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An ideology that took root

31. An ideology that took root

A film about Fascism,

In a garden with shadowy eagles,

Reflecting on the ancient definition of Flowers.

2. An ideology that took root 6. An ideology that took root

A shadowy figure

Behind a windowbox of plants or flowers,

Reminding me of the mysterious, ornate windows I’d seen

Walking about Rome.

16. An ideology that took root

And the Political-noir

Of an ideology that took root,

Thrown in sharp relief by flickering street lamps,

Mussolini’s definition of Fascism,

The Imperial Eagle of Ancient Rome,

& Flowers at a memorial.

10. An ideology that took root

My uncle


When he was young & wounded,

Laughing on the telephone about

A flower pot tossed

From an upper story,

Barely missing.

21. An ideology that took root23. An ideology that took root
And concerning the decision I made,

I would have told my son to do the same.

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Rays of an Ancient Light Driving You Home


Did you possibly imagine (you couldn’t have)


On that youthful, sun-dappled afternoon in Missouri,


The rays of an ancient light caressing your skin & inspiration, when you were


A skipping stone striking at the perfect angles & gaining your balance,


Amusedly & perfectly crossing a warm stream at the edge of town,


The water fresh and the fences down,


Driving home after closing time…


The years marking your skin in ways the Great Depression & the


Enemy in the Pacific Ocean marked your psyche, past an abandoned brewery,


Seeing the quiet streets coming up fast like a flood, silent as a submarine,


Balancing on wet stones, laughing as you splashed & driving home


After closing time, to a lonely house, impervious to depth charges,


Past the dislodged bricks of the abandoned brewery,


Imagining that sun-splashed afternoon & shallow, sparkling water,


Your children crossing streams within darkened rooms,


Finding their balance, in ways the enemy


Marked your psyche & warm afternoons caressed your inspiration,


An ancient star illuminating quiet streets, starlight splashing,


Streaming into and beyond abandoned spaces,


Rays of an ancient light driving you home.


For Whom the Tiger Lilies Toll


Tiger Lily,

Jumping at the sun,

Singing to my mother,

Your jitterbugging effervescence


Seen in the rear-view mirror,

In the light of

Swimwear fashion-history


The tragic reversal of

Original alchemical




The destruction of the Bikini Atoll

By American nuclear testing for war preparedness



And the subsequent starvation of relocated islanders,


As well as the irradiation & poisoning of the native, original environment.

black and tan


Intersected, by the frolic of


Designed & sewn by a Parisian -

Shall I editorialize,

Paraphrasing Yeats: Rag & bone shop

Of the physical,

Or simply,

Fashion design house



The blast psychology of the atomic bomb


Within & upon

Contemporary, popular culture,


Mirroring the undoing:

 Alchemical atomic nothingness unleashed


Fauna and flora, coral & the seabed…

Only one year earlier

Undressing & disintegrating


Hiroshima and Nagasaki.


The Bikini


Introduced to the public


Five days after the blast


On the Atoll.


My mother adored Tiger Lilies.


My brother delivered her ashes

Into a forest,

Spreading them across the roots and moss -

Shaking her into the wind -

Planting again her Tiger Lily bulbs,


On the West Coast.


Where have all the flowers gone?


Original photograph by Grahame Garner (1964) of women with a Ban the Bomb banner in Brisbane, Australia.

Source: http://espace.library.uq.edu.au/view/UQ:114192

I do not own copyright to this image and have altered it for purposes of non-commercial commentary under fair use provisions.


An Asymmetrical Drawing Lightly & Beyond

spontaneous sketch

You might think the birds would fly three dimensionally

Into this their second body of branches and leaves,

Tuning a vibrational revelation at mechanisms

Attuned eons ago to invisible knowledge,

Whispering upon silent migration,

 Twigs and victorious feather,

Summery din of magic,

Sunlight swooping,

Midnight vine

Asleep in





I glean pathways, spiralling gyres, thin vivacious lines

Echoing in silvery twigs & prehistorical symbolism,

Glimmering beyond this garden of fallen souls,

 A volcanic woman nesting like a blue bird,

Her bed an ancient sea of knowledge,

Flowering & blooming oceanic sky

Harmonizing & hammering,

Hypnotizing shadows arc

Perceiving caravans,

Intuiting stone,






Those nights and days, mostly nights, shaded and cool,

Illuminated by the slow voyaging of distant starlight,

 Songs of star-birds meandering far from magnetic

Fields with soft grasses imprinted upon wings,

Upon all motion, this hand with pen, now

A decision as if Original Idea, golden

Original Thought, in purposeful

 Cascading winds, lighting

Archways & beyond,

Whose feathers

And twigs



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Atomic War and the Baseball Championship At Stake

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Earlier that day in school

We were told to ‘duck and cover.’

The teacher explained:

Those communists will soon lay waste

To the surrounding farmland and fields,

The blast will be as brilliant as the sun.

Do not look into it!

Charred flesh and animal remains will be

Driven by the force of the wind through the classroom windows.

Pray to god they do not launch multiple warheads:

Evaporating the dairy farms,

Tractor dealerships and pine forests.

night game

You must, as one, kneel beneath your desks,

Noses pressed into the floor,

Knuckles clasped firmly behind your heads,

Under no circumstances open your eyes!

cloud ball

I stared at lines

On the wooden floor

Wondering how deep

The grooves went.

cloud ball

Sometimes they led us into the basement,

Turning the lights off:

I listened to breathing

In the black, damp air:

A multitude of moist

Nostrils inhaling




That night at the baseball game we were playing for the championship.

‘Everything depends on tonight’s effort,’ said the coach.


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Every Day A Bucket Goes Through the World and We Were By the Pool

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I wondered about all the ways a bucket

Could go through the world:


Metaphorically, Emotionally, Politically, Sexually.



And I wondered about the actions of the process:

Drilling, Lulling, Hypnotizing.

Seducing, Elucidating, Revealing.



To what outcome I asked myself:

In what shape of hole or chasm

Does the bottom fall out?

some kind og

Is negative space the new positive?

double bucket book

Does the bucket absorb the shape of the earth

And lose itself,

 Once or forever?

yellow bird

I asked myself these questions and meditated upon the possible answers.

No I didn’t.

one day

We were at a pool and the girl I liked was on a towel next to me,

And when I said I loved the Bob Marley song

Coming over the loudspeakers

She said she hated it.

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I Have Learned So Much by Hafiz





So much from God

That I can no longer



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A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,

a Buddhist, a Jew.


The Truth has shared so much of Itself

With me


That I can no longer call myself

A man, a woman, an angel,

Or even a pure



Love has

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash

And freed



Of every concept and image

my mind has ever known.

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From: ‘The Gift’  

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

thouest thou only

I did the ink drawing in my Moleskin sketchbook within the last few days

using a Micron drawing pen with archival ink.

And the digital manipulations of the image within the last 24 hours or so

using Photoshop 5.

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Air and Fire as Force

in black rain

Xenophanes is said to have argued against the thesis that the world breathes: he must have been thinking of some Ionian nature-philosophers. Possibly Anaximenes originated the idea.

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Aristotle says that among older Pythagoreans was a similar belief; its advocates connected it with the theory that the world contained empty space.

the ice storm

Sextus says that the Pythagoreans and Empedokles based it on their creed that the fellowship of men is not merely with one another and with the gods, but includes animals: “For there is one pneuma which pervades, like a soul, the entire universe and which also makes us one with them.”

cosmic physics

By adding the opposites dry and moist, hot and cold, to pneuma, thinkers were able to differentiate the pneuma of psyche, dry and warm, from the pneuma of physis (world of plants), moist and cold.

as emotional

Orphic theology represented the psyche as entering the newborn child on wings of wind.

in detritus

We are not sure how far air was active or passive in early formulations. There seems a confusion in Aristotle and later writers, perhaps through a linking of air and water-vapour.


Poseidonios makes moisture produce the chill of air over marshy ground; but his pupil Cicero stressed the caloric content of air.

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Ploutarch pointed to the active role of air in freezing water, and assigned air a mid-position between fire and water.

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The Stoics made air and fire active.

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Ch. 6  – Air and Fire as Force

Blast Power & Ballistics: Concepts of Force & Energy in the Ancient World

 by Jack Lindsay

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 I do not own the copyright to the original image

of the auto-insurance agent found in the Toronto Star.

I altered it for purposes of commentary

under fair use provisions.

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I Know The Way You Can Get by Hafiz

coffee face on lid

I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of Love:

Evidence Bcoffee stain 1

Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.

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Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.

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Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one’s self.

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O I know the way you can get

If you have not been drinking Love:

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You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.

coffee mountain

You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.


You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once


2 coffee

I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love’s


3 coffee

That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And Wanting,

Just Wanting to help.

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That is why Hafiz says:

Bring your cup near me.

For all I care about

Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

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All a Sane man can ever care about

Is giving Love!

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From: I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

A Sequential Meditation, Concerning Two Images, With Variations

meditation 1

We saw the

Haunted expression

On her thin, young face,

Digging out books

Half-buried in the rubble

Of her neighbourhood.

meditation 3

Who did she lose?

meditation 7

We saw

News flashes from Ferguson,

Reviving memories

Of roots & branches in

Martin Luther King’s

Cascading & thunderous

 Vision of Love. 

meditation 9

We discover books as


Meaningful as Old Ideas & New Ideas,

Meaningful in texture and weight,

Fluttering like birds, singing or calling

Your name, her name.

meditation 10

We listened

To the bulletins from Palestine,

Remembering Martin Luther King’s

Historical analysis/ lack of paralysis,

A prophetic

Vision of Peace.

meditation 25

Pages lay motionless in the sun-drenched wind,

Their script fading to a whisper.

meditation 14

Heat and humidity envelop Little Dixie,

Chains click and rattle like ghosts,

An officer of the law/ empties his weapon/ into an unarmed man,

What has been done cannot be undone.

meditation 15

Plantation windows shutter shut,

She trembles, avoiding shards of glass.

meditation 12

The road is steep, leading to the fields,

Flowing with vanished olive groves.

meditation 16

She wears a paper-thin dress against danger from the sky.

meditation 18

“The arc of the moral universe is long

But it bends towards justice.”

meditation 28

The future rumbles

Like distant thunder,



A Vision of Justice.

Meditation 11 copy

She cups her hands,

Alabaster stars radiate,

In the cauldron,

Of an obsidian void.

meditation 25


The photograph of the Palestinian girl climbing over the rubble collecting her books was uncredited. The photographer of Martin Luther King is unknown to me. Upon discovery I will post the information. I do not own the rights to the original images. I have created new works for purposes of juxtaposition and commentary under fair use provisions.



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