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

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tonight added Many Musics, II, xl, "Near Memorial," KD and I were down in Portland, the huge park there, a Vietnam War memorial, laid out along a winding path as stones devoted to each year of the War, events at home, ordinary ones like elections and fairs, versus the build up and ultimate blood madness of the War. It was like a letter to the soldiers, what happened while they were away. The poem came a bit later, under tall trees, quiet, sad. If there was no more war, I wouldn't miss writing poems on it in the least. IN THE LEAST.

[judih]

and just in time Many Musics grows. i woke up this morning, hoping.

who would mind not having war as a subject? don't know, ray, but if there were no more wars, i'm sure our words would wrap themselves around the beauty of a planet where people work together to keep the earth healthy.

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tonight added Many Musics, II, xli, Always With You, this poem, its title especially, came from a vision I had, an enth vision, of a presence in my life, not defined, not named, but a presence, reassuring and hopeful...the presence is in this poem even if it is not evident from the words, drives the words themselves...

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this morning added Many Musics, II, xliii, Full Moon Over Desert, this was my Burning Man 2007 poem...there have been some BMs when I wrote more, but this was the one I wrestled with this year...I was at a temple there, a huge and beautiful structure, but it only bothered me, how most men gather only among themselves and their history for worship, or consideration of the sacred, or the nature of the universe...it's not enough, does not explain, leaves most full of answers that are insufficient to the mysteries they bear and behold, half-knowing, about them, constantly...

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Tonight added Many Musics, II, xliii, Prosper, I've been possessed lately by an idea of the Beast in men and maybe all of nature, its ambiguous nature, its conflicting truths, and a clearing in the woods shaped like a temple, visual ideas without necessarily meaning yet...

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Today added Many Musics, II, xliv, "Tumult's Fine," the first of several poems written at the newly re-opened Seattle Art Museum, which KD and I got to see just before we moved. Pollock's art looks like:
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It's called Abstract Expressionism, and one can lose one's self in its forms and colors. So I did...

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Tonight added Many Musics, II, xlv, "Yonder Fear," responding to a terrifying, beautiful piece of glasswork at the Seattle Art Museum...some of Dale Chihuly's work can be seen at: http://www.holstengalleries.com/artists/category/39

I thought, what if I had the chance to be other, to be a gorgeous piece of glasswork, would I trade in my humanity? I wondered, and do not know still...

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http://www.happyshadows.com/okeeffe/Ima ... n-1924.jpg

Above Georgia O'Keeffe picture is the one I was responding to, also to sam strange end-times idea in my head that it inspired as I studied it. How people will change and not change even to the end...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, xlvii, Last Night's Question, I just don't believe and can't abide that humans are the earth's greatest creation, not among them, but THE...or that we are by nature "stewards of the earth" when we do so lousy taking care of our own...there's more to it, and I do not know what...I just hope...

[Syd]

If it were not for Sol, Earth would not be earth.

[judih]

stewards?
maybe
messengers with the possibility to get the message right
it's there
if we know how to deliver

if we can't,
it'll be out on our collective ass
(remember Sun Ra singing about Nuclear War? similar kind of message)

keep writin, ray

[cenacle]

tonight Many Musics, II, xlviii, "Barrage," a dark poem in a long run of dark poems, an obsession with faith by a heart that believes in little but the effort, and the music...arrival is an offering hand, home is the hope that one day it is accepted, and held...

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Tonight added Many Musics, II, xlix, Work of Years, written some months ago now but odd to be adding it now...since it mulls mortality, what one is by one's own hand, what one is by genes and chance...my father died recently, and trying to reck that formula past few days has done me no good...we suffer for being alive, and choose and act, perhaps, to make the suffering worth it...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, l, Late Requiem for a Brother, he died years ago, but heart's memory is a funny thing...what we remember, how deeply, there is a lack of daytime logic to it...

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tonight added Many Musics, II, li, Tameless Hours, one more bedamned attempt to explain to myself how things are, and a song not an explanation comes...