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Saturday, May 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
The Appalaichian Cat Overture
Often in the spin-cycle of the daily trek, the nuances lose out to the rubber-stamp ambiences of life. Such is the case in Knoxville Tennessee-a college town where echoing ripples of "Rocky Top" manage to outsound the holler symphonies created nightly and known as the Appalachian Cat Overture. Members of this troop share only one commonality, they are haints bound to roam the hills and stills and compose nocturnal spirit refrains, (for those with ears to hear such sounds unavailable via Ipod).
Knoxville's malady is symbolic of the schism much of the NeoSouth strains and shifts upon, seeking a sense of reality in a 24 hour news/life/caste bereft of a modern Faulkner. Frustrated by the fear of blending into the future, they become impotent past-clingers. Instead of a benevolent guide, there is merely a faint siren's song, difficult to descern, harder to soberly acknowledge.
Knoxville's malady is symbolic of the schism much of the NeoSouth strains and shifts upon, seeking a sense of reality in a 24 hour news/life/caste bereft of a modern Faulkner. Frustrated by the fear of blending into the future, they become impotent past-clingers. Instead of a benevolent guide, there is merely a faint siren's song, difficult to descern, harder to soberly acknowledge.
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Petal
Breezing playfull,
Vibrant decrease,
Freedom granted,
Sudden release.
Nouveau orphan,
Windblown other,
Memory gone,
Father-Mother.
Gentle billow,
Destiny put,
Splash of color,
In deep tire rut.
Vibrant decrease,
Freedom granted,
Sudden release.
Nouveau orphan,
Windblown other,
Memory gone,
Father-Mother.
Gentle billow,
Destiny put,
Splash of color,
In deep tire rut.
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Glancing
Over shoulder,
Corner eye.
Sparkle blink,
Flash of sky.
Came to dance,
Not flitter-flatter.
Rising forces,
Seek out matter.
Icicle smiles,
Spark`ed strife,
Shadow outlines
-Hinted life.
Corner eye.
Sparkle blink,
Flash of sky.
Came to dance,
Not flitter-flatter.
Rising forces,
Seek out matter.
Icicle smiles,
Spark`ed strife,
Shadow outlines
-Hinted life.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Two Hundred- dedicated to Lord Byron
The bog people all are stirring
On this mewling youth, Spring night.
You can hear their chorus in the pause
Tween the Midnight and the light.
Glass-eyed Druids sing summons
To both good and bad in bed.
Salamanders dance fire illusions
For the living and the dead.
How long till the two hunderd,
Those shuttered in their rest,
Awake and grow made new again,
By hatefearlust--failed tests?
What taps forlorn on the window?
Who gazes through the fog?
Tis the young departed heiress,
the Mistress of the bog.
On this mewling youth, Spring night.
You can hear their chorus in the pause
Tween the Midnight and the light.
Glass-eyed Druids sing summons
To both good and bad in bed.
Salamanders dance fire illusions
For the living and the dead.
How long till the two hunderd,
Those shuttered in their rest,
Awake and grow made new again,
By hatefearlust--failed tests?
What taps forlorn on the window?
Who gazes through the fog?
Tis the young departed heiress,
the Mistress of the bog.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Three Bears
Claude killed three bears with one shot,
But he died never understanding-
The Monroe Doctrine.
Mary Weller mothered three children,
But she died never understanding-
Her place in life.
Measure the greater loss.
But he died never understanding-
The Monroe Doctrine.
Mary Weller mothered three children,
But she died never understanding-
Her place in life.
Measure the greater loss.
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