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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Chaski

Each journey
A relay with your
twins or triplets
till you meet the next
who can see what
you are about to see
and close to what
he is about to see


Chaski from pg 19, Forest primeval to park Avenue, The Routes of Man, Ted Conover

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Good of Culture

Cross Kneed


To alleviate pain
Unfurl
only to cross at shins
Why cross?
The good unknown to us
like an appendix
If time is the teacher
why lament on generation

Saturday, March 20, 2010

With time

And out upon that naked lift of pasture
Where lay her stillborn child, she came, and there
Was caught in the wash and welter of two waves
Of life.

Ann Garner,James Agee
An interesting interview of Andrew Hudgins, the editor of Agee's selected poems.

Imagine all the things we lost,
safe in the waves somewhere
far away from us.
These dont diminish
as they recede.

Those who are next to it
are married to the sea
But how is the sea a refuge
for those who are not

Ironic that some time ago when I saw a foreign pop song where a guy throws letters into the oceans, it was unbearable to see.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Snow

In the Realms of the Unreal, a small girl in pink is watching the snow fall, through a window. Her arms are close to her body but her reflection in the glass shows them slightly away. May be its right to alter the reflection. May be thats how her mind feels, alittle free, watching the snow fall. As the narrator feels that he could watch it all night, I wonder if I can watch the sunny afternoon all along.
A group of people sit on a bench. they are tols that they are in a place for skiing. The snow patch is thin, then after all their motive to be there might be questioned. There is a patch of connecting ice on a tree. Then it starts snowing. In some place the snow falls definitely in big blobs.
May be the people will be stranded in th house for long.
A big bird on the road is feeding on something. A small bird by its ear is extracting something useful. A man and his son watch this in a blanket. Once the bird is done eating, it contracts itself closer to earth and expands itself longitudinally, ready to follow the movement of the watchers. I close my eyes and stay calm.
Last evening was the beginning of heat.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Blood shed

In abundance things look different.
A cut covered in bandaid is
different from a bottle of blood.
Through the plastic like grape juice.
cauldron of all types
jerry cans of it
all transparent, not just to contain
but to seethe, to pour, roll, waste
lie mute but still bubble as screams

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Weeds

In the office parking lot
in enclosed curbs lay
some morning glory bushes
the one with the flowers
lay the farthest
looking like mini
Wilson weed.

Afar a medium sized
palm tree
when I could see its
whole length
its like I found a
place to
sit under

urged by
Pausing from Haiku mind, Patricia Donegan

Turn over

This morning I woke up to moonlight
from the window
where I pulled the blinds to make way
for the next days sun.
Last full moon morning we were
up at Piestewa peak watching the
biggest moon west

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The wrinkles on my shirt are gyri
the depression are the sulci

With batter I can make them
lie at an angle and then meld

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If each side of our brain had symmetrical functions, then one side injury would make the other side emotional? Internal phantom limb or would it go crazy with the unhealthy signals?

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Each hemisphere moves the opposite side of the body. Why should it be so?

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How do radioactive isotopes used in Positron Emission Tomography cross the blood- brain barrier?



Brain, The complete Mind - Michael S Sweeney

Monday, February 22, 2010

Adult by choice

The sea animal that can stay juvenile
(ask the lady at the phoenix zoo)
Is it scared of growing up
what if it could become an adult
and then reverse molt like a millipede
if it doesnt like

Periodomorphosis in 'Millipede Summers, Silurian Nights' by Sue Hubbell

Sunday, February 7, 2010

To be made

the model of the poet for whom all of reality can enter the poem - Michael Davidson

To be made

poetry that attempts to become responsible for all a poet knows about himself and his world - Clayton Eshelman

Friday, January 22, 2010

Tool use




The first I heard of it
by an animal is a story
in which a thirsty crow
makes the water level
in a pot rise by
dropping gravel into it.

One optimistic crow
that will always
find the half filled
glass full

As I watch a congo
chimpanzee pound a bee hive
I wonder how it can hold the
stick in its sole
wrapping around it like that
leg of its were a third hand
free to do the holding while
its arms support its weight
on the tree

like our hands free to hold
the cellphone while
still walking