Thursday, November 12, 2009

the interesting thing about toilets in the vatican is the generous use of marble
and after all ships were made to sail
this creation shines and dims does anyone hear ringing bells
why the distractions and flocking of birds this autumn
a more desperate cry even the soul specked with soil
lingers in draughty attics who will tell after all what vaccuum exits
in the vertiginous rhetoric of insouciant time
one rarely allays the ridiculous so enamored nay innured
have we become of the absurd
and then there's horse racing
and ships upon which we barely ever touch
but otherwise the whirring mayhem of working traffic continues
cyberfools type away this is a frenetic world going going gone
there are warehouses there are parking lots there are parks
there are shopping malls there are tall buildings
all those spaces take on a uselful dimension but social attitudes
are
in the end
ever at odds
in the mad grope for survival
this is a maddash for a game show or another commercial
this is the party
we drain the ditches and filll the holes
rarely do we make a drop of sense
but alas all is not lost for there adjures a more gentle sun
a more warming flower
don't beguile
the will is a tempest
don't disdain
the world needs lovers
where icecream fits in is just after the presuppositions of taste
and even though conversation stems toward the exigencies of traffic signs
and whatnot
we all end up on the same street corner staring at the wreck
the occasional wreck of humanity
so this the whirl we live in whoooo daddy it a strange one indeed
would you rather be out in the high country
where the sun breaks through all day long
monday is a good day to begin
monday is the one day life gets a little incentive
monday is a good day don't fret even hindus transcend
everyone wants to in the end
but will the elephants stampede that is the question
after dilutions and [predictable ))))disenfranchisements
all manner of perceivable justice gone to hell
it may as well be set to music you know the motion of ocean storm
the song of clouds


5 comments:

sally said...

what in the whirl?
says the girl
this stream of consciousness stuff
puts my mind in a twirl
it's great!

i have flown into ontario airport
three times in the past month
and each time i am amazed
by all the warehouses
and storage yards for
pipes, trucks, trains
junkyards
parking lots
i mean
just what is going on down there?

jh said...

i sat and read through
a bunch of comments over on kirbyz blog the other day and realized i had nothing to say so i challenged myself to put together a long string of nonsequiters
just flushing the mind
and i know how to cut n paste now
so i transferred it over here

somehow i like things better when you're on the ground

these are some dark days in and outside
yesterday i welcomed the feeling of extreme discontent and alienation and it turned into an awareness of what francisco might be going through what my brother goes through...i think i understand on a deeper level simply by sitting with the overall atmosphere of lonliness...adn then i didn't feel so desperately lonely

there's a song i think david bromberg sang it
"somebody else's blues"

ah well
great to have you around again pilgrim

jh

sally said...

warren zevon has a line in a song
"and i thought of my friends
and the troubles they've had
to keep me from thinking of mine"

maybe this is not quite the same thought
the lyric could be interpreted
as avoiding one's own problems

but perhaps he was not far
from what you are expressing
which is so similar to what i have heard
from pema chodron
that by sitting still
with the discomfort
of our own woes
we find ourselves
connected to others
in ways that are freeing

its great to be back
i hope i can stay
on the ground for a while

Kirby Olson said...

bells!

jh said...

yeah think of that
bells ringing
part of my consecration
is the consciousness of ringing bells
there's a gong every fifteen minutes
during the day
and then the icecream
that's something else altogether

jh