Many Musics, second series ***complete***

[cenacle]

tonight added Many Musics, II, xxvii, Blockage, the years are a poison, and an analgesic both...a cause to cry without end, a cause to thank something somewhere for every new one given...no solid neutral ground in this universe...

[judih]

neutrals are transitory, we need to release our seatbelts and surf the ups and downs.

blockage makes it harder, yet i tend to cling.
talk about it ray, keep writing your music.

[cenacle]

tonight added Many Musics, II, xxviii, Notes to a Later Morning, whatever I get from this poem, the line "happiness is pleasure in presence" will I'm sure stick a long while, a challenge as much as a truth...

[cenacle]

This morning added Many Musics, II, xxix, Blind Torso, I'm not sure where this one came from but maybe another kind of thinking about suffering, about relation to the world, about what brings peace of mind, if anything...

[cenacle]

tonight added Many Musics, II, xxx, "Not Peace," I came out of a movie theatre downtown Seattle, there was this bearded fanatic shoving tracts into people's hands, I walked on then walked back, got in his face, told him he has no more secret path to some singular universal truth than the rest, he yelled about free speech, but usually the fanatical ones will yell that til they get in power and then it's free speech if you lock in line with them only...the poem came an hour or two later, I was shocked how angry I'd gotten, and knew I had to burn through it in words...

[cenacle]

Today added Many Musics, II, xxxi, Remedial, "everything shits, everything's soil," I think this gets at my idea that one is many is one is all is many is one...

[cenacle]

This afternoon added Many Musics, II, xxxii, "Waking Hour's New," sometimes I just get to trying to sum it all from some mind's eye height, down to the fewest words, distill to least possible...

[cenacle]

this morning added Many Musics, II, xxxiii, Moving Hard, sex, want, hunger, push, mystery, drive, what the fuck is any of it anyway, fucking and dying, or something else, or...

[cenacle]

Today added Many Musics, II, xxxiv, News from War, I was thinking of our SPF friend Judih, living her life with her family as war sounds nearby in Israel, and others, in Iraq, in Afghanistan, in Sudan, how people hide and cower, but also wash dishes, sing, make love, plant gardens, and yes the fucking War goes on, it's all one fucking War, in many times and places, but so does the peace, the making, the tending, the dreaming, the birthing, the dying....

[cenacle]

Today added Many Musics, II, One & All, going for that big statement in few words again, see all in one, one in many, many in all...

[cenacle]

this morning added Many Musics, II, xxxvi, Cadmium Skies...I was thinking about the futility of power, how it swallows, how a corpse emerges one day...I can't think but that kindness toward others and one's own soul is the only answer...whether or not an afterlife, what is this one for but to love and understand, comfort and sweet the hours for all?

[cenacle]

Today added Many Musics, II, xxxvii, Curvilinear, I was thinking of time moving forward and backware, by physics and memory, how the future and the past are constantly colliding in the moment, there is no stillness, just lesser winds in a given hour...

[judih]

'salmon dusk'
makes transitions sweet
always a new sky to deliver encouragement

[cenacle]

Tonight added Many Music, II, xxxviii, Demise: A Wish, just not a stone and a hole please, all to dust sooner than later, and if there is a hereafter let it take something other with it than these tired bones...let them disintegrate and float free forever...k?

[cenacle]

this morning added Many Musics, II, "All Night," a poem I wrote late in a Saturday KD and I were traveling all sorts of kinds of places mental and physical in Seattle...thinking my damned freak thoughts, hehe...