Foul-mouthed Sweet People

As you’d say, “Fuckface,
You’ve been dead sixteen years now. ”
If you could know though
You would know—not forgotten
Still there are silent spaces

You once filled for us all with
Profanity and kindness

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Depth Charge: Written on the 16th Anniversary of Bob Read’s death.

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Ancestral Sonnet and Remembrance Tankas: Responses to Li Qingzhao’s “Little Overlapping Hills”

Ancestral Sonnet

Now the ginkgoes are golden,
The ash trees completely bare,
The locust half-green, half-brown,
And soon the Day of the Dead’s
Slow parade of our deceased
Will limp like our damaged dreams
Through the darkened, leaf-strewn streets,
Lines stretching all the way back
To a random single-celled
Organism’s fatal wish
To exist and so begin
The terrible rhythms of
Recombining DNA,
Reproduction and decay.

Remembrance Tankas

After the rain—remembrance
After the rain—the perfume
Of endless decay
The wan moon pulls the dark tides
Onto sleeping shores

A restless sleeper
Tossing—turning—clutching sheets
To fend off the cold
Of another dream-plagued night
The bed both too big—too small

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Depth charge: This Li Qingzhao poem sparked two poems, only tangentially ralated, but somehow forming a unified response. The first is a fractured sonnet and the second mirrored tankas. Both responses convert the season of the original, spring, into an autumn setting.

Tune: “Little Overlapping Hills”
by Li Qingzhao

Spring returns to my lonely chamber,
Once more spring grass is lush and green.
Some red plum blossoms are open,
Others have yet to bloom.
I grind tea bricks into fine jade powder
In a pot carved with azure clouds,
Still under the spell of the morning’s dream,
Till all of a sudden I am woken
By a jug of spring.

Flower shadows press at the double gate,
Pale moonlight silvers the translucent curtains.
A beautiful evening!
Three times in two years
We’ve missed the spring.
Come back without further ado
And let’s enjoy our fill of this spring!

Translated by Jiaosheng Wang.

Here is all the ci/词 and responses to it on this blog.

小重山李清照
春到长门春草青。江梅些子破,未开匀。碧云笼碾玉成尘。留晓梦,惊破一瓯春。
花影压重门。疏帘铺淡月,好黄昏。二年三度负东君,归来也,著意过今春。

小重山李清照
春到長門春草青。江梅些子破,未開勻。碧雲籠碾玉成塵。留曉夢,驚破一甌春。
花影壓重門。疏簾鋪淡月,好黃昏。二年三度負東君,歸來也,著意過今春。

Xiǎo chóngshān Lǐ Qīngzhào
Xiǎo chóngshān  chūn dào cháng mén chūncǎo qīng. Jiāng méi xiē zi pò, wèi kāi yún. Bì yún lóng niǎn yùchéng chén. Liú xiǎo mèng, jīng pò yī ōu chūn.  Huāyǐng yā chóng mén. Shū lián pù dàn yuè, hǎo huánghūn. Èr nián sān dù fù dōng jūn, guīlái yě, zhuóyìguò jīnchūn.

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We know the dust of our bones

Arboles de la Vida. Photo by Mario Rendon

Photo by Mario Rendon

Star-blooded beings
We can trace our ancestry
Back to the bright stars
We know the dust of our bones
Rests in galaxy-sized graves

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Depth Charge: The starting point for this poem was another line from Oliver Goldsmith’s The Citizen of the World: “The lowest mechanic however looks upon it as his duty to be a watchful guardian of his country’s freedom, and often uses a language that might seem haughty, even in the mouth of the great emperor who traces his ancestry to the moon.”  I wonder how Goldsmith would have reacted to the fact that every living thing on the planet, indeed the Earth itself, can trace its ancestry to long dead stars? If you would like to read all the cosmologically connected writings on this blog, click here.

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Scraps of windblown crowd

Beaded Skulls by Mario Rendon

Photo by Mario Rendon

Scraps of windblown crowd
Purposefully race around
The darkening town
Each evening eager to get
Home—or at least someplace else

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Depth Charge: This poem arose out of an accidental misreading of  the first line of yesterday’s poem, The night’s blackboard sky—much less, and should,I think, be unified into a single double-tanka poem.

Scraps of windblown cloud
Viciously scrub at the moon
But fail to erase
The night’s blackboard sky—much less
My memories of your face

Scraps of windblown crowd
Purposefully race around
The darkening town
Each evening eager to get
Home—or at least someplace else

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A new chapbook, as close as the clouds by Andrew Grimes Griffin, is available for free reading online and/or download.

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Day of the Dead 2013

Day of the Dead skull from Mario

This Day of the Dead
The hard rain is warm—snaking
In wind-driven sheets
Racing the fallen brown leaves
Along still sleeping black streets

These curtains of rain
Parting give us some relief
Rinse the dust and salt
From our tender landlocked eyes
But still leave us high and dry

Now that you are dust
In my eyes—I wish you’d known
This warm fresh water
But we are all sea creatures
Betrayed by our saline tears

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Depth Charge: As promised here, I have a new poem about the unseasonably ware rain of Nov 1, 2103. Thanks to Super Mario for my Dia de Muertos sugar skull.

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My Deathday— Choose Your Universe Wisely by Clank

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

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My Deathday — This Poem Is a Knife by Lynn Henry, Part II — The Poem

This-poem-is-a-knife-1- by Lynn Henry This-poem-is-a-knife-2 This-poem-is-a-knife-3

This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.

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To go to the My Deathday main page click here