POETIC LICENSES

a 'friend' mentioned Orlando....I thought of the Sally Potter adaptation of the VIrginia Woolf novel......and, meditating on the 'labyrinth' scene, reached across my bed to remove the old Navaho silver 'bolo' that has the same theme......Later, having 'passed out' from exhaustion...still wearing the silver bolo, I dreamt of elaborate mazes and labyrinths, as my sub-conscious mind peered into locked compartmentalized thinking constructs and confined memories......Awakening, again, before Dawn, when Merlin jumped onto the bed....his foot 'hitting' the 'ON' button to the DVR.......to the eternal conundrum of 'Newspeak' and anxiety-laden 'reports' on 'what's happening'......Then, looking around, by the early light of sunrise, I noticed that I was the only 'alert' thing in the room.....The sculptures seemed.....deep; in slumber, still......I need a cherry danish and a strong cappuccino! It's so quiet t...

I'm feeling much healthier this evening.....   but, for a few aches and pains,   and some diminished focus   and a white metal earring burning in my ear,   as I am drawn to some old, cheapish jewels from my Youth....   decor for my youthful intellectual Fantasies,   but later....relegated to the Naive Folder Jewels Box.   ......My ear is almost instantly healed by having, now,   a purest gold pin through it,   with a tiny ruby suspended by a tiny platinum anchor chain from its sharpened point......   Yet, that constant humming continues   ....not from a romantic medieval fantasy,   but from the persistent Noise of the World......   Pleasure is the greatest of escapes......   and offers many labyrinths within Oblivion,   with tethers to Reality, dropped to the floors of our Caves......   Yes, this is the young Lancelot,   who draws the maidens to their balconies, late at night,   when the nightbird...

Memory's like a trip to Japan..........an impetus for change and simplification.... [ then, another book idea....."the zen of clutter" or "the glut of Zen" ]..... organizing memories into digital files and tossing the paperwork.....20 cubic yards into a mobile hard drive.......now, to the warehouse for a viewing of the stones that weight my life in an even more dramatic way.......What, a question not a subject, can be removed to produce a higher aesthetic, a clearer view of unobfuscated life ?.... Yet, there's the fear of emptiness hovering over the accumulation of particles which eventually form a giant, moving in an ever more fixed orbit about its dying sun....and i feel that you and you are a million miles away, then when we speak or see, the closeness beckons then falls away like a ghost from dreams that call from the past......yet, again, when i turn to its yearning, it vanishes to another world.... The wrens have devoured a large bag of seeds that I to...