Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Save The Gulf Art and Auction Poetry Reading
Save The Gulf Event -- an Art Auction and Poetry reading,
July 20th, from 3-5pm at The Pelican Gallery, 143 Petaluma Blvd. N, Petaluma CA 94952.
Art is being donated to us from all over the country,
and even one artist sending work from Prague, Czech Republic.
Please contact me at walterblue@ earthlInk.net
for more information on these events,
and let me know what I can do to help you help the planet.
Hope lies in real change and not in promises.
My sincere best in these sad and terrifying times.
Yours,
Michael Rothenberg
Friday, June 25, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Poem by Me About the Oil Spill
Deep Water Horizon, Memorial Day, 2010
To me [belongeth] vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in [due] time: for the day of their calamity [is] at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.
-- Deu 32:35 (KJV)
-- Deu 32:35 (KJV)
Medea is sitting by her kitchen table, plotting revenge
What shall become of this? Death is a bog, a mire that brings a Tharos near.
Medea considers of all of her fears like spending gravity.
They are spilling out of her like the liquid petroleum from the channels of the sea
in the Gulf of Mexico.
The chorus says:
"Flow back holy river of oil, whether it be unnatural to be reversed.
does not matter--what matters is that it be first, and then we harvest these insolent japeries
from the men that caused the fraud, those that argue they will produce the desired results.
“Their casuistry is naked, and deepens the jeering.”
Medea is thinking: “The oil companies have sent us poisoned robes, It is what I would have done to them had there been time. but instead we pray for their protection, like foolish ants.
“I shall do evil to those who have done this, and then pray that the changes upon the land and water shall guided by the hand of Providence.
“Now must it be undone, on top of it all, again! I trust that our destiny is true and vengeance has no vision for me any longer, “
Monday, May 31, 2010
message from Dina Singh.
When I called this blog "resurrected X," I meant, actually, a magazine of that name I had started and killed off. X is also a symbol that can take many forms. The form is irrelevant to me, content is everything.
Here is a take on "resurrection. As I had listed on my Facebook profile one of my interests as "Death and Resurrection Studies,." a friend comments:
Here is a take on "resurrection. As I had listed on my Facebook profile one of my interests as "Death and Resurrection Studies,." a friend comments:
Subject: Resurrection
I don't know how one studies death and resurrection but I'd like to mention that I have studied this in my personal life in this way: When I was five my father died. All my life I had no closure for he was handsome and strong and loved me deeply, was my hero but died and fell short of saving his kids. Moreover the Sikh religion led to his cremation. A few years ago the closest I knew God came to understanding my subconscious pain was when a Highway To Heaven addressed this issue and the little boy Stevie literally hugged his father's tombstone. (Why Michael Landon is my angel). Then three years ago, in one of a thousand holy visions as promissed in ACIM, I did see my father and can witness to his resurrection: In my vision I saw a billion colored particles, symbollic of his ashes; I told my father to come back and the billion particles turned into my father whom I recognized well; he stood on the ocean and I said, That's my father!!! After this a few months ago I did actually speak to him in a vision; we resolved some of the most important issues I've held all my life: that he knows I love him, that he watched over my brother, that he is himself a "tall man" in heaven, thus I have stopped worrying for him after forty years. Finally, that he was indeed proud of me - I didn't think he would be - and it is - for loving him that he told me he is proud. There is death; there is resurrection. Blessings from the Truth me to the Truth in you.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
from the Gospel of Truth
He appeared, informing them of the Father, the illimitable one. He inspired them with that which is in the mind, while doing his will. Many received the light and turned towards him. But material men were alien to him and did not discern his appearance nor recognize him. For he came in the likeness of flesh and nothing blocked his way because it was incorruptible and unrestrainable. Moreover, while saying new things, speaking about what is in the heart of the Father, he proclaimed the faultless word. Light spoke through his mouth, and his voice brought forth life. He gave them thought and understanding and mercy and salvation and the Spirit of strength derived from the limitlessness of the Father and sweetness. He caused punishments and scourgings to cease, for it was they which caused many in need of mercy to astray from him in error and in chains - and he mightily destroyed them and derided them with knowledge. He became a path for those who went astray and knowledge to those who were ignorant, a discovery for those who sought, and a support for those who tremble, a purity for those who were defiled.
Gospel of Truth, Translated by Robert M. Grant
Gospel of Truth, Translated by Robert M. Grant
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
American Life in Poetry: Column 254
American Life in Poetry: Column 254
Welcome to American Life in Poetry. For information on permissions and usage, or to download a PDF version of the column, visit www.americanlifeinpoetry.org.
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American Life in Poetry: Column 254
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
What might my late parents have thought, I wonder, to know that there would one day be an occupation known as Tooth Painter? Here’s a partial job description by Lucille Lang Day of Oakland, California.
Tooth Painter
He was tall, lean, serious
about his profession,
said it disturbed him
to see mismatched teeth.
Squinting, he asked me
to turn toward the light
as he held an unglazed crown
by my upper incisors.
With a small brush he applied
yellow, gray, pink, violet
and green from a palette of glazes,
then fired it at sixteen hundred
degrees. We went outside
to check the final color,
and he was pleased. Today
the dentist put it in my mouth,
and no one could ever guess
my secret: there’s no one quite
like me, and I can prove it
by the unique shade of
the ivory sculptures attached
to bony sockets in my jaw.
A gallery opens when I smile.
Even the forgery gleams.
about his profession,
said it disturbed him
to see mismatched teeth.
Squinting, he asked me
to turn toward the light
as he held an unglazed crown
by my upper incisors.
With a small brush he applied
yellow, gray, pink, violet
and green from a palette of glazes,
then fired it at sixteen hundred
degrees. We went outside
to check the final color,
and he was pleased. Today
the dentist put it in my mouth,
and no one could ever guess
my secret: there’s no one quite
like me, and I can prove it
by the unique shade of
the ivory sculptures attached
to bony sockets in my jaw.
A gallery opens when I smile.
Even the forgery gleams.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2009 by Lucille Lang Day and reprinted from The Curvature of Blue, Cervena Barva Press, 2009, by permission of Lucille Lang Day and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006.
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