Communion
Cooper’s Hawk waits /
in empty communion /
with scattered birds.
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“Green monk”
Green monk
Green monk of summer /
Bending toward the end of days. /
Seeding for the spring.
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“Autumn descends”
Autumn descends
Old leaves and lost light, /
days of autumn descend on /
young cat and stone bench.
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“Be Creative”
In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond – and his response is magnificent: “Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Kurt Vonnegut
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“Canyon”
Canyon
Canyon in the sky — /
carved by moisture, dust, and wind, /
eroded by rain.
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#canyon #sky #moisture #dust #wind #rain #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #monday #081423 #2023
“Evening”
Evening
Evening summer starts /
Sunlight shadows sunflowers. /
Cicadas sing dusk.
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“Beauty”
Beauty
Their blossoms fleeting, /
sunflowers live briefly; yet, /
their beauty transcends.
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#beauty #blossoms #sunflowers #transcends #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #august #wednesday #080923 #2023
“Love”
Love
Love is the big fish /
that always gets away, but /
leaves tall tales to tell.
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#love #fish #tall-tales #Beth #photo #haiku #poem #poetry #davidebooker #talltalestogo #august #monday #080822 #2022
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Mythologies as poetry
“There are now no more horizons. And with the disillusion of horizons we have experienced and are experiencing collisions, terrific collisions, not only of people but also of their mythologies. It is as when dividing panels are withdrawn from between chambers of very hot and very cold airs: there is a rush of these forces together…. That is just what we are experiencing; and we are riding it to a new age, a new birth, a totally new condition of mankind – to which no one anywhere alive today can say that he has the key, the answer, the prophecy, to its dawn.
Mythologies, in other words, mythologies and religions are great poems and, when recognized as such, point infallibly through things and events to the ubiquity of a “presence” or “eternity” that is whole and entire in each. In this function all mythologies, all great poetries, and all mystic traditions are in accord; and where any such inspiriting vision remains effective in a civilization, everything and every creature within its range is alive. The first condition, therefore, that any mythology must fulfill if it is to render life to modern lives is that of cleansing the doors of perception to the wonder, at once terrible and fascinating, of ourselves and of the universe of which we are the ears and eyes and the mind.”
-Joseph Campbell
From Myths to Live By pg. 263
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