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Crown Island by Catherine Graham

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I am surrounded by Crown Island,

a weave of rock and sand; the waves

lap against me, sizzling white strings.

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Walt Whitman Bursts Into Song Concerning the Civic Debate over Jets at Toronto Island Airport

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Come said the Muse,

  Sing me a song no poet yet has chanted,

  Sing me the universal.

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 In this broad earth of ours,

  Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,

  Enclosed and safe within its central heart,

  Nestles the seed perfection.

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  By every life a share or more or less,

  None born but it is born, conceal’d or unconceal’d the seed is waiting.

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  Lo! keen-eyed towering science,

  As from tall peaks the modern overlooking,

  Successive absolute fiats issuing.

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  Yet again, lo! the soul, above all science,

  For it has history gather’d like husks around the globe,

  For it the entire star-myriads roll through the sky.

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 In spiral routes by long detours,

  (As a much-tacking ship upon the sea,)

  For it the partial to the permanent flowing,

  For it the real to the ideal tends.

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  For it the mystic evolution,

  Not the right only justified, what we call evil also justified.

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 Forth from their masks, no matter what,

  From the huge festering trunk, from craft and guile and tears,

  Health to emerge and joy, joy universal.

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 Out of the bulk, the morbid and the shallow,

  Out of the bad majority, the varied countless frauds of men and states,

  Electric, antiseptic yet, cleaving, suffusing all,

  Only the good is universal.

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 Over the mountain-growths disease and sorrow,

  An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,

  High in the purer, happier air.

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  From imperfection’s murkiest cloud,

  Darts always forth one ray of perfect light,

  One flash of heaven’s glory.

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  To fashion’s, custom’s discord,

  To the mad Babel-din, the deafening orgies,

  Soothing each lull a strain is heard, just heard,

  From some far shore the final chorus sounding.

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  O the blest eyes, the happy hearts,

  That see, that know the guiding thread so fine,

  Along the mighty labyrinth.

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Song of the Universal

Walt Whitman, from Book XVII: Birds of Passage, Leaves of Grass, Project Gutenberg

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Imagining Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) addressing this issue,

I considered his thoughts pertaining to all matters,

expressed in his poetry.

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Archival, public domain photographs of Toronto Island found on Wikimedia Commons.

Images include:

Painting by Arthur Cox (1840 – 1917) Toronto from the Island, 1875 (Public Domain), Toronto Public Library

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A 1907 postcard of a Toronto Ferry Company ferry crossing the bay from the city of Toronto to the Toronto Islands, (Public Domain) Halton Hill Public Library

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Hanlan’s Point Hotel and Regatta, 1907, (Public Domain) photo: William James, City of Toronto Archives

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Milkman, Toronto Islands, 1944, Public Domain

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Photo of Main Street (below), Centre Island, Toronto, 1944, Souvenir Folder of Toronto Islands, Photogelatine Engraving, Ottawa, Ontario (Public Domain)

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 The majority of Toronto residents living on Toronto Island were evacuated in the 1950s to make room for parkland. 

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The source for the pterodactyl jet was a generic, uncredited image.

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Lao Tzu (again)

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Music in the soul

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can be heard

paper amoeba

by the universe.

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Toast with Honey

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You walk home from the dance

Thinking of the girl you met

Wearing an orange dress

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You wonder

If she would love you

If you tied yourself

With rope

To the wing

Of a small plane

Photographing

A tree

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Cars drive slowly crunching snow

You think of human pyramids

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You see the tree on the horizon

& plan a filmic strategy

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She spoke with an accent

Pronouncing the titles

Of paintings

By her favourite artist

Influenced by somebody

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Following breakfast

A

Wooden spoon dripping honey

You foray out into the world:

Emergency investigation

At the library

Downtown.

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Summoning the gods

of the Dewey Decimal System.

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Last night the street was quiet with softly falling snow, not too cold, and it took me back to something that may or may not have happened.

I remembered being young & swirling ribbons of sticky, amber honey & trips to the library.

And walking home late at night considering both the terrible and the hopeful & being puzzled by the odd flash of invisible magic charging the air.

The NASA space photo used under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic License.

The goldfish found online, no photographer credited.

The street scene I snapped with my phone.

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The Loves of Sochi (2)

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Cubist spires

Assembled in the clouds

The new Soviet man

Aligning his spine

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Tumbling quickly

Into descent

A boneyard deliriousness

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Bring me a glass of water

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I fought during the siege

It’s true!

I was young

Stumbling

Into the rubble

Running for ammunition

My bones ached

We had no bread

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Your heels resound

One foot is heavy

Are you with child

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Your son glancing

Over his shoulder

Acutely

Internalizing

Shostakovich

softly turning

I myself

Investigated

During the allegretto

circus time

Do you have a glass of water

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Reciting

Accusations

Admitting

Actions

Quarrying impossibly

Stony stone

I was broken

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It was late when I stepped off the train

Children bouncing candy-coloured balloons

round

Fathers and mothers soft as dough

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The new Soviet man

a file

Inside crusted bread

new social science

Cubism condensed

To a slate grey

Now you pass this way again

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What is that look you are wearing?

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The Loves of Sochi

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Lovers 

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Swept up by a spark

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A kiss after dark

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Beneath a bridge

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Shadows

Whispering

Soon 

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The future cascading

town without pity

Tarkovsky studies music and Arabic

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Soon

Ivan

He will create

Ivan’s Childhood

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Winning top prize at the Venice Film Festival

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“Tarkovsky… 

captures life as a reflection,

life as a dream.” 

– Ingmar Bergman

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On the bridges of Sochi

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Beneath starlight

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Hand in hand

under stand

Lovers

Cascading

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A scene from Tarkovsky’s film Stalker:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNiVFCWMrqI

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Deep Sea Diving

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 Blake’s ocean

A gas station

Black medicine

In a vial

You said I thought I was Jesus

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You said I thought I was Jesus

In exile

We handled snakes

I was yours truly

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I was yours truly

I swallowed a shot of ink

We faded

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We faded

Vibrantly

In retrospect we were children

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In retrospect we were children

At the carnival

Deep sea diving

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Lao Tzu: On Love

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Being deeply loved by someone

gives you strength

once

while loving someone deeply

gives you courage.

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You left when I told you I was curious, 
I never said that I was brave

 So Long, Marianne, Leonard Cohen

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Spherical

book of mirrors

Curving a slow corner

twin eyes

You pass through

your own

history

papery

Your mirror image

original spiral ink

Picking up speed

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Speaking in code

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ghost crest

 Spirit animals

beneath the northern lights

drag what has fallen

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Absorbed

and flung

simultaneously

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A spherical puzzle

delivered you

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Does the wind agree

sky pieced

new bird meter

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I was reflecting on personal things with this post. Changes, new directions, letting the past go, that sort of thing. There was no poem to begin with simply ideas & words I’ve been thinking about.

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My attraction to twinning these two images was in discovering similar design motifs. A centre circular repetition. The lines on the sides of the meter resembling folded wings. The art deco, industrial perfect for a prison design of the meter contrasted with the wild bird hemmed in by a border & religious orthodoxy.

Although I suspect the early illuminators of manuscripts had druidic sensibilities and conveyed within their images the beauty of pagan relationships with the earth I can’t find anything similar to say about the parking meter. Although it does have a certain Dracula’s Castle type charm.

The parking meter imposed order upon free space. We might even say ‘wild’ spaces occurring in a common setting if we want to draw an analogy with pagan spirituality being ‘tamed.’

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The first parking meter in the United States was installed in 1935

(during the Great Depression & dust storms)

in Oklahoma City.

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The Book of Dimma is an 8th century Irish illuminated manuscript now

housed in Trinity College, Dublin

featuring the symbol of an eagle

representing

John the Evangelist.

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50th Anniversary of The Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show

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The

black and white

television

flickers

reconfiguring

now

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Flowers blooming

with

signs & symbols

reconfigure

a

flickering

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My father

 on the sofa

refolding

the creased and worn

 shaking his head

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Step forward

sideways & back

in

physical education class

repeating the Fox Trot

with L

again Jingle Bell Rock

she quivers and laughs

flat feet she offers

we were rocking

no reason

to watch the clock

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my friend

fingers aglow

 his urgent hand

Introducing The Beatles

I was torn

in steam the flowers were worn

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C & L 

 exhaling

into the frosted black air

cloaking almost touching

one another

oceans of diamonds

rolling overhead

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I couldn’t make out every word

the album cradled like an

illuminated manuscript

under his arm

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My gloved finger

drawing in white snow

uncovering the dark metal

of a late model sedan

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I Want to Hold Your Hand

roll on John

A dinner party ceremony for

Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band 

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Cellophane flowers

dissolving

in crystal glasses

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Comets curving

free fall

a sign

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B, D & R asleep already

I walk beneath

into

awakening sparrow song

 tiny electric sitars flitter

through branches green & brown

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Translucent animals bounding leap

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The solstice pulsing in waves

a pushing tide

subsides

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I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in

to stop my mind from wandering 

years later

Aluminum & ink folio

jukebox affixed to the counter

Strawberry Fields Forever

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T dressed in black

opening a black umbrella

hitchhiking after dark

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Living is easy with eyes closed…

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What a trip to travel

through space & time emotionally and imagistically

enhanced

by these Liverpool musician/storyteller

icons of the cultural landscape

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Introducing The Beatles

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IFWXBn2d1d8

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Jingle Bell Rock (Bobby Helms)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itcMLwMEeMQ

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Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYRSgbDw7xA

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Strawberry Fields Forever

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nehRB1FTeTo

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I Want to Hold Your Hand

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ipADNlW7yBM

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Photo credit: CBS photo archives – Comet:  Visoki Decani Monastery, Metohia, Yugoslavia, 1330 (approx)

I do not own the copyright to these works have simply reconfigured for non commercial purposes of commentary

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