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Louie Louie

have you ever gone
downstairs to a place

where vinyl & plastic
steel strings & code
surrender
to electric
feedback storyland soul

where a single mosquito
buzz thirsty resides

skillful & deft
heart in his ears listening
for blood
pulsing warm beat

i have & i tell you
lifelines are sweet

the delight is gentle the bliss & joy
bites chord memories
ghostly future past

am going downstairs
before winter snows

blind grateful hope
restless & old
embracing
eternal comfort

most affectionate friend play again & again & again ……… Louie Louie ……. amen.

- See: Writings Personal

::note::... each year we meet twice at most ... 25 years ago we met everyday a classroom away ... still the most creative musical educator anyone could meet ... thanks for the afternoon ... take them away jc ...

no place

no place on earth
doomed temple vexing
the water stain islands
on carpet of green
prophesying ruin

random flakes drop from the cracked ceiling tracking decay

on the right
a row of windows
frame intimate gold twilight
concerning least of all
the late night pillar rope pull

all seek consolation in this summer repeating words of romeo

- See: Writings

the faceless socialist

by stefan montalbetti 
july'10 

the faceless socialist is not faceless

the face is not blacked out but whitened out, it is in fact the face which boldly demands attention … a distinctive etched face, ghost-like obliterated, beckons behind the white mask of this agrarian worker behind what? A plough, a gate, a tombstone … holding what in the left hand? A pitchfork, a flag, a spear … a prophet's staff ...

are those fences? Flowing fences where the lone figure poses battle-ready protecting the furrowed earth … one-armed, one-eared, one-buttoned, half-rolled sleeve, the half-known icon, not full frontal, not fenced in, angled … resting, watching, waiting, retreating …

he … though slightly showing … eyeless, mouthless & legless … sees, speaks & stands in the tradition of brothers and sisters proud, strong & free … there is no balance, no justice, no reparation … no thing can heal the outrage done to …

the not faceless

- See: Writings, Art

::note:: ... my son gifted me this and another "father Gray" a couple of days ago ... brought it over with a meal he had made & some beer ... he's taking a summer print-making art class towards completion of a history degree & this summer he plays Romeo in a student R&J production ... i admire his intuitive power ...

if only i feared

if only i feared death
the sky would not darken
if i had no word
the grass would brown
if i had thistles in my mouth
the wind blown seeds would land
if i had freedom in my heart
the great flood would not come
if i opened my eyes
the sky would darken.

- See: Writings

:: note :: ... nothing to note ...

Mortgaged Time

The ocean water, one thousand and eight eyed,
opens its lids of white foam
to axe you, wide and deep
sixty years long.

fall my heart, from the temple of time
fall, you blossoms, from rain drenched branches
fall, as tears fall from the widened eye

Dark words, harder days are coming
where Korea's sky blackens the earth,
it's wounded tiger seeks a cave for its hate
handing you the monks bowl of rice water.

A handful of pain is lost in the sunken ships.
Only hope cowers blinded by the flame
Where Korea's earth blackens the sky,
a hand looks for solace and fills the plaza with yearning.

Before winter hears the call through the first sun
the unspeakable, said softly, steals over the land.
- See: Writingsx :: note :: ... the first anniversary of my visit to Korea ... an Ingeborg Bachmann In the Storm of Roses mashup ...

fall down

"They have given us war and we are going to give them war back."

Who doubts a worse world may fall down. Together, not out of cowardice, nor provocation with tears carving the cheek as if a funeral, as if extinguished, whether at protests or among prisoners. The hooded, the convergence and those who lowered their visors, hoisted their shields dare. Isolated islands in the Han river dream leaders and visitors will not return to dream armament. Bear witness, for a moment, fear and force stopped. - See: Writings

:: note :: ... attempting to see what cannot be seen ...