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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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