Friday, May 20, 2016

"Polished Pebbles" -- 7 short writings

Polished Pebbles – 7 short pieces

1

From
From sweltering mud swells the lotus
From rending briars arises the rose
Spring comes from winter
Gardens from dung
Butterflies from worms
Diamonds from coal
Dawn from darkness
And we from me.

2

 

Void
Your name is tender to my ear

Your face is sacred to my sight

We conspire with every breath

And touch with every footfall.

 

"The solemn truth for Man

Is his utter solitude,"

Thus intoned the one.

But Ama I'm alone with you.

 

At work I task for you

At home I chore for you

These family, these friends --

Loved, touched, and known for you.

 

I kill distrust

I kill all doubt

Dissolving my world

And dare the void.

 

3

American Prophecy

PART 2

America immortal

Shall amalgamate the leading race

People her lakes with dolphins

And create by mind the allheal.

Her rivers shall swell

The broken sky will for a time cost life

Before adding much more.

The sick lakes will stew and dry

Till nature and man bow to each other.

Dragons shall emerge from their slumber

And be ridden across the skies

And long before the ocean dries

A new continent will arise in the Pacific

Belonging to Allists

Who bind religions as one.

 

Mormonism will be proven true

As ancient cities are revealed by God,

Islam shall reform

Christianity congeal into one

Odin will return bodily

And startle the world

Pagan faiths will revive

All that is dead will live

The dodo return

As shall the passanger pigeon

And the dinosaurs.

Science will resurrect

Our heroes and saints

And finally everyone

As the ocean dries up to make room.

 

When the sun finally dies

The earth will become a great ship

Seeking a new star

Who will gladly receive her.

Thus it is and thus it shall be

So says Ama

Vivoce!

 

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4

I'm a glutton for alembicated lines and lubricated phrases, the songster's caw and the chanter's repetition -- the moves and grooves of an ultimate period, boldly building into a final form upon a formidable trope, as a magician grabbing the inside of cloak with a flick of the wrist reversing its color, so the wit and whimsy of a prankish pendant recasts the scheme, as Melville, as William Gass, a clever turn of phrase, an insinuating word that works like the coiled bones of whales Eskimos would freeze in seal fat so that after a wolf swallowed down the bone it would open in the guts of the beast and tear from within.
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5

Fable

One summer an ant wandered far from her nest. She came upon a grasshopper eating a leaf of grass.

            "A riddle for you," sang the grasshopper:

            "What eats sweetest grass, but sees no green? drinks deepest oceans but knows no blue? lasts longer than calendars? hallows heaven, yet speaks no prayers?"

            The ant, however, had no time for riddles. Presently, the grasshopper flexed her supple leg and struck a song across her wing.

            "And what bread will fiddling find?" demanded the ant. "Why play at all? A cold winter comes and will swallow you whole. Work for your winter or you will die in your sloth. But if you do not work, then your soul is already winter; if you foster sloth than you already sleep in your grave. Until you have known the sweetness of doing a job well, of putting your whole heart into your task, you will know nothing of fulfillment.

            "All this mumbling to yourself is meaningless––oh lazy do-nothing, don't smirk as if you knew. She who knows gives her knowledge action. You are all flicker and no flame, all wick and no bang. Sooner bite the queen than think without action. And when action is needed, don't think. Will you who has no goals smirk at me? Yes, we ants have heard much of grasshoppers. They are the last supplies we bring in for winter."

            The grasshopper returned: "What bread do I find? The world is my leaf. Why sing my song? I sing for romance, and the romance of a singing heart. Do you really think an ant lives longer than a grasshopper? Or is 'life' your colony? Grasshoppers avoid numbers like a plague, but individually we survive just as long as ants. And yes, we grasshoppers do have a grind to ax.

            "Life is leaping, not crawling. Life is singing, not dragging. Love is a pale jade locust with summerset eyes, not a slave-driving queen hot upon her mound. Yet what can I tell you of love and life? Each to her own. The worker must work, the dreamer must dream.

            "What you call sloth, I call meditation. What you call sloth, I call inspiration. Is life in the length or is life in the living? When the green goes, I go with it. Do you not see the poetry in this?"

            And the grasshopper went her way, and lived for summer; the ant went her way and lived for winter. As for the wiser of the two, who can tell?

 

6
The Two Brothers' Dreams

Two brothers came to breakfast and discovered that both had dreamt significant dreams the night before.

Said the first: "I had a nightmare: the Horror chased down every man in relentless pursuit as they jumped over the others who had fallen in exhaustion, chasing each down till his last store of energy was spent. Only those who stopped to help their fellow man did the Horror pass over and forget."

"It seems to me," said the second, "that your dream envisions the world as a hospital, with each man amounting to no more than his neighbor's nurse."

"Then what was your dream?"

"I dreamt a morning dream. The veil of gross matter lifted, exposing the light of spiritual matter beneath, and men and women glowed from their hearts, glowing the brightest during acts of creative love. Some were gods, resplendent as the sun; others were angels, hallowed as the moon; still others were ghosts, faint as starlight; and then there were the shadows, who shined no light at all, but ate up every glint and smothered it in darkness. But after the veil returned, not all those who shone greatest and brightest continued to so appear, except I, having seen the secret, could catch a glint in each man's eyes, hints in his manner. I saw that those who previously appeared as shadows now stood among those praised loudest, with the most reverent and holy terms describing them, as great men of high destiny and deep integrity."

"Your dream does too much injustice to this world, where seeming and being often coincide," said the first.

Neither brother knew if the other had done justice to his dream, but both resolved to do justice to his own.

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7

Parable

During the Nazi reign, a certain literary Jew fled for his life, taking as his sole possession his magnum opus, an unfinished manuscript. He had heard of an underground railroad, supported by a Protestant pastor who pitied the Jews. But this pastor said: "Aha! Atheist, you do not find me ignorant of your writings, so disruptive to the faithful! Would I risk my neck to save you, who have already cost so many souls, and will cost even more if I save you? Get lost: I would report you if that wouldn't jeapordize me." Indignant, the Jew went to another, a Catholic priest. The priest said: "We have made our peace with the Reich, and will not risk our standing. But take heart, we will help in other ways. For instance, I will not report you, though this breaches fealty. Pray to our God and ask for your tribulation to end." Again, the Jew left. But when the gestapo confronted the pious priest, he betrayed the Jew. In custody, the Nazis irreverently questioned him. However, a certain Nazi officer leafed through the Jew's manuscript, was pierced by its humanity. He stole into the Jew's cell, and talked with him face to face. "You are an atheist of some influence, and therefore I who has God on my side can hardly sympathize. Nevertheless, you have a passion in your style worthy of flourishing. That cannot happen here. Therefore, I will help you escape to America." Which he did, at some risk. Who then was the neighbor to the Jew?

 

 

 

-- R 88s Я --

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