Saturday, July 16, 2011
premonition blues
en route to saskatoon
crow most often dines in groups of two or three -
i've seen no discord at his roadside table
set with bones and hide and flesh.
he finds community and sustenance
where some see nothing but decay and waste.
because the wrecks of commerce are his daily fare,
he strays not far from the road we share.
he prefers to live where life meets death.
a glamourous creature he is not
he is perhaps the model for a charitable monk
all clad in black
he flies no higher than need be to save himself from harm.
his course remains subject to change
and oft steers him against the flow.
he welcomes for the rest of us
the stench of life no longer fresh and new.
crow dives into it shoulder deep: he knows that
scavenging and salvage jobs
can be no less God's work
than cleaner and more glorious trades.
Justin Doyle
February 11 2011
this poet is still alive
i saw him just the other day
i don't know what he'll think
about me publishing his poem without his
explicit permission
but to hell with all that
i mean he sent the poem to me
i think i can do whatever in hell i care to do with it
i appreciate the poem
because it sounds like something the poet would just say
i apologize for the editing that was necessary
in order to find the line breaks
and the disregard for capital letters
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8 comments:
What says...St. Aug? Or Socrates??? Or Claude Debusssy??
"Poetry is the Devil's wine".
Talented imp, tho'....a bit pagan. EA Poe-ish (EAP made it to purgatorio didnt he hermano jhito)
is the poet a monk?
it sounds like it to me
he makes an interesting comparison
i like the way he is able to see good
where others might not
all poets end up in heaven
this poet is not a monk
he's local
lives just down the road from here
he a story teller
a truck driver
and a teller of tales
yeah
i think he ennobles the crow
i recal watching a crow eat
a plastic sixpack binder
i thought
that guy is a survivor
corby corby
jh
Los Cuervos!
Odd birds. Ravens too. Once you've heard one talk to you.. reality shifts a bit. But .... blessed, are they?? Paraphrasing Queequeg, those be....the work of injun gods--or is it vishnu & Co. Paraphrasing Pastor Billy Bob, these paganistic eco-types, they worship the Creation rather than the Crea-tor.
Either way Nature is greatly overrated--one issue I got with the naturalistic ...theologian sorts. Design?? Then a Designer of plagues
nature
overrated by some
underrated by others
i find myself noticing crows more
after this poem
looking at them
with a new respect
or at least curiosity
Im an amateur birder of a sort, actually, S. Ravens though are quite common,. Now, spying a golden Eagle (or rather they spy you--Ive been divebombed by an eagle and redtails a few times in san gabriels), owls or rarely, the American Kestrel...(or once a year or so "zopilotes"-- black vultures) can be quite spectacular--in the desert you'll see white owls at dusk hunt for rodents. One sees a few exotic birds in the spring, bee-eaters, various hummingbirds, occasionally green parrots, others. YET--my point was...what sort of...Spirit created/would create magnificent predators such as Golden eagles?? (probably descended from pterodactyls or something). Doesn't look like it had much to do with Jesus, IMHE. Zeus perhaps. :] Sry-- perhaps a bit literal and unpoetic.
Ciao, J.
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