Comments on: Balmy http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/ Joseph Duemer's blog about reading, writing, politics, birds, food, & weather Fri, 03 Feb 2012 18:31:27 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: edward mycue http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/comment-page-1/#comment-8712 edward mycue Sun, 18 Jan 2009 19:19:52 +0000 http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/#comment-8712 i'm thinking of the inauguration on tuesday. i'm so happy for the peoples' all peoples president. here are my balmy morning trinity of poems for this (the horse and cart poem was in my firs collection of poems 1973 titled DAMAGE WITHIN THE COMMUNITY)(the mayflower poem began in thinking of the work of economist jean-jacques lafont's great work on the concept of 'the commons') (the red sky/jfkennedy poem comes out of a long life and my first voted-for president, my peace corps experience, and that old couplet the way i recall hearing it as a boy from my great grandmother jane delehant) ed (feeling hopeful and feeling overwhelmed with the orange paper lanterns of memories of what my mom and dad jack and ruth cared about and worked for all their lives) edward mycue : HORSE AND CART Contact is crying recognition. Like match against surface it is not the fire. Flint is stone cold. A little world, selected, limited— home—you come in to a house another time: maybe you've stopped noticing things. For life not for red gold we work war, hunger dying forgetting forgotten. For life not for red gold our new Jerusalems struggle for simple dreams for days to end in. Not how it came. How did it go? © EDWARD MYCUE MAY FLOWER Mayflower shoots into the wind hurling the thorn haw-fruit windward without aim careless of obstruction. In daytimes, people have unsavory reasons for things of human value, need, want and use. When night returns aisle 23B location marker in Long’s in North Berkeley drugstore lights-up listing cough drops, condoms and sundries. Mayflower shoots into the wind hurling the thorn haw-fruit windward without aid careless of obstruction. People share clean air and love, anger, happiness, contentment as if all unaware of roses, the apple, peach, Bing cherry, blackberry as if they are “free riders” as if mutual gains are not problems of “the commons” and they not beneficiaries of the commons. Mayflower shoots into the wind hurling the thorn haw-fruit windward without aid as if careless of obstruction. Yearly daily, hourly, every second people are hurling themselves windward unaware of the dynamics of the most common needs. No other proof need we like the hawthorn are related. Mayflower shoots into the wind hurling the thorn haw-fruit windward without aid as if careless of obstruction. © EDWARD MYCUE RED SKY JOHN F. KENNEDY Everybody has a given life. None get out alive. Sense, sex, intellect friends (maybe w/ benefits). Some learn or take instruction. Caring, Ecstasy, Sympathy, Insight: life’s fateful cast: before endarkening graying blue skys greening red nights. Don’t care now if you’ve an ill-fitting wrinkled tan jacket-- less suspect tattoos. You gave life a nod let it snake by pissing. Boston hero, plum lad. Red sky at night, Sailors’ delight. JFK: remember his light. (MEMENTO MORI 22 NOVEMBER 1963) © EDWARD MYCUE 22 November 2008 i’m thinking of the inauguration on tuesday. i’m so happy for the peoples’ all peoples president.
here are my balmy morning trinity of poems for this (the horse and cart poem was in my firs collection of poems 1973 titled DAMAGE WITHIN THE COMMUNITY)(the mayflower poem began in thinking of the work of economist jean-jacques lafont’s great work on the concept of ‘the commons’) (the red sky/jfkennedy poem comes out of a long life and my first voted-for president, my peace corps experience, and that old couplet the way i recall hearing it as a boy from my great grandmother jane delehant) ed (feeling hopeful and feeling overwhelmed with the orange paper lanterns of memories of what my mom and dad jack and ruth cared about and worked for all their lives) edward mycue :

HORSE AND CART

Contact is crying recognition.
Like match against surface
it is not the fire.
Flint is stone cold.

A little world, selected, limited—
home—you come in

to a house another time:
maybe you’ve stopped
noticing
things.

For life
not for red gold we work
war, hunger
dying forgetting forgotten.

For life not for red gold
our new Jerusalems struggle
for simple dreams
for days to end in.

Not how it came. How did it go?

© EDWARD MYCUE

MAY FLOWER

Mayflower shoots

into the wind hurling

the thorn haw-fruit

windward without aim

careless of obstruction.

In daytimes, people have unsavory reasons

for things of human value, need, want and use.

When night returns aisle 23B location marker

in Long’s in North Berkeley drugstore lights-up

listing cough drops, condoms and sundries.

Mayflower shoots

into the wind hurling

the thorn haw-fruit

windward without aid

careless of obstruction.

People share clean air and love, anger, happiness,

contentment as if all unaware of roses, the apple,

peach, Bing cherry, blackberry as if they are “free

riders” as if mutual gains are not problems of “the

commons” and they not beneficiaries of the commons.

Mayflower shoots

into the wind hurling

the thorn haw-fruit

windward without aid

as if careless of obstruction.

Yearly daily, hourly, every second people are hurling themselves

windward unaware of the dynamics of the most common needs.

No other proof need we like the hawthorn are related.

Mayflower shoots

into the wind hurling

the thorn haw-fruit

windward without aid

as if careless of obstruction.

© EDWARD MYCUE

RED SKY

JOHN F. KENNEDY

Everybody has

a given life.

None get out alive.

Sense, sex, intellect

friends (maybe

w/ benefits).

Some learn or

take instruction.

Caring, Ecstasy,

Sympathy, Insight:

life’s fateful cast:

before endarkening

graying blue skys

greening red nights.

Don’t care now if

you’ve an ill-fitting

wrinkled tan jacket–

less suspect tattoos.

You gave life a nod

let it snake by pissing.

Boston hero, plum lad.

Red sky at night,

Sailors’ delight. JFK:

remember his light.

(MEMENTO MORI 22 NOVEMBER 1963)

© EDWARD MYCUE 22 November 2008

]]> By: Peter http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/comment-page-1/#comment-8711 Peter Sun, 18 Jan 2009 19:17:18 +0000 http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/#comment-8711 INAUGURAL VALENTINE As every scientist knows there are only four loves in the withering of a leaf though they seem to come from everywhere to meet themselves as strangers airborne in the ever-widening gorge of the world the love of falling the love of someone the love of a certain pigment the love of seeds only what is free itself can speak for freedom. INAUGURAL VALENTINE

As every scientist knows
there are only four loves

in the withering
of a leaf

though they seem to come from everywhere
to meet themselves

as strangers airborne
in the ever-widening gorge of the world

the love of falling
the love of someone

the love of a certain pigment
the love of seeds

only what is free itself
can speak for freedom.

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