seasonal

one mile is always two in winter

- george herbert

THE COSMOLOGY OF FINDING YOUR SPOT

By Ed Dorn, 1969, Lawrence, Kansas

The Resistantism of all other places
On the floor among filters and the spillings
The cosmology of the floor of the Nation
The cosmology of finding your place
The cosmology of smelling and feeling your Natural place
inside the place, feeling the filters
feeling the rock, felling the roll
feeling the social spray at that level
low down, with the filters and the feet
feeling the place you can fold all four legs
and be man's best friend to the End, among the filters
and the feet, in the rock, and in the roll
in the clock and in the roll, in the hole
of the social bilge The Great White Dog
of the Rockchalk, seeks his place Seeks
The place for Him there, tries every scrap of Space
The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk
moves under the Social seeking his own Place
in the constant present snap of eternity
listening with the german dislocated castanet
His Nose Is under the great pin ball rolling in heaven above
thru the barren terrain of feet
He moves from place to place seeking his place
The resisters the dogs seek their place
WAYNE KIMBALL told me all this
WAYNE KIMBALL sits in the booths,
WAYNE KIMBALLknows about the The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk
The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk doesn't
The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk has been there
Western Civilization is Beer
The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk
went thru the door of Western Civilization
Which is north of the Barbershop
and north of the sailor pants incense shop
The Great White Dog went between all that
and the Gaslight, The Great White Rockchalk Dog
shakes hands with both paws indiscriminately
For he Seeks his own true place on the floor
He disregards the social He seeks the Place
he seeks The Space his soul can occupy
In His restless search he looks only for the Place
Where he can come to rest in his own true Place
and that might be on the floor of the rockchalk
The great White Dog is not Interdicted by opinion
He accepts the floor of the Rock Chalk as an Area,
like any other, he will test that space
He is preoccupied only with the Search
The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk is not social
WAYNE KIMBALL told me all this,
WAYNE KIMBALL
is social, he knows only persons, he doesn't
give a shit for the floor of the Rockchalk
WAYNE KIMBALL is neurotic like us, he wants
to smoke Grass,
WAYNE KIMBALL sits in the booths
WAYNE KIMBALL drinks beer, has a part time job
pretending to be literate,
WAYNE KIMBALL uses
the telephone and all other public Utilities
including Cocaine, The Great White Dog
of The Rockchalk is full of shit and can't shit
until he finds his place,
WAYNE KIMBALL has diarrhea
WAYNE KIMBALL hasn't got a driver's license
WAYNE KIMBALL is thin and knows everything that happens
He has ears, He is a corrupt little mongrel like us
turned on to everything hopeless and bullshit
The Great White Dog of The Rockchalk is dumb
and doesn't know anything but his instinct for the search
for his place somewhere in the litter
of the filters and the literally dropped dreams
of the Great Rock Chalk, he smells the dreams
on the floor dropped from between the legs
of young English majors, ejected from between the
Dual Spraycans of the fraternizers
He seeks his place on top of this matter
among the feet of the privileged nation on the floor
of the Great shit, Rock Chalk Rock Chalk White Rock
Calk Dog, And
WAYNE KIMBALL Smokes cigarettes
and Thoreaus them ontoOntoOntoOnto the floor
already predicated by cancer, the slow movement of Cancer
And I love these dogs because they are us and more us
than we are and they seek their places as do the true
whether they are Resisters or just scared or both
They are the twin dogs of creation in our image
and I give them both the floor as I give the Resisters
This Poem from the throne of Belief as the Egyptians
Gave and took from the Dogs Their access to Heaven
That we may all be Gods and seek our Place.
-ED DORN


i figured nobody else will download an ed dorn poem tonite so maybe i should
i am liking his poems more and more
i find myself returning to read them again
i feel close to this poem in that i've read it now twice
and i did some impromptu line editing
which may in fact be undermined as soon as i attempt
to publish the thing
any way
here goes

in matters of taste

In his highest flights
musical and architectural above all
for they are one
man gives the illusion of rivalling the order
the majesty and the splendor of the heavens

henry miller the colossus of maroussi

ethereal aesthetik

i think it takes much greater courage to create things to be gone than to create things that will remain --- christo

looking at van gogh

For an animal its natural environment and habitat
are a given; for a man - despite the faith of the empiricists -
reality is not a given: it has to be continually sought out, held -
I am tempted to say salvaged.

- from The Production Of The World
by John Berger

viand

"Suffering is , in effect
the barrier which unconsciousness, matter
sets up against consciousness, spirit;
it is the resistance to will, the limit
which the visible universe imposes
upon God."

- Miguel de Unamuno

what do poets know?

"Lo! thy dread Empire, CHAOS! is restored;
Light dies before thy uncreating word:
Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall;
And universal Darkness buries All."

-alexander pope (an adamant catholic poet in anticatholic england - early 18th century)

an infinite variable

where there is hope there is sufficient means

sad but true

we are not enough
for one another

THE TREE WAS GREEN

Alone,
Up in the tree
Is a red wheel barrow upon which I thought I could
/ depend.

                  






                                   -KIRBY OLSON










....originality becomes him

uh yeah

if the fool and his money are soon parted
who gave him the money in the first place?

wisdom in the face of defeat

but the bottom line is that
mom's chicken soup
never will pull in
as much revenue
as Pfizer.
the big conglomerates
almost always win.

(...on the twins' defeat at the hands of the yankees
3-0 three straight play-off games
10 losses to the yankees on the season...2009)

tom powers - st paul Mn pioneer press

what it ain't

Art can't be measured along an ethical bell-curve in which all god's chillun are welcomed aboard the ark.

- curtis faville

CATEXTROPHE

i saw the best minds of our society
destroyed by text messaging
car crashes train wrecks
metastasizing devices murdering brain cells
immediacy
replacing understanding
weapons of destruction of the masses

guns don't kill people improvised explosive messages do

by the roadside in the thoroughfare car
bomb truck bomb bus bomb plane
bomb
bomb bomb bomb

inattention is the new concentration
soon we will all be twittering machines
Another catextrophe bites the dust in the wind
where the answers blow

(this is a poem by bill borneman
if you read it you must pay me and then i will see that he gets a cut)

vernal observation

rain
wind
leaves

insight in to corruption

It is not power that corrupts but fear. Fear of losing power corrupts those who wield it and fear of the scourge of power corrupts those who are subject to it.

--aung san suu kyi

human upheaval

marches and riots in tehran
the leaders are not trusted
ahmadinajab is weakened
green flags everywhere
the women of iran are rising up
the streets are noisy and crazy
o tehran tehran tehran
do not forget our love
be at peace o beautiful tehran

??

what's madness but nobility of soul
at odds with circumstance?

- theodore roethke

artistic teleology

one does not inherit an audience
one builds one
one reader at a time

- david bromige +2009

interiority

my deepest me is God!

-st.catherine of genoa

freedom craved

until the heart is satisfied
the only freedom
is to choose ones' discipline
to fail to choose
is to have another discipline imposed

everyone must do something

"Even trash has become worthless."

tian wengui - who collects refuse for recycling in Beijing.

regarding professional athletes

"Many of them are almost sociopaths
in an almost friendly way."


Dr. Michael Joyner MD

We see Nature working with
the enthusiasm of a man,
Blowing her volcanic forges
like a blacksmith blowing his smithy fires,
Shoving glaciers over the landscapes
like a carpenter shoving his planes,
Clearing, ploughing, harrowing, irrigating--
ever working toward beauty
higher and higher."

-John Muir, 1898

essentials

"to philosophize is to learn how to die"

- Cicero

epistemological inspiration

Specialization is for insects.

- R. Buckminster Fuller