=po0411f Poems, Oct '04 ----------------------------------------------------------------- The following, old poems, I have submitted to H&W POB 480 New Lebanon NY 12125 USA, and have commended to AG for maybe translation: How to go Hiking: When you lose the trail go back to where you were when you were on the trail. (Campra, 1999) -------------------- How to pick apples: If you know where you will be if the bough breaks and if the bough breaks where will you be then you can pick apples. (Londonderry, New Hampshire, 1965) --------------------- How to play basketball: If someone's closer pass; if you're closest shoot. (Belmont, Massachusetts, ca. 1976) -------------------- How to work: Take down the tool you need. When you're done, put it back up -- too heavy to carry around. (Rodos, Sept. '99?)) --------------------- I have a 10-speed tractor_trailer_truck which I drive only in the highest gear because I am more refined than high-grade diesel. (Moshav Mevo Modi'in, Spring '04) ---------------------------------------------------------------- #p ===============================================================ù POEMS, SEPT. -- 4 NOV. '04 Posted to Mi_M_AMakim: Space out Mi_M_Amakim: Don't beataboutthebush; say it plain. --------- From you who have too little to do and much too much with which to do it ------------------ From the bottomless canyons of endless greed it isn't poetry we need. --------------- Multiple redumdumdundancy: Apologia, or a Piebald Horse: It's a bit of trick to not double-click y'know. ----------------------------------------------------------------- By Igor, After Oliphant "I stayed in your house and was happy to find some of of your spirit's still there." :Especially the Armangac 20 Oct '04 ----------------------------------------------------------- Unto the holy Moshav I walked back into one wet week after a month in the woods after three years on the rocks by the shore of a dying sea (details veiled today). Dinah said: "Sometimes you have to take as well as give." 20 Oct '04 -- 5 Cheshvan -------------------------------------------------------------- #p Agnieska is an eagle who sometimes pretends to be a mouse like me but better She's so good at it that sometimes she fools herself. (Disentis, 20 Oct '04) ------------------------------------------------------ above the ridgeline waning moon through white clouds bright morning star first blue of dawn you walked away some years have passed :Slichot, Campra (Sept '04 -- 15 Elul (15 Rajab) (to Feizy) ---------------------------------------------------------- And Ciel said I fly away to vacation first class and it's very nice but then my problems follow travelling baggage class. ----------------------------------------------------------------- And Ciel said, "I would like to go to Africa but I do not think they would come to meet me at the seashore saying, 'Welcome, American cousin.'" ---------------------------------------------------------------- The Poet Contemplates Retirement: "Why should the aged eagle stretch his wings?" Well, that moutling old bird better do SOMEthing. Notes: T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets? Cf. "The Amgel Gabriel revealed as old Mar Prell" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #p dew still on the grass the mshroom rustlers upon our sacred space bridge hills like a concrete highway with continual calls once, in Italy they had alps to command who now work in interminable cities afraid to be alone Campra, 3 Sep -- 17 Elul ------------------------------------------------------------------ the amber's cracked rather nicely Notes: "work on what has been spoiled" (name of an I-Ching hexagram) "Torah beings when a little bit of ham falls into the matza_brie soup." R. Shlomo Carlebach (apr. quote) ------------------------------------------------------------------ Leaving Summer Camp: "I'VE got a 'ole in me pocket" (Ringo personna, Yellow Submarine, the Afterward) I started to walk down the hill and said, Where did it all go. Fatah Miller said, "Don't worry, dear -- the seeds are planted -- they'll grow." Agnieska said, 'When I go, I'm gone, when I'm home, I'm all there, and when I come back I've never left.' ------------------------------------------------------------------ "You may not knowù that what you do is quite precise. Thank you." ------------------------------------------------------------------ #p And Alev said We once had a dog half Basset hound half Alpendog and when he saw a cow he didn't know whether to point or round it up. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Redone poem, Rodos ca. '96 Looking up from the rack'd lads mags I glance on the public street at passing women who seem to say to me, 'Some of us, sometimes, do other things too.' ----------------------------------------------------------------- When she spoke it was the same Alev, running to catch up with her ideas me, I let mine loose to graze, and when they quiet down, if I keep an eye on 'em, I can walk up to one or two in turn, and maybe round them up. ------------------------------------------------------------------ insinuations elusive as the smoke from a thin-rolled joint. Say it plain or save the silence. Cf. Henry Miller: But music is only a profanation of silence in the interests of silence. (or 'interest'). Quoted from memory. Probably in Sexus Nexus or Plexus, but maybe in one of the Tropics. ------------------------------------------------------------------- A soft-eyed bare-breasted girl from the South Seas sits on the shiny door of a speeding hi-tech truck in Switzerland. ------------------------------------------------------------------ The Internet is so like a pinball game that it lacks only flippers. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Above treeline a Swiss hiker with his woman keeps his dog on a leash. :Lines written shortly before attempting to meditate atop a ballistic missile silo ------------------------------------------------------------------ #p A clean-shaven young man in black_and_white walks into Shoshan's Pizza Parlour and challenges the hexsure. ------------------------------------------------------------------ So-so Poem: I woke at dawn to see her bathing in the sea naked, so (most proper hobo) I looked at her and she looked back as if to say 'ma l'asot' or: 'what can one do' or maybe 'So?', ------------------------------------------------------------------ No harvest here nor need to make sukot from which to watch it through summer heat ("more shade than sun" but see the stars.) No need to wait for rain here. Later they waited out exile in mink hats "free at last" they cleave (Plato's prisoners) to caves "no room to swing a cat" and flinch if someone opens a door. ( Hotel Dan (Glatt Kosher) Lugano ) ---------------------------------------------------------------- Descartes: But how can a great (a)effect come from a lesser cause. The 'Superior Man' too may slip on the cow-poop or be taken down by a short-sighted, small-head snake. The saw does not recall the fallen redwood. ------------------------------------------------------------------ #p "So many are alive and well who by my rights should be in hell." Dorothy Rothschild Parker When I in silent sessions thought of all the idiots who may have blocked my way amd contemplate without them where I might have been today then Patience' handmaid Wisdom says but had you trod that "other road" who knows what repose some sated after-dinner dragon might enjoy. ---------------------------------------------------------------- ================================================================ Campra, 4 Nov '04 -- "the morning after" -- 20 Cheshvan -- 21 Ramadan Small potatoes, but potatoes is potatoes. ================================================================