can say the nastiest thing to each other
and then act as though nothing has happened
only at certain levels
Parents and their children get a "it don't mean nothing" pass
you wouldn't believe the things I said to my parents and vice versa
siblings kinda
everyone else goes on the outs
siblings can be on the outs
but its usually short lived
the outs with others
can go on for a long time
Monday, December 2, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
60 Sunrise
Just after sun rise
one
then the other
bling blunk
I stir
I stay awake
xo back to the one
xo back to the othr
and I am up and out as usual
I could show you snapshots of an end of November
very windy
somewhat cold
empty boardwalk and swath of sand next to a choppy ocean shore
I could turn the video onto me
and you could see an old man
in a shaggy Chinese overcoat and glove
Standing barefoot in the sand
breathing silently
in the sunshine
while seagulls huddle
but the camera battery quit
right in time
one
then the other
bling blunk
I stir
I stay awake
xo back to the one
xo back to the othr
and I am up and out as usual
I could show you snapshots of an end of November
very windy
somewhat cold
empty boardwalk and swath of sand next to a choppy ocean shore
I could turn the video onto me
and you could see an old man
in a shaggy Chinese overcoat and glove
Standing barefoot in the sand
breathing silently
in the sunshine
while seagulls huddle
but the camera battery quit
right in time
Friday, November 29, 2013
My Mother
My Mother
wrote poetry
I have her book
Our Aunt Jo typed them up
Little jib jabs
tugs at the heart
like this
Some pages remain hand written
It's Okay
It's okay you didn't come to see me
you didn't call
you maybe thought of texting
you maybe didn't think at all
I wonder if you have my email
I'll wonder if you'll know my name
now for sure
but later who knows
I promised you'd forget me
you didn't call
you maybe thought of texting
you maybe didn't think at all
I wonder if you have my email
I'll wonder if you'll know my name
now for sure
but later who knows
I promised you'd forget me
On 60
A close friend calls at twelve zero one
I'm out of the bed by one
7-11 coffee
boiling water to soak my feet
gonna learn cutecut video editing
perhaps will resolve to breathe silently from now on
I'm out of the bed by one
7-11 coffee
boiling water to soak my feet
gonna learn cutecut video editing
perhaps will resolve to breathe silently from now on
On Turning 60 - Morning
I could take you a picture
of a late November ocean
inviting enough to plunge into
later
I could take you
I couldn't paint you
I could tell you of images
of yoga on the sand
with sun
and feet
an old man insisting
on putting his socks on
on one leg
I could whisper
secrets so grand
they just come to me
on the sand
and I beg them stay
long enough
for this
of a late November ocean
inviting enough to plunge into
later
I could take you
I couldn't paint you
I could tell you of images
of yoga on the sand
with sun
and feet
an old man insisting
on putting his socks on
on one leg
I could whisper
secrets so grand
they just come to me
on the sand
and I beg them stay
long enough
for this
The last day of being 59 otherwise known as turning 60
it's silly
turning 60 has taken a long time
these last so many months, weeks, days, now hours
seem to lag
and I have savored it
for before all that
i forgot about it
and focused on other things
that have nothing to do with being anything else
that is 60
that is 0
that is any number
and I love you
and I love
chi
turning 60 has taken a long time
these last so many months, weeks, days, now hours
seem to lag
and I have savored it
for before all that
i forgot about it
and focused on other things
that have nothing to do with being anything else
that is 60
that is 0
that is any number
and I love you
and I love
chi
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Commenting to Gabriel Cousen's blog on the esscence of life
Happy Thanksgiving day after
In response to Gabriel's latest blog entry
I submitted for approval this comment. :)
I don't understand the first sentence, and I'm not sure moksha gets defined. That's not a good start. One of us is confused.
The rest of the first paragraph is full of suggestions I don't want in my head.
The first sentence of the second paragraph. Neither the "big picture", nor "God" gets defined.
The rest I have no argument with, other than it's somewhat tyrannical tone in a familiar pattern; I, the reader, along with the author, do all sorts of things we shouldn't be doing, and should, in fact, MUST do otherwise, for something that is undefined, this "big piture God"
Suggestion. I would like your take on the light and the sound, as expressed, by my humble interpretation of the writings of Kirpal Singh( My favorite piece is the "Mystery of Death"), Castenada, and others. I wonder if you've ever read that and what is your take.
bob
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Crib notes
As a gift I received
a stack of two and seven eighths inch white non sticky notes
of which I take one off the top and scribble
from time to time
upon coming upon some tidbit
from within or without
I've got 5 of em here
1st
"mostly
nearly
I feel no
tide lifting
awaiting the
flood & the burn
surely to come"
probably in reaction to something about the weather and climate change
Lou Volpe | High School Drama | Levittown, NY
Theatre=deal with uncomfortable topics
Interesting NPR piece - triggered thoughts about my production of "Milarepa"
Wishful thinking that a message needs to be delivered to all Americans on how to drive!
public message with fancy graphics illustrating the benefits from cooperative shared driving skills
i.e. interstate traffic, what's the big picture, why does it flow as it does?
9.18 Suggestions for NPR 1) remind why|how you know what you know about the cause of accidents and how|why|what you can broadcast. I wonder if there aren't liability issues behind the seeming concealment of basic helpful information about how the accidents that are delaying us happen and the lessons about proper driving etiquette are not being delivered
NPR should remind their listeners more about where to find the music tags
on the last two crib notes are race selections
there
these five gone
a stack of two and seven eighths inch white non sticky notes
of which I take one off the top and scribble
from time to time
upon coming upon some tidbit
from within or without
I've got 5 of em here
1st
"mostly
nearly
I feel no
tide lifting
awaiting the
flood & the burn
surely to come"
probably in reaction to something about the weather and climate change
Lou Volpe | High School Drama | Levittown, NY
Theatre=deal with uncomfortable topics
Interesting NPR piece - triggered thoughts about my production of "Milarepa"
Wishful thinking that a message needs to be delivered to all Americans on how to drive!
public message with fancy graphics illustrating the benefits from cooperative shared driving skills
i.e. interstate traffic, what's the big picture, why does it flow as it does?
9.18 Suggestions for NPR 1) remind why|how you know what you know about the cause of accidents and how|why|what you can broadcast. I wonder if there aren't liability issues behind the seeming concealment of basic helpful information about how the accidents that are delaying us happen and the lessons about proper driving etiquette are not being delivered
NPR should remind their listeners more about where to find the music tags
on the last two crib notes are race selections
there
these five gone
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Father
I was born to older parents
my father was 45
ma was 39
He was born in 1909 in Italy
sixth of seven
brought here at one and half years of age
Held by his mother at the port of entry in New York
and the story is his older brother hid under his mother's dress
as I am getting on in years now
I'm not sure that story is true
and there's no one to ask
His father didn't want to be a priest
they lived in Astoria
he delivered ice
I forget if it was with a horse and wagon
probably
They had coal in the basement
He was strict
very strict
No one could talk at the table
One of his sisters jumped out the window one night to go on a date
In his old age he thought there were bugs on him all the time
And that's about all I know about my paternal grandfather
My father married young
very young
and it didn't last
I don't remember how long
I'll say a year and a half
but he had a son with her
that he never saw again
after the divorce
and the son did not carry his name
He saw the Great Depression
He never forgot it
my father was 45
ma was 39
He was born in 1909 in Italy
sixth of seven
brought here at one and half years of age
Held by his mother at the port of entry in New York
and the story is his older brother hid under his mother's dress
as I am getting on in years now
I'm not sure that story is true
and there's no one to ask
His father didn't want to be a priest
they lived in Astoria
he delivered ice
I forget if it was with a horse and wagon
probably
They had coal in the basement
He was strict
very strict
No one could talk at the table
One of his sisters jumped out the window one night to go on a date
In his old age he thought there were bugs on him all the time
And that's about all I know about my paternal grandfather
My father married young
very young
and it didn't last
I don't remember how long
I'll say a year and a half
but he had a son with her
that he never saw again
after the divorce
and the son did not carry his name
He saw the Great Depression
He never forgot it
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