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Tuesday, April 20, 2004

I really loved the third stanza of the poem Dick Jones put in his latest post at Patteran Pages:

Night’s sheet is torn

at the corner.  This bird

has a knife in its voice.

It slides on a wire,

the owl, from maple

to beech, a yellow light

in its eye and acid

on its tongue.

 

See what I mean?  Read the rest of the poem here. Dick is feeling lonely and unread. Go visit Patteran Pages.

 

 


6:06:41 PM    comment []

Ms. Candide, of the late, lamented Thistle and Hemlock (Shut down until further notice why oh why?), sent this Fifth Sentence Found Poem via email.

11 BOOKS ON MY BEDSIDE TABLE

1.
Batman,
Spider-Man,
Davy Crockett, and
Xena
are loners.

2.
They simply "know" they must become
healers, and they will do
almost
anything to fulfill
their calling.

3.
Once you identify
the activities that make you feel
more alive,
do them more often.

4.
For youthful folly
it is the most hopeless thing
to entangle itself
in empty imaginings.

5.
The grasses and wild flowers are mown
only to make a path
or reveal a blue island
of flax
or cornflowers.

6.
But that's not always so.

7.
For years afterward, every time I closed my eyes
before going to sleep, I was back in Dublin.

8.
But it's when we are able to make the choice
to bless
even though everything in us wants
to curse
and strike out
that we demonstrate
the power of the human soul
to choose
what builds life
and creates wholeness.

9.
As we begin to look
at writing our own story
of creation
we will look more
into using
symbolic
representations.

10.
And one account I know holds
that there is a door at the end of the trail
and that door opens
into another world, with even more
bewildering, twisting paths.

11.
Since the words to describe this kind of depth
are atrophied
or no longer present
in our language, the experience, when it does
extrude
itself, is often difficult
for people to deal with; they sometimes think
they are crazy--crazy and alone,
the only intelligent life-form
on Earth.

[1. Party of One: The Loners' Manifesto, by Anneli Rufus. 2. Healing Beyond the Body: Medicine and the Infinite Reach of the Mind, by Larry Dossey, MD. 3. Creating Money: Keys to Abundance, by Sanaya Roman. 4. The I Ching, or Book of Changes (Bollingen edition). 5. The Scandinavian Garden, by Karl-Dietrich Buhler. 6. Word Work: Surviving and Thriving as a Writer, by Bruce Holland Rogers. 7. Hand to Mouth: A Chronicle of Early Failure, by Paul Auster. 8. Blessing: The Art and the Practice, by David Spangler. 9. Medicine for the Earth, by Sandra Ingerman. 10. The Wildest Place on Earth: Italian Gardens and the Invention of Wilderness, by John Hanson Mitchell. 11. The Lost Language of Plants, by Stephen Harrod Buhner.]

The latest viral meme passing from blog to blog is a set of instructions:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence along with these instructions.

To which I append fifth and sixth instructions:

5. Cut and paste the some or all of the fifth sentences into a collage poem, as far back as you care follow the chain.

6. Post text of fifth sentence poem to your blog, and cc Dr. Omed.


4:29:18 AM    comment []



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