new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Ah,the genius of Heraclitus: yes, my friend,the last time is always the last time
I tendtowardsfindinglostthingsin thelastplacethat Ilook
Thanks, friends.Before writing this, I had in mind a dear friend and poet about my age who was told a few weeks back he had a few more months to live.
It's always moving, until it stops.The spin cycles getting narrower, tighter...No graceful way to step off the carousel, for all the lies the living invent to console themselves.("S/He passed peacefully, in her/his sleep..." And that will have been the first time it ever happened.)
My condolences to you and friends, Vassilis...
Thank you, Conrad.
Lovely, Vassilis. One would hope to grieve for the world, but there's always the other way, the turning away, as with Williams' grandmother:What are all thosefuzzy looking things out there?Trees? Well, I'm tiredof them and rolled her head away.One would rather depart like Blake, singing one's songs in a state of ecstasy....
Billy Blake went out in a blaze of fire wheareas it seems as if the good doc's grandma got tired of trying to tell the forest from the trees.
little fuzzy black "trees"and termites are as-we-speakgrowing in and eating upthe priceless papers. notes, journals, correspondences. photos, mss drafts,& et ceteras that are in non-acid-freeboxes (14 of them) archived in my too leaky, humid shed ....I'm tellin' y'all now ... RIGHT NOW,thatI ain't leaving this Paradiseuntil I get evenmy 1972 Okeanos Rhoos safely into thiscomp-yout-her [computer]so's I can unconditional, and finallywrite a poem or draw an image ofShe&kiss her ass goodbye(meanwhile, the all-knowing Doctor Doomsays that I have 20-30 more years to goso, I better take these little $33 a pill pillsdailyto make sure that I reach my 100 th birthday !then i can say:" all these cute girls.... my muses....I'm tired of them" and roll my head away"
Speaking of papers, notes, journals etc., Bob Lax had his one-room house on Patmos full of books and boxes bursting with little memo tablets full of his poems when Eleni and I visited him in 1994; if I remember correctly, he told us some university students were to archive and upload everything onto a computer—a herculean task but I think most of what Bob wrote has been saved.BTW, since I’m a few years younger than your eminence, before you roll your head away from all those cute little girls—your muses—roll them my way. One’s never too old for one more shot of inspirational gratification.
before a cute grad-student gets to my "stuff" the worms and bugs will have eaten the archives.... and me !these daysit is all that I can do to roll my eyes and/or pee strait....as for my last muse ?here-in are some images of heras I saw her.... ( http://www.moriapoetry.com/bakerebook.pdf......)the print version has the images/art in B/Won the e-book thing.... color .....as far as I knowMoria's total print-run sold out.sorry that I didn't track dow Bob Lax when I was in Greece and near himhowever.I did [ other things ] with ..... what's her name ?
That old harpy, Ed?
not an Harpy but, rather a Shrike as here:http://edbaker.maikosoft.com/shrike/1.html"shrike" has a good sound to just-what-she-wasand after this bird impales it s prey the victim (as well as the she-victor) lets out an horrific s h r i e k !then, just as an Harpy does... feasts on the carcuss ....what was that horrific bird in Greek Mythology ? and her story ?
I have Robert Graves’ two-volume edition of The Greek Myths stashed somewhere in my library and could spend an enjoyable hour or two browsing for it but in this day and age of cyber-myths, everybody Googles!
yeah... but I found the Stymphalion Birds...and thought that an Harpy was / is a Bald Eagle....http://www.theoi.com/Ther/OrnithesStymphalides.html(hey: this google "thing" really works ! No wonder the world's Kulcher is "in the toilette"...everyone is privy (no pun intended) to the same frikin information and use the same tools ...you got an e-mail address.... not that I have much to say: however these blog-dialogues (suck) .