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Month: August, 2014

A Sequential Meditation, Concerning Two Images, With Variations

meditation 1

We saw the

Haunted expression

On her thin, young face,

Digging out books

Half-buried in the rubble

Of her neighbourhood.

meditation 3

Who did she lose?

meditation 7

We saw

News flashes from Ferguson,

Reviving memories

Of roots & branches in

Martin Luther King’s

Cascading & thunderous

 Vision of Love. 

meditation 9

We discover books as

Symbolic:

Meaningful as Old Ideas & New Ideas,

Meaningful in texture and weight,

Fluttering like birds, singing or calling

Your name, her name.

meditation 10

We listened

To the bulletins from Palestine,

Remembering Martin Luther King’s

Historical analysis/ lack of paralysis,

A prophetic

Vision of Peace.

meditation 25

Pages lay motionless in the sun-drenched wind,

Their script fading to a whisper.

meditation 14

Heat and humidity envelop Little Dixie,

Chains click and rattle like ghosts,

An officer of the law/ empties his weapon/ into an unarmed man,

What has been done cannot be undone.

meditation 15

Plantation windows shutter shut,

She trembles, avoiding shards of glass.

meditation 12

The road is steep, leading to the fields,

Flowing with vanished olive groves.

meditation 16

She wears a paper-thin dress against danger from the sky.

meditation 18

“The arc of the moral universe is long

But it bends towards justice.”

meditation 28

The future rumbles

Like distant thunder,

Reverberating

Within

A Vision of Justice.

Meditation 11 copy

She cups her hands,

Alabaster stars radiate,

In the cauldron,

Of an obsidian void.

meditation 25

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The photograph of the Palestinian girl climbing over the rubble collecting her books was uncredited. The photographer of Martin Luther King is unknown to me. Upon discovery I will post the information. I do not own the rights to the original images. I have created new works for purposes of juxtaposition and commentary under fair use provisions.

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Today

today a

Today you forget again

You stay with forgetting

(again)

Today you forget again

You stay with forgetting

(again)

You taste forgetting

today e

Again

You taste

Forgetting

today b

You taste forgetting

(again)

You stay with forgetting

(again)

today c

You forget forgetting

You taste forgetting

(again)

(again)

today d

You taste forgetting

You forget forgetting

today e

You taste forgetting

(again)

today a

Today

today b

you

today c

forget

today d

(again)

today e

A Broken Ankle (and Oliver Cromwell)

1

At the nine and one-half week mark

Your foot is still swollen

23

Your ankle looks like a loaf of rye bread baked

On a winter night and placed inside a blanket

As winds howl through cracks in the walls.

4

Or something meaty and coarse

Illiterate peasants tear between their teeth

Marching beneath a mercenary banner

15

 Fighting a war for glory and power

Though not their own.

13

The instructions are:

Elevate, ice, and exercise,

Form the alphabet three times a day with your foot.

17

Do not dangle your foot for hours above any battle scenes

Celebrated in embroidered tapestries

Warming cold castle walls.

12

For the last month you have worn an air cast

Made of plastic and plastic fabric

Following six weeks of plaster and then fibreglass

Monstrosities.

1417

 You march beneath the banner of a cane. This is next.

137

 The electricity goes out. You push past a blond woman on a horse

Climbing the stairs. She’s dressed like a fish.

Or so it seems with glimmers of moonlight passing through cracks

In the roof.

1717

You rescue two children.

This is not possible you are on crutches.

2

 Oliver Cromwell’s army is marauding through the streets

Looking for Irish to enslave or decapitate.

16

You tear down a tapestry showing Puritans Arriving in America

And roll up the children.

You put a loaf of fresh bread between them

Dragging the tapestry to the corner of the Great Hall

Behind a counter with pastries, a cash register, and postcards.

1314

 You find your crutches.

Your air cast is light and removable

For a month and a half you wore what felt like anvils

And told yourself you weren’t going crazy.

This doesn’t really bother me you said.

1512

 You tell yourself you won’t be captured.

At the fracture clinic they said you would walk in

On September 8th with a cane and a limp.

16

Your foot fits in your unlaced walking shoe.

Oliver Cromwell is trying on wooden shoes.

Where did he get those?

He laughs a high-pitched laugh.

3

 His Puritan followers board a ship for the Caribbean

Leading captives bound neck to neck.

17

 You walk right through them and shudder with cold.

You limp into the sunshine

Stopping at your neighbourhood cafe.

121317

1981 (The Phantom of Liberation)

phantom of

In 1981

The Phantom of Liberation

Paid me a visit

81 heads

Commanding

A sketch

twin egg

I obliged

Thinking that was all

That was all

There was to it

burn blur copy

Hello and goodbye

To the Phantom of Liberation

centre eye

But the Phantom

Must have said

Eat my body

blue monuments

I complied

Thinking that was all

That was all

There was to it

blue conte

Hello and goodbye

To the Phantom of Liberation

dream section

They found a foreign body

In my heart

And said it’s spread

To your brain

And your wings

new ore

I said I don’t have

Any wings

face of the phantom

They said I was covered with wings

Beating ferociously

Refusing to stop

And bothering the neighbours

geo2

I asked if I should move

To a cemetery

something

They wanted to know

If I was trying to escape

Liberation

Or the conditions that require

Liberation

intersection

I listened to their question

Thinking that was all

That was all

There was to it.

the conditions