Nick Wallenda
Photo by Chris O’Meara of AP Photo
At gillettenewsrecord.com
walking the high wire
there is pestilence abroad
streets are contagious
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All posts for the month July, 2013
Photo by Guillaime Gaudet
At guillaimegaudet.photoshelter.com
marquees explode
man-made novas
unleash their solarian glare
blow the skirts of the night
from theatrical legs
unabashedly poised for applause
alluring with tattoos
of titillant scenes
and greasepaint aromas
competitive colors
chase circlets of decadent
halos for playwrights
(Reblog of an old item – reflections & musings)
I carelessly cut my finger while preparing lunch. For several days thereafter I found myself scrutinizing that finger under bright light in order to keep it clean and surgically redressed for healing. And in the process it occurred to me that the distinctively mapped form of my fingerprint evokes similar patterns seen elsewhere in nature.
I’ve seen them in the formative grain of new-sawn oak or a knotty pine board, stemming from the very concentric rings that enliven any tree. I’ve seen them in the pattern of water finding its drain, in the stone-thrown ripples on the surface of a pond, in the conforming ridges of a seashell.
I’ve seen them in radar depictions of isobaric pressures or a gathering storm, in the topographical contours of land elevations or sea depths. I’ve seen them in the illustrations of concentric arcs of light waves and sound waves, when I was…
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Anthony Weiner
Photo from politico.com
saw a scrap in the gutter
afloat on a wash of
gray city and dog shit
from yesterday’s storm
just a torn strip of headline
“He Stays in the Mayoral Race”
so I waited and watched
till a sewer sucked it down
with a satisfied swallow
then moved for my
train to New Jersey
“Head of Garlic”
Painting by Julian Merrow-Smith
At shiftinglight.com
most precious of bulbs
when sautéed in olive oil
infuses my blood
(A reblog of a some items I posted in February as experiments with a mathematically derived poetry form.)
Fibonacci 1
To
Write
Is to live
Inside of your mind
Fibonacci 2
Math
Reigns
Supreme
Over words
Forming foundation
For expression of conception
Fibonacci 3
Love
Hurts
Mostly
Younger hearts
Whose fragile notions
Of romance break so easily
Fibonacci 4
When
Did
Culture
Find root in
Permissive values
Sprouting unsavory branches
That drop their poisonous fruit upon hungry masses
Fibonacci 5
Deep
Down
Where lurk
One’s darkest
Irrational fears
Works the engine of self-loathing
That transmogrifies men into merciless tyrants
Fibonacci 6
Man
Acts
Within
Ethical
Boundaries only
If morality was instilled
During boyhood years of character development
Requiring a family environment that incubates genuine integrity
Fibonacci 7
Phi
Tells
To all
The golden
Number that conveys
The mystical Golden Ratio
Fundamental to an aesthetic geometry
That gives pleasing comprehension of the arts and cues the abstract beauty of nature
( A reblog of a piece I posted in February)
Exploring our newly adopted state of New Hampshire a few years ago, we discovered quite a lovely location. It’s known as “Cathedral of the Pines,” located in the rural town of Rindge, tucked into the southwestern tier of the state.
US Air Force bomber pilot Sanderson “Sandy” Sloane and his bride Peg had planned to build their home on this spot, after WWII ended. But, sadly, Sloane was killed when he was shot down over Germany in 1944. His grieving parents created this site to honor his memory, and that of others who paid the supreme sacrifice for their country.
Words cannot adequately describe its beauty or serenity. Outdoor pews consist of rustic hewn benches, with seating for two thousand, spread out beneath a forest canopy of towering pines. They face an equally rustic stone altar erected at the very edge of the mountain. Every state in the union donated…
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“Village Lawyer”
Painting by Pieter Brueghel
At artgallery2000.com
casino lawyers
turn courtrooms to gaming halls
live high on the vig
(revised)
beady-eyed lawyers
turn courtrooms to casinos
live high on the vig
“Signature”
Photo by Royalty-Free/Corbis
At holytaco.com
writing poetry
heals the unoccupied life
mental hygiene
Staphylococcus Bacteria
Photo from bacterialinfection.net
on the bones of an afternoon
came a grasshopper wind
driving pebbles of plague
through the weave of a veil
meant for sandstorming deserts
not farms amid forests
or sterilized hospital halls
letting uncanny demons
discover unseeable holes
to make nest in the brain
where they noisily feed
on unchastened ideas
Poesy plus Polemics 