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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Galaxy in a Tea Cup

Galaxy in a Tea Cup L. Edgar Otto Jan. 25, 2012 (which other than the poem of this morning should be dated Jan. 24th - Oh, I see the problem I did not bring along this mornings poem number XII I shall place it here later. (after all I did take a rare afternoon nap so did not really confuse the date). This one concerns our bonds and their breaking through generations and what we imagine that can go far beyond the intentions and methods of our leaders... but XII is an amazing set of images with very focused references in time- I mean, if my work is worth it as unique and eventually decoded from the idiom- would I desire to transmit this- perhaps the awakening of a video played back in our minds speed read and later with cognizance recalled, transcending or perhaps the same thing, it played back third time going under water- please return here to catch it, it also takes from the science speculations on the foundations as the models such as the standard theory (to which it still is caught up in philosophy and metaphysics) or is there something to be said for creating our souls anew- the same unique persons without the sleep and cobwebs and streets of snow in our eyes?

We're not each others burden taking pride in giving not just the company of scoundrels or holy menThe one winged pigeon, messenger, extinct flies in circles true with its phantom wingYet spirals down like helicopter maple seedlings

Or as eagles mating on the wing, his love too with her phantom wing together thermals glideShe the mother bat, matrix in the belfry can carry her cubs, nursing, weighing moreThan herself, all supermoms with super-partners

Only those with depth of mind, healing, universal can conceive & understand, reflect on othersAll the imaginary friends of self & of the same feathers, that we connect & interfere with each othersDestiny & lives in heights and flight- it works both ways

Only those who do well to discern the scriptures reading the pure poetry & who can writeKnow the lover unto rebellion our life's work overshadowed by long shadows of our former godsWho did not require of you their homeless wandering a model even when you heed my voice to heelAs if in the indifferent & dangerous world yourself you cannot heal.

But you know already we heal also at a distance wherein you do not escape our brittle bondsNo matter how far away in place or time you flee me a broken barefoot ghostRing the bells as Christmas time, give up not your letters I joyful that yours better I enjoy more than my ownAs you learn, risk your freedom, soul, exploring new & sometimes selfless lost souls, or dark & pointless lands...

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The Learning Machine (XII) forthcoming...

* * *My artist friend Steven Silverleaf posted after a long while on blogspot of which I now follow it here and commenting:

Those are very powerful images, Steven. They seem to convey a sense of motion and almost a mysterious cat like gait as if perhaps we do have such things as a sort of spirit guide, humans and the feline both walking, nay, flying upright.

Sometimes at the beginning of breakthroughs or the rediscovery of profound and fundamental artthe rawness and freshness sets the future and are more precious than the very refined end of a theme- the majority of us caught searching in the dark with the artist seeking his unique visions.

About Me

The sea horses weep,
the sea oats keep,
sway to the winds of the dunes...
The Christ child still slept,
the seagulls kept step,
Praying to suns and to moons...
I am what I am, sea creature blind,
I weep tears that no one can find,
My tear after tears in sorrows and fears,
Are lost to the sea the moment they're free....