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Friday, April 17, 2015
Poem: Li Po In Disgrace
By Jack Brummet
Four
hundred and forty-thousand
Moons ago, Li Po sits
Drinking wine on a bluff.
The Sun fades into blue mountains.
On the other side of the ball,
The sun scales the horizon.
Crickets tune up
And the first bats
Sail from roost to roost.
I think about Li Po drunk again
In the mountains, waiting for word
And listening to the wind songs.
Lost and alone,
He stares at the cup
And wonders when his pardon will come.
He holds a inkpot, scroll, and brush.
He listens to his skin fold
And his hair turn grey.
Between the mountains and stars,
A crow wheels over fogged red pines
Spiring in moonlight.
LiPo shakes wet peach blossoms
From his coat
And fills the cup.
Moonlight dances
On the golden wine
In the silver cup.
Who needs a clear head this night?
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Drinking wine on a bluff.
The Sun fades into blue mountains.
On the other side of the ball,
The sun scales the horizon.
Crickets tune up
And the first bats
Sail from roost to roost.
I think about Li Po drunk again
In the mountains, waiting for word
And listening to the wind songs.
Lost and alone,
He stares at the cup
And wonders when his pardon will come.
He holds a inkpot, scroll, and brush.
He listens to his skin fold
And his hair turn grey.
Between the mountains and stars,
A crow wheels over fogged red pines
Spiring in moonlight.
LiPo shakes wet peach blossoms
From his coat
And fills the cup.
Moonlight dances
On the golden wine
In the silver cup.
Who needs a clear head this night?
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The great place names of Missouri
- Tightwad
- Crybaby Holler
- Barely Do
- Old Dishrag
- Hell on the Line
- Not
- Rat
- Competition
- Koshkonong
- Peculiar
- Frankenstein
- Romance
- Braggadocio
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Drawing: Faces #1087 - menu from a return trip home from Colombia.
By Jack Brummet
[click to enlarge]
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Wednesday, April 15, 2015
Poem: Turn
By Jack Brummet
1
The host and tenant lock
In benign
equilibrium.
2
Each valley followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.
Each valley followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.
3
There is no
relief without an ache,
And no virus without a host.
And no virus without a host.
4
Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
5
For a fleeting moment
Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
5
For a fleeting moment
The condition for
change exists.
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Digital art: Slices/Faces #1087
By Jack Brummet
[digitized from pen drawings and acrylic paintings - click to enlarge]
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Poem: The Quest
By Jack Brummet
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
When you strip away
It’s all one story—
A ragged
shape-shifting tale
Of incredible coherence and constance,
Encompassing all you know,
All you don’t know you know,
And all you one day will know.
There is more
To be
seen,
tasted,
heard,
and felt
Than can ever be known or told.
Than can ever be known or told.
Our myths flourish and spread,
Person to person,
And the mysteries of the seas and skies and stars
Fill our collective conscience
With mystical scenes,
Quests, and tales of greatness.
These myths, tales, and fables
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
Cannot be invented, ordered, or denied.
When you strip away
The
stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story
Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Poem: [you can’t see earth]
By Jack Brummet
1
You can't see earth
From the dark side of the moon
But maybe that changes
With the accelerating deceleration
Of the moon and earth.
A waning Gibbous moon
Dangles 1.3 light seconds away,
The Sea of Tranquility
A menacing sinkhole.
You can't see earth
From the dark side of the moon
But maybe that changes
With the accelerating deceleration
Of the moon and earth.
A waning Gibbous moon
Dangles 1.3 light seconds away,
The Sea of Tranquility
A menacing sinkhole.
2
The moon
And the fog
Are in cahoots.
The moon
And the fog
Are in cahoots.
Fog
slithers in,
Wrapping around houses,
Trees, shrubs, and churches,
Threading its way
Wrapping around houses,
Trees, shrubs, and churches,
Threading its way
Along
the ground
Like horror movie fog.
3
Do the fog and moon
Trigger mayhem, madness, and murder?
Like horror movie fog.
3
Do the fog and moon
Trigger mayhem, madness, and murder?
Do our brains have tides?
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Photograph: The test flight
By Jack Brummet (and an unknown postcardmaker)
- click to enlarge -
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