Running Backwards
Running backwards on a night when all is lost.
When you cannot remember what is lost.
When you see the night-sky running backwards.
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Tag: revelation
December 7, 2014
Snowing Lightly & I am Looking for Pyramids in the Street
Clearly the street sign is warning me about pyramids ahead.
Maybe around the corner. By the school or the park.
My neighbours say no. This is about speed bumps.
It’s simply a way of saying go slow. Drive slowly.
My neighbours tend to minimize everything.
I think this time they are wrong.
They say I have no idea what they saw driving up here tonight.
That I have no idea what they have been through.
That in the short time I have left I need to be more open to the experiences of others.
I said ‘What?’
In the public domain photos of Wikipedia Commons I found a link to images of cultural expression in Finland following World War 2:
http://pomus.net/kehityslinjat/1945-1959
March 21, 2013
Lough Ree by Colin Carberry
A trout flares at dusk,
silver scales
in the heron’s ears.
Colin Carberry is an Irish-Canadian poet and translator and the director of the Linares International Literary Festival (Mexico).
I am struck, reading this haiku, by the heron hearing silver scales. I imagine sunset splashing chaotically on thin, reflective surfaces and the heron’s acute sensors turning and tuning. I remember summers (it seems long ago) driving cross-country, through the night, listening to the radio. Car radios were manually operated. With your free hand you would find the spot where there was no static, bringing in the station clearly. Adjusting the dial frequently to receive the perfect reception. Ambient static would slowly creep back in and you would fine tune again listening carefully. Though, unlike the heron, your aim was enjoyment not survival. Surely our ancestors knew the life and sounds of water, within and without, like a heron. The poet, crafting this poem, brings us to the edge of our deepest memories.
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