
memorized borrowed and sung
people honored and feared the gods
looked to them for protection.

Those stories highlight power.
Our lives today revolve around
incredibly human resentments
petty wounded chaos an overview
larger-than-life shedding light
strange rescuing is frequently
combined with special skills.

Themes thread throughout
ancient culture colorful stories
legendary tales highlight
relate to our lives today
petty resentments fragile egos
the palace interconnecting
Romans Greeks crops flowers.


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Way Down

Landing light walking
silent exertion practiced
swift catch delicate touch
sweat that can't be seen
name of a certain step
to the side following
glittering with music

Monday, April 13, 2015

The Man Who Loved Her


The title more than the action
romantic we wanted to be her
out there in desert lands
cottonwoods the river
secret other names
we remember her
daring
how his ruined life
continued

   

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Gone But Not Forgotten

In caves under uprooted trees
on rubble streets dead
our faces turn towards light
not yet put to rest

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Non-fiction Nome

Truth holograph erupting
spring as a mysterious noise.

Terrible grinding nobody bothering
to explain it as happiness.

What matters most afterwards
something about surviving another year.

Thought is love flowers
instead of  blame and murder meeting.

Nanook everywhere except the tall tourist buses
darkened windows squishing along muddy roads.

Privacy thawing draining bleak.