Monday, June 30, 2014

dream job?

talking to my brother Jeremy tonight and the subject of water came up, because he is getting ready to move across from a river. i remembered that his ideal spot when he was learning how to meditate and needed to go somewhere beautiful in his mind it was to a river. So he had a manifested a dream...IN THE SUBURBS OF DENVER!

I told him how magical it was to be near water for me, the amazing time I had at the lake the weekend before WHICH I SOMEHOW MANIFESTED. I told him about how on my 41 day vow of silence I read about a Russian cult leader of a nomadic tribe who would council his people to submerge themselves in water seven times a day and they would plan their perigrinations around river and lake crossings. This resonated with me and I have been trying to get in at least once a day ever since.

A shower is usual, but I find that in natural bodies of water the vibrations are much stronger. Positive ions or something.

That made me think of the woman I met on a recent tour of Wave Hill in the Bronx. She touched every tree she passed. I asked her why and she said that ever since she had become a Reiki practitioner she could feel their energy. As soon as she told me this it resonated and I knew it would effect the rest of my life in much the same way as reading about the Russian "saint" had. I would touch more trees because of HER energy.

Then I thought about a show I caught on TV in the hotel room when I went to Myrtle Beach with my in-laws a few months ago. It was called Naturescene and it was just a couple of naturalists walking through the woods and pointing out interesting things about the flora and fauna all around them. I could have watched the show for days.

I fantasized on the phone with my brother about putting a show together like that for my own surroundings, looking for some interesting naturalists of different varieties and walking through Central Park, or Prospect Park. But make it a little more out there, maybe bring literature into the mix somehow. Make the show that I myself would like to watch.

"One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes" Frank O'hara


Saturday, June 28, 2014

The beautiful game (for A.M Olin)

On the deck of Down The Hatch
Overlooking ducks & boats
The game is over now but
Man was it beautiful to watch

muscles rippling as they flew
Down the field with every fiber bent
Toward the goal and what else to do
But spend it all til your spent?

Except maybe sit here in perfect stasis
The caress of the breeze off the lake
Blowing through your cotton lace
For my ever-loving sake.



Concision

Reading Mina Loy this morning after having immersed myself for the last few weeks I'm Hart Crane and floored by the similarity of their sensibilities. Then heard two birds singing IN UNISON outside my window. The world congeals.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Anselm Berrigan recently gave me back a few poems I had given him in the mid 90's, most of which I no longer had a copy of. I was glad that they still existed in the world and grateful to see them again. Some I can't even remember writing. I only vaguely remember this one, written with Mikhal Koslosky in Ecuador, but the feeling comes back into sharp relief.

Sakahachi in Iburra

This town was interesting.
The Marco De Villa came by
and pounced on your shadow.

"Nine-three-six," he called
as he got smashed,
"are you practicing or
just making noise?"

What if I told him, "Oh yeah?
Wafers, carmellos, coffee
chocolate and coconuts,"
and then said, "man."

You would think I was joking.

Over-ridden by a shawl full of luggage
woven hay and beetles
as big as fifty sucre pieces.