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Sunday, September 30, 2007


poem written today about a time 20 yrs ago

Talking to Todd at while in the Bean Cycle in Fort Collins, a memory of a moment 20 years ago inspired me to write about when i felt one night while hiking...

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"Shadow Poem Number One"

Once upon a time
In a land far far away
When my self was
Still becoming

Follies be what follies are
Late at night I loaded my car
Driving out into the darkness
Away from the city

Taking only what would keep me warm
In the climb between the mist and the frost
From valley floor to above the trees
Through the veil of night’s freezing cloud

Escaping from or running to
Self doubt grips me by the chest
The primal brain takes over
As the rational brain struggles

The trees were always my friend
For hours I would climb and play
In the branches of my native maple
Even sleep as I lay in tree-top hammocks

Now my trip from city through wood
To barren mountain top
In darkness fog of icing grip
My headlamp played

The shadows
The shadows in the mist
The shadows danced
More then my mind could handle

Escaping from or running to
Self doubt grips me by the chest
The primal brain takes over
As the rational brain struggles

What in headlamp’s blaze did I see
Was that an ogre or like bane beast
Gnarled effigies laid before me
Trees in the mist my soul’s pain

Gripped in the freezing rain
Inflexible frozen stiffness became too brittle
Breaking as I laid myself down
To dream and sleep and sleep and dream

Upon the mountain top
Above the trees and clouds
Above humanity’s painful shrouds
Clear sunrise skies graced my eyes

My soul cleared the sun rose strong
Melting the stiffness of frozen brittle
Hoar frost upon my nest
Melted in watery drops rolling down

Breathing in the vivid dawn
Stronger for running from primal shadows
Through the mist what bade me to
The mountain

Was I escaping from or running to
My shadow

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we will see if this gets in to that cool magazine/book/publication issue number 11. ...
... you never know until you try.


of hollow men


oh joy to see
elliots words splayed to see
the digest of prose
like freshkill upon the road

da vinci would not have known
with out exploring being
behind the skin
to find expose on hollow men
to deep link to new locations



I came in looking for reference to hollow men, from a NPR commentary this morning where Elliot is quoted...

'between the idea and the reality between the motion and the act falls the shadow'

i seek stories about this and in seeking find much by deep linking and here i am thankful for a path into dante regarding the line... 'unable to see the future unless the “multifoliate rose,” Dante’s symbol of Paradise' ...

oddly enough it brings to mind an idea about the holly grail, mary magdalene and her symbol, the rose.

deep linking i go
deep linking i go
deep linking i go

... ;-) perhaps i should lay off the espresso?

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Seeking a grail quest....

looking for things that seem to leap out at me in a way similarly described as in the celestine prophecy about the way that is lit as if by the energy of the true way that is

somewhere inspired by the trust of feeling of a search of a way of things leaping out and hitting me over the head as if the universe is saying this story this thought this idea is yours take it go with it run with see where the rabbit hole goes...

running with it i go

Sunday, September 23, 2007


interesting story, from rolling stone to end up on Parmedides of Greece

truly how does one
have and idea
spawned in
an arlo guthrie moment

like a vision
like a flash
burnt across the sky

to be playing with a puppy
shadow dancing
puppy chasing
the moment of
distinct shadow on the ground
before her

a moment

what if.....

furiously digging in google and wiki
deep link diving
to be reading about
fear and loathing's
very own hunter s thompson

then jump


to Parmedides

from there

so many places

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