Friday, September 07, 2007

Amazement Called Love


Art Paper
Photo by Katy Brown, Davis



A CONFESSION
—Czeslaw Milosz

My Lord, I loved strawberry jam
And the dark sweetness of a woman's body.
Also well-chilled vodka, herring in olive oil,
Scents, of cinnamon, of cloves.
So what kind of prophet am I? Why should the spirit
Have visited such a man? Many others
Were justly called, and trustworthy.
Who would have trusted me? For they saw
How I empty glasses, throw myself on food,
And glance greedily at the waitress's neck.
Flawed and aware of it. Desiring greatness,
Able to recognize greatness wherever it is,
And yet not quite, only in part, clairvoyant,
I knew what was left for smaller men like me:
A feast of brief hopes, a rally of the proud,
A tournament of hunchbacks, literature.

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Tonight in Davis:

•••Friday (9/7), 7:30 PM: The Other Voice in Davis is pleased to open its 2007-08 season with a presentation by the poets and writers from In This Quiet Light, a book of writings by the Worship Associates of the Unitarian Universalist Church in Davis. The group meets in the Sanctuary of the church located at 27074 Patwin Road. Along with other writers, the poets featured are Ray Coppock, Ruth Hall, Nancy Jungerman, Alexandra Lee-Jobe, Bryan and Rebecca Plude, and Carlena Wike. Refreshments will be served after the reading.


This weekend: The party goes on:

•••The Friends of the Sacramento Public Library is sponsoring a fundraising book sale Saturday (12-5 PM) and Sunday (12-4). Book Den, 8250 Belvedere Ave., Sacramento. Books, CDs, records, 25¢ to $2. Info: 916-812-9199.

•••Sunday (9/9), 2:30-4 PM: Open mic poetry reading at Juice and Java, 7067 Skyway, Paradise. Info: 530-872-9633.

•••Monday (9/10), 7:30 PM: Sacramento Poetry Center will feature Sacramento Poet Laverne Frith at HQ, 25th & R Sts., Sacramento. Laverne Frith has been co-editor of Ekphrasis for ten years, with chapbooks from Talent House and White Heron Press, and a chapbook, Drinking The Light, recently released from Finishing Line Press, plus a Pushcart Prize nomination. Laverne was runner-up for the 2004, 2005, & 2006 Louisiana Literature Prize In Poetry. His poetry has been accepted or appeared in Poetry New York, Christian Science Monitor, Sundog, Comstock, Montserrat, California Quarterly, Song of the San Joaquin, Dalhousie, Perihelion, Architrave, Maryland Poetry Review, Sonoma Mandala, New Laurel Review, Permafrost, Main Street Rag, New Zoo Poetry Review, Blue Unicorn, Kimera, etc. He has won honors and awards in a number of poetry competitions. Open mic to follow.

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WHEN AFTER A LONG LIFE
—Czeslaw Milosz

When, after a long life, it falls out
That he takes on a form he had sought
And every word carved in stone
Grows its hoarfrost, what then? Torches
Of Dionysian choruses in the dark mountains
From when he comes. And half of the sky
With its snaky clouds. A mirror before him.
In the mirror the already severed, perishing
Thing.

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PROOF
—Czeslaw Milosz

And yet you experienced the flames of Hell.
You can even say what they are like: real,
Ending in sharp hooks so that they tear up flesh
Piece by piece, to the bone. You walked in the street
And it was going on: the lashing and bleeding.
You remember, therefore you have no doubt: there is a Hell for certain.

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ACCOUNT
—Czeslaw Milosz

The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.

Some would be devoted to acting against consciousness,
Like the flight of a moth which, had it known,
Would have tended nevertheless toward the candle's flame.

Others would deal with ways to silence anxiety,
The little whisper which, though it is a warning, is ignored.

I would deal separately with satisfaction and pride,
The time when I was among their adherents
Who strut victoriously, unsuspecting.

But all of them would have one subject, desire,
If only my own—but no, not at all; alas,
I was driven because I wanted to be like others.
I was afraid of what was wild and indecent in me.

The history of my stupidity will not be written.
For one thing, it's late. And the truth is laborious.

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A PORTRAIT WITH A CAT
—Czeslaw Milosz

A little girl looks at a book with a picture of a cat
Who wears a fluffy collar and has a green velvet frock.
Her lips, very red, are half opened in a sweet reverie.
This takes place in 1910 or 1912, the painting bears no date.
It was painted by Marjorie C. Murphy, an American
Born in 1888, like my mother, more or less.
I contemplate the painting in Grinnell, Iowa,
At the end of the century. That cat with his collar
Where is he? And the girl? Am I going to meet her,
One of those mummies with rouge, tapping with their canes?
But this face: a tiny pug nose, round cheeks,
Moves me so, quite like a face that I, suddenly awake
In the middle of the night, saw by my side on a pillow.
The cat is not here, he is in the book, the book in the painting.
No girl, and yet she is here, before me
And has never been lost. Our true encounter
Is in the zones of childhood. Amazement called love,
A thought of touching, a cat in velvet.

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—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com).

SnakeWatch: Up-to-the-minute Snake news:

Chapbooks/readings: The Snake returns with a bang on Wednesday, September 12, presenting Susan Kelly-DeWitt's new chapbook, Cassiopeia Above the Banyan Tree, at The Book Collector, 1008 24th St., Sacramento, 7:30 PM. See the online journal, Mudlark, for a hefty sample of poems from her book; that’s http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/. And read more about Susan at her nifty new website, http://www.susankelly-dewitt.com/. Click on "Chapbooks" for a sneak preview of Cassiopeia's cover.

Also coming September 12: The new issue of Rattlesnake Review (15), plus a littlesnake broadside from dawn dibartolo (Blush), and a continuation of B.L. Kennedy's Rattlesnake Interview Series—including #4 (frank andrick). Next deadline for Rattlesnake Review (16) is November 15.

Thursday, September 06, 2007

No More Snoozing



A WHITE TURTLE UNDER A WATERFALL
—Wang Wei (701-761)

The waterfall on South Mountain hits the rocks,
tosses back its foam with terrifying thunder,
blotting out even face-to-face talk.
Collapsing water and bouncing foam soak blue moss,
old moss so thick
it drowns the spring grass.
Animals are hushed.
Birds fly but don't sing
yet a white turtle plays on the pool's sand floor
under riotous spray,
sliding about with the torrents.
The people of the land are benevolent.
No angling or net fishing.
The white turtle lives out its life, naturally.

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Tonight in Sacramento:

•••Thursday (9/6), 8 PM: Poetry Unplugged at Luna's Cafe, 1414 16th St., Sacramento. Featured readers, with open mic before and after.


Sunday in Paradise:

•••Sunday (9/9), 2:30-4 PM: Open mic poetry reading at Juice and Java, 7067 Skyway, Paradise. Info: 530-872-9633.


And next week:

•••Wednesday (9/12), 7:30-9 PM: The Snake will awaken from his summer snooze, as Rattlesnake Press presents Sacramento Poet Susan Kelly-DeWitt at The Book Collector, 1008 24th St., Sacramento, to celebrate the release of her new chapbook, Cassiopeia Above the Banyan Tree. Also released that night will be a littlesnake broadside, Blush, from Sacramento Poet Dawn DiBartolo, plus #4 in the new Rattlesnake Interview Series by B.L. Kennedy, this one featuring frank andrick, and a brand-new issue of Rattlesnake Review (#15)! Refreshments and a read-around will follow; bring your own poems or somebody else's. More info: kathykieth@hotmail.com/.

See the online journal, Mudlark, for a hefty sample of poems from Susan's book; that’s http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/. And read more about Susan at her nifty new website, http://www.susankelly-dewitt.com/. Click on "Chapbooks" for a sneak preview of Cassiopeia's cover.

Did you miss the last Rattlesnake Review deadline? Next one is November 15.

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LAZY ABOUT WRITING POEMS
—Wang Wei

With time I become lazy about writing poems:
Now my only company is old age.
In an earlier life I was a poet, a mistake,
and my former body belonged to a painter.
I can't abandon habits of that life
and sometimes am recognized by people of this world.
My name and pen name speak my former being
and about all this my heart is ignorant.

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MAGNOLIA BASIN
—Wang Wei

On branch tips the hibiscus bloom.
The mountains show off red calices.
Nobody. A silent cottage in the valley.
One by one flowers open, then fall.

(Today's poems were translated from the Chinese by Tony and Willis Barnstone and Xu Haixin.)

____________________

—Medusa

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

The Cosmic Ship



I TALK TO MY BODY
—Anna Swir (Anna Swirszczynska)

My body, you are an animal
whose appropriate behavior
is concentration and discipline.
An effort
of an athlete, of a saint and of a yogi.

Well trained
you may become for me
a gate
through which I will leave myself
and a gate
through which I will enter myself.
A plumb line to the center of the earth
and a cosmic ship to Jupiter.

My body, you are an animal
for whom ambition
is right.
Splendid possibilities
are open to us.

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THE SAME INSIDE
—Anna Swir

Walking to your place for a love feast
I saw at a street corner
an old beggar woman.

I took her hand,
kissed her delicate cheek,
we talked, she was
the same inside as I am,
from the same kind,
I sensed this instantly
as a dog knows by scent
another dog.

I gave her money,
I could not part from her.
After all, one needs
someone who is close.

And then I no longer knew
why I was walking to your place.

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Tonight!

•••Weds. (9/5), 7:30-11 PM (doors open at 7): On the Road… Again: Luna’s Café presents A Celebration of the 50th Anniversary of the Publication of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Readers include Matt Amott, Todd Cirillo, Josh Fernandez, Patrick Grizzell, Robert Grossklaus, B. L. Kennedy (reader and host), Megan, Jackie Schaffer, D.R. Wagner, Terryl Wheat. 1414 16th St., Sacramento. Free.

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POETRY READING
—Anna Swir

I'm curled into a ball
like a dog
that is cold.

Who will tell me
why I was born,
why this monstrosity
called life.

The telephone rings. I have to give
a poetry reading.

I enter.
A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes.
They look, they wait.
I know for what.

I am supposed to tell them
why they were born,
why there is
this monstrosity called life.

___________________

I WASH THE SHIRT
—Anna Swir

For the last time I wash the shirt
of my father who died.
The shirt smells of sweat. I remember
that sweat from my childhood,
so many years
I washed his shirts and underwear,
I dried them
at an iron stove in the workshop,
he would put them on unironed.

From among all bodies in the world,
animal, human,
only one exuded that sweat.
I breathe it in
for the last time.
Washing this shirt
I destroy it
forever.
Now
only paintings survive him
which smell of oils.

(Today's poems were translated from the Polish by Czeslaw Milosz and Leonard Nathan.)

____________________

—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com).

SnakeWatch: Up-to-the-minute Snake news:

Chapbooks/readings: The Snake returns with a bang on Wednesday, September 12, presenting Susan Kelly-DeWitt's new chapbook, Cassiopeia Above the Banyan Tree, at The Book Collector, 1008 24th St., Sacramento, 7:30 PM. See the online journal, Mudlark, for a hefty sample of poems from her book; that’s http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/. And read more about Susan at her nifty new website, http://www.susankelly-dewitt.com/. Click on "Chapbooks" for a sneak preview of Cassiopeia's cover.

Also coming September 12: The new issue of Rattlesnake Review (15), plus a littlesnake broadside from dawn dibartolo (Blush), and a continuation of B.L. Kennedy's Rattlesnake Interview Series—including #4 (frank andrick). Next deadline for Rattlesnake Review (16) is November 15.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

What Dwells in the Mirror


A MIRROR
—Jean Follain

Having gone upstairs
on steps of dark oak
she finds herself before
a mirror with worm-eaten frame
she contemplates in it her virgin torso
all the countryside is ablaze
and gently arrives at her feet
a domestic beast
as if to remind her
of the animal life
which conceals in itself also
the body of a woman

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No more skeleton!

Taylor Graham writes: As you may have heard, Hidden Passage Books [in Placerville, the bookstore with the skeleton in the floor,] is closing. Hidden Passage has hosted our poetry reading series for three years, and we wish the owners, Tom and Barbara, all the best. There will be no 4th Wednesday reading in September. Beginning in October, our readings will be held at The Upstairs Art Gallery, 420 Main St., Placerville, 2nd Floor — that's just a few doors farther east on Main Street; same time, 6 to 7 pm on the 4th Wednesday of the month. Mark your calendar for the first Upstairs reading, Oct. 24th. It's an open-mike read-around, so bring your own poems or those of a favorite poet to share, or just come to listen. No charge. We hope to see you there!


Speaking of books:

The Friends of the Sacramento Public Library is sponsoring a fundraising book sale Saturday (12-5 PM) and Sunday (12-4). Book Den, 8250 Belvedere Ave., Sacramento. Books, CDs, records, 25¢ to $2. Info: 916-812-9199.

Or, if you need to get rid of books, the Sacramento SPCA needs donations for its annual booksale in November. Drop them off at the SPCA, 6201 Florin-Perkins Rd., Sacramento, 11 AM-6 PM Tuesdays through Sundays. Info: 916-383-7387.

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A TAXIDERMIST
—Jean Follain

A taxidermist is sitting
before the russet breasts
green and purple wings
of his song-birds
dreaming about his lover
with a body so different
yet so close sometimes
to the body of the birds
that it seemed to him
very strange
in its curves and its volumes
in its colors and its finery
and its shades...

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MUSIC OF SPHERES
—Jean Follain

He was walking a frozen road
in his pocket iron keys were jingling
and with his pointed shoe absent-mindedly
he kicked the cylinder
of an old can
which for a few seconds rolled its cold emptiness
wobbled for a while and stopped
under a sky studded with stars.

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AUTO MIRROR
—Adam Zagajewski

In the rear-view mirror suddenly
I saw the bulk of the Beauvais Cathedral;
great things dwell in small ones
for a moment.

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—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com).

SnakeWatch: Up-to-the-minute Snake news:

ZZZZZZZ: Shh! The Snake is still sleeping! There will be no readings/releases in August, then we return with a bang on September 12, presenting Susan Kelly-DeWitt's new chapbook, Cassiopeia Above the Banyan Tree. See the online journal, Mudlark, for a hefty sample of poems from her book; that’s http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/. And read more about Susan at her nifty new website, http://www.susankelly-dewitt.com/. Click on "Chapbooks" for a sneak preview of Cassiopeia's cover.

Also coming in mid-September: The new issue of Rattlesnake Review (15), plus a littlesnake broadside from dawn dibartolo (Blush), and a continuation of B.L. Kennedy's Rattlesnake Interview Series—including #4 (frank andrick) and an anthology of interviews to be released for Sacramento Poetry Month (October). Next deadline for Rattlesnake Review (16) is November 15.

Monday, September 03, 2007

Obscurities


Prayer
Painting by Chard Chénier, 1999



SIX-WAY BYPASS OVER COFFEE AT THE BOOKSTORE
—David Humphreys, Stockton


The MRI’s polymer mummy surrounding
claustrophobia’s air squeezes out in a thin hiss
From a plaque glazed arterial tube.
Banging like a jack hammer’s ping of sonar,
targeting small arms for anti-tank is how he put it.
The plaque is cracked is how they put it,
anesthesia dreams blowing by heavenly blue clouds
across the imaginary kissing of God.
Afterwards, he told his doctor
the surgery was like spot welding,
an image he’d found in a subterfuge
satire on infinity that had been cooked up
like a pan of sizzling verbal snails.
We both looked forward to
something exponentially next level
as if the bridge would stand without pre-stressed
turnbuckling cable in the concrete
and an F-16 could take off straight up in silent anomaly,
our ears not governing this particular occurrence
or this particular departure, our handshake
before we parted firm as a basal cell carcinoma
or the buffeting wind of a semi’s passing shudder.

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This week in NorCal poetry:

•••Don't forget that there will be no reading at Sacramento Poetry Center tonight, due to Labor Day. Next week will feature Sacramento Poet Laverne Frith.

•••Today (Monday 9/3, Labor Day): 33% OFF everything (except for food & drinks & special-order books) in the Next Chapter Bookstore, Main St., Woodland. One day only!

••Weds. (9/5), 7:30-11 PM (doors open at 7): On the Road… Again: Luna’s Café presents A Celebration of the 50th Anniversary of the Publication of On the Road by Jack Kerouac. Readers include Matt Amott, Todd Cirillo, Josh Fernandez, Patrick Grizzell, Robert Grossklaus, B. L. Kennedy (reader and host), Megan, Jackie Schaffer, D.R. Wagner, Terryl Wheat. 1414 16th St., Sacramento. Free. [See today's Sacramento Bee for an extensive syndicated article about Kerouac.]

•••Thursday (9/6), 8 PM: Poetry Unplugged at Luna's Cafe, 1414 16th St., Sacramento. Featured readers, with open mic before and after.

•••Friday (9/7), 7:30 PM: The Other Voice in Davis is pleased to open its 2007-08 season with a presentation by the poets and writers from In This Quiet Light, a book of writings by the Worship Associates of the Unitarian Universalist Church in Davis. The group meets in the Sanctuary of the church located at 27074 Patwin Road. Along with other writers, the poets featured are Ray Coppock, Ruth Hall, Nancy Jungerman, Alexandra Lee-Jobe, Bryan and Rebecca Plude, and Carlena Wike. Refreshments will be served after the reading.

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SEVERAL OBSCURITIES
—David Humphreys

"Let's be dinosaurs,"
"No, let's be Wendy and Peter Pan,"
"No, let's be in mommy's garden,"
"No, that's not an animal. It has big ears,"
Our first reaction is, well, haven't we heard this all before?
So where's that special quality that might set it apart,
redundant even more deadly than arsenic in the casserole.
The election was held last Tuesday in a cold garage,
squeak and rub of black felt pen
smelling sharp indelible ink.
The results are in and it is an almost perfect balance of power.
Of course, no one is really happy about it.
Somewhere else they're observing individual molecular reactions
in containment vessels one-fiftieth the size of the average living cell.
They're also trapping and storing frozen anti-matter
and a new theology was developed recently
that might reduce religious conflict.
No one's ready for it yet since everyone would have to accept
everyone else's mythology as well as their own
and that just pretty much takes care of that.
Returning to the toy box, big plastic bucket really,
filled with hundreds of plastic pieces,
little ladders, duplo segments, building bricks
with chain links of flexible snapping rings.
A Godzilla Starfighter lies nested with a slice of
pepperoni polymer pizza with a landfill's undetermined half-life.
An orange Jack'o lantern grins at a spy glass compass.
A doll house easy boy lounge chair cradles
a thermometer shot syringe,
the doctor's medicine bag long since lost and shredded,
melted and mixed in a vat of playtime fantasies
now turned into carpet padding for added resale value.
Wasn’t it Hegel who said that history repeats itself?

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STELLAR DUST
—David Humphreys

Moliere's Tartuffe is linked indelibly
to Ionesco's Rhinoceros this dazzling day.
He suffers from ambivalence
while off to the side the Prince of Denmark
kills video Messerschmitts in virtually real time,
and responds to the arcane and difficult
question about what the Cardinal thinks
of mechanistic free will or illusion,
now and ever shall be, world without end amen.
As it turns out he doesn't trouble himself.
Animal husbandry is his most abiding interest
after all. The sense of awe once worn like
a cloak lives on in eroded stone.
Beneath vaulted ceilings columns are
compressed by the weight of stars.
Pilgrims cannot free themselves from
haunting symmetries, stark and stoic
as stained glass mandalas describe the thriving
vital combustion of super novas stacked
end to end to very end. Not close in time
or in any other way except in odd adhesion
these five or six or seven too many characters
share the same hilarious café table
with brevity's soul of staggering wit
wondering all the while and to oneself,
perhaps the subjective plum is grafted
to the forever tree of the incomplete
and so will be gobbled up by the
sponge bubble black hole anomaly
of the missing definitive mid-stride conclusion
somehow as if far too intentional and complicit.
Do you take sweetener?

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—Medusa (May your day be less-than-laborious...)

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com).

SnakeWatch: Up-to-the-minute Snake news:

ZZZZZZZ: Shh! The Snake is still sleeping! There will be no readings/releases in August, then we return with a bang on September 12, presenting Susan Kelly-DeWitt's new chapbook, Cassiopeia Above the Banyan Tree. See the online journal, Mudlark, for a hefty sample of poems from her book; that’s http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/. And read more about Susan at her nifty new website, http://www.susankelly-dewitt.com/. Click on "Chapbooks" for a sneak preview of Cassiopeia's cover.

Also coming in mid-September: The new issue of Rattlesnake Review (15), plus a littlesnake broadside from dawn dibartolo (Blush), and a continuation of B.L. Kennedy's Rattlesnake Interview Series—including #4 (frank andrick) and an anthology of interviews to be released for Sacramento Poetry Month (October). Next deadline for Rattlesnake Review (16) is November 15.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

How Like a Dream


Shrine
Photo by Katy Brown, Davis



THE LORD IS GOOD
(Psalm 71)
—Thomas Merton

O the Lord is good
To the steady man
He is good
To the man of peace.

But I stumbled, I stumbled in my mind
Over those men
I did not understand
Rich and fat
With big cigars and cars
They seem to have no trouble,
Know no pain
I do not understand those men of war
Strong and proud
Rich and fat
The more they have
The more they hate
And hate rolls down their skin
Like drops of sweat.

I stumbled, I stumbled in my mind
Over those men of war
Full of power
Rich and fat
The more they have, the more they hate
And they jeered
At my people
Showed their power
Rolled their pile of fat
And my people
Listened to their threat
My people was afraid
Of those men of war
When hate rolled down their skin
Like drops of sweat.

My heart was sore
Seeing their success
"Does God care?
Has He forgotten us?"
Lord, I nearly fell
Stumbling in my mind
About those men of war
It was hard to see
Till you showed me
How like a dream
Those phantoms pass away.

____________________

—Medusa

Saturday, September 01, 2007

River of Heaven


Lampyridae
(Fireflies)



A NIGHT IN MAY
—Chang Tsung Yang

The rain has cleared,
And with joy
I see the stars come out,
One by one.

In the silence
Of the night
I hear a voice,
Reading from the sacred books.

Turning down my lamp
I sit and watch
The rising midnight moon.

A firefly
Has flown into my room
With the wind.

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TWILIGHT
—Ch'en Yun

The night creeps in,
And every sound of human life
Is hushed.
Even the tinkle of the camel bells
Comes muted through the dusk.
In the faint, dying light
Of the waning moon
The first hibiscus flower
Falls.

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Coupla things: Okay, three:

•••Don't forget that there will be no reading at Sacramento Poetry Center this Monday night, due to Labor Day.

•••Monday (9/3, Labor Day): 33% off everything (except for food & drinks & special-order books) in the Next Chapter Bookstore, Main St., Woodland. One day only!

•••And PoetsLane@comcast.net (www.poetslane.com), the ambitious Web presence of Pleasanton's ex-Poet Laureate, Cynthia Bryant, has a new page called “Poems from Headlines”; Cynthia provides a headline and you send your poem for that headline. Right now it’s “The Fortieth Anniversary: SUMMER of LOVE 1967” or “Catch of the Day: Mercury”.

>Poet’s Lane is also looking for themed poetry for September: Leaves, School Days, About Writing, Autumn Years. Pick one or many to write about, and check out the new poems.

>If you need to rant in a poem about the injustices of life, send a poem for Get it Off Your Chest (mental health poetry) page.

>New question for the That Would Be Telling! page: "Do you write poetry when you are depressed, sad or angry or do you need to be ‘up’ to write? The best poem you ever wrote was when you were_______?" Or answer any of the other previous questions if you wish.

>What the Hell Are We Fightin’ For is for your war poems/essays.

>Picture Prompted Poetry: Poet’s Lane has a new picture to write a poem about, or write to one of the other pictures still up on that page. Be sure to include which picture the poem is written about.

>Look all these categories up at www.poetslane.com, and send your poems to
PoetsLane@comcast.net/.

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RETURNING HOME IN A DREAM
—Pei Pao Yu Lan (poetess)

In my dream
I followed the geese
In their flight
A full thousand li away.

In that instant
I was in my old garden
With my neighbors and my friends,
Telling tales
Of far-off lands.

A cock crowed,
And I awoke, startled,
To see the bright moon shining
Through a crevice
In the door.

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NIGHT
—Sun Yun Feng (poetess)

A bat flies
Through the empty courtyard
In the moonlight.
My daughter, working sadly
At her creaking loom,
Throws her shuttle aside
With a deep sigh,
And offers up a prayer
To the goddess of the moon.
The frost gleams on the trees,
And the wind stirs in my garments.
For a thousand li about
There is no sound
As I roll up my curtain
And look out
On the wide-flung star clusters
Of the River of Heaven.

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DAWN
—K'ung Ping Ch'ung, c. 1082

From my bed
I heard
The little cuckoo call.
I arose in haste
And went outside the door.

The sun
Had not yet
Reached the mountain tops.
The sky was dark,
And the moon
Still hung in the branches
Of the almond trees
Among the blossoms.


Today's poems were translated from the Chinese by Henry H. Hart in A Garden of Peonies, Stanford University Press, 1938.
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—Medusa

Medusa encourages poets of all ilk and ages to send their POETRY, PHOTOS and ART, as well as announcements of Northern California poetry events, to kathykieth@hotmail.com (or snail ‘em to P.O. Box 762, Pollock Pines, CA 95726) for posting on this daily Snake blog. Rights remain with the poets. Previously-published poems are okay for Medusa’s Kitchen, as long as you own the rights. (Please cite publication.) For more info about the Snake Empire, including guidelines for submitting to or obtaining our publications, click on the link to the right of this column: Rattlesnake Press (rattlesnakepress.com).

SnakeWatch: Up-to-the-minute Snake news:

ZZZZZZZ: Shh! The Snake is still sleeping! There will be no readings/releases in August, then we return with a bang on September 12, presenting Susan Kelly-DeWitt's new chapbook, Cassiopeia Above the Banyan Tree. See the online journal, Mudlark, for a hefty sample of poems from her book; that’s http://www.unf.edu/mudlark/. And read more about Susan at her nifty new website, http://www.susankelly-dewitt.com/. Click on "Chapbooks" for a sneak preview of Cassiopeia's cover.

Also coming in mid-September: The new issue of Rattlesnake Review (15), plus a littlesnake broadside from dawn dibartolo (Blush), and a continuation of B.L. Kennedy's Rattlesnake Interview Series—including #4 (frank andrick) and an anthology of interviews to be released for Sacramento Poetry Month (October). Next deadline for Rattlesnake Review (16) is November 15.