“boy” and “kite” and “wind”
kite: lightwood doweling, rice paper, rice glue, string
wind: out of the northwest, 3-7mph, some gusts
a pilgrim represented as a boy
holds his life represented as a kite
facing fate represented by the wind.
the pilgrim feels fate push against his life.
to get his life aloft
he will supplement fate with effort
represented by his running like the wind.
is subject to
not only the variant wind
plus the speed of the running boy,
but also the surface on which the boy runs
and that which rests on or moves over the surface.
the surface and its denizens
may be thought of as additional fate,
but they are really proof
that metaphors are crude attempts
by the allegorical minds that build them
the kite vanishes.
the wind dies.
the boy weeps.
“Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” –Robert A. Heinlein
My friend from the Philippines, Marlyn Exconde, just challenged me, thus:
- Write about love using only 10 lines.
- Use “love” in every line.
- Each line can only be 4 words long.
- Nominate 10 or so others who are up for the challenge.
- Let them know about the challenge.
- Title the post, Love in Ten Lines
- Include a quote about love
love in ten lines
they who love truly–
with a heartfelt love–
dispense that love willingly,
without reciprocal love required.
love is radiant waveforms.
love is not shakedowns.
love is wishing well;
love returned freely, priceless.
love may seem “lost,”
but LOVE waves–always.
As for nominating ten or so to do this challenge, I nominate S., G., M., K., B., C., A., D., J., and F. If you’ve read this far, and your first name begins with one of those letters, consider yourself nominated! :)
farewell o farewell
though an atheist and nonbeliever in the hereafter
isaac asimov titled the chapter in his autobiography
that detailed his father judah’s death
“farewell to my father”
perhaps isaac the son was paying peculiar respects
acting as if he believed because he knew his father had believed
farewell is a nice command
and it’s natural to toss it around
though the meaning is warped in the tossing
the everly brothers sang “bye bye love”
which strictly speaking means
“god be with you god be with you love”
or even more strictly speaking means
“may god be with you may god be with you love”
giving it the subjunctive
out of respect for god
who is beyond human command
i have slowly been farewelling a profound love affair
to wish it to fare well is honest
a: they are pigs
b: any of various mammals of family suidae?
b: peace officer, derogatorily?
a: no. but there is overlap
b: greedy, dirty or unsavory person?
b: in their defense, their requirements are different. they need trace elements and water.
a: they know better/they made us
b: they need sunlight and stories.
b: yes. stories compel them to excellence. stories comfort them. stories–
a: most of their stories are riddled with falsehoods
b: but the most compelling of them ring with a deeper truth
a: you’ve been dipping into the library of congress again, haven’t you?
Here are two similar takes on the Getz near-profile. There will be one more before the final image is done.
An unintended effect, probably due to the lighting but possibly due to the tablet that took the picture, is the horizontal striping–might induce nostalgia with anyone who was watching television in the 50s or 60s. Late afternoon venetian blind shadows…
My friend, the poet Victoria H. (the H is silent), kindly loaned me a saxophone she had at her house. It helped, getting my hands on a real sax and pressing some of the keys. With a photo source, you’re not quite sure what’s going on, especially with such a complex mechanism. The pads, and pad stops, and keys, seem to be of arbitrarily different sizes in the photos. Now the saxophone is coming to life in my mind.
No more detail studies for this project! It’s the whole sax, or no sax at all. :)
I’d just finished the Stan Getz bio, and, looking for more Getz/Saxism, I looked on the magazine rack of the Burton Barr Phoenix Public Library where I’d returned the book (STAN GETZ: A LIFE IN JAZZ) for Down Beat Magazine. I found it, except its name is jam-sessioned into DownBeat. But lo and behold, KENNY BARRON was on the cover!! Stan Getz called him “The other half of my heart.” Another bonus was that there was an ad for a new cleaning system for musical instruments that involves light, and the photo of the sax on the ad was in gorgeous detail. So I thank the magazine and the LIGHT folks for the photo springboards, and ask them to please not sue nor cease&desist me.
Here’s what happened: