#NaPoWriMo2016 – day 4 poem

it may all be lost in a masquerade –
that’s what Benson used to say
in the song that criss-crossed
between jazz and rhythm & blues –

maybe the universe is a giant hologram –
two dimensions projected over a 3d space,
and we all live in a simulated lab
of our own making – or our enemy’s –

which would explain the gaps
and limitations that often present themselves
in our silent hopes and daydreams –

and all the chit-chat we engage in
about race and sex and intersectionality.
Stop, the love you save may be your own.

 

Yes, the last line was borrowed from here:

And here is an abbreviated version of the George Benson classic:

#NaPoWriMo2016 – Day 3

Looks like we have survived the polar vortex. Heavy winds last night, lots of rain which will be good for my garden plot. All the seeds are in, speaking of which, except for the malagueta, which should be in by the end of the week. May plant Thursday morning to take advantage of the predicted rainfall this week.

#critlibchat Monday at 2pm. Want to write something in advance and post to my blog but there are so many ideas swirling, reading two papers and a stack of books. And the article about the Dartmouth students working to get the LCSH (Library of Congress subject headings) changed really has me excited about grassroots level critical librarianship. Maybe tonight.

No poem yet, not even a scribble.  May yet come, and if so, I’ll make a separate entry.

Hey, how about some Sunday afternoon jazz?  Here’s one of my Freddie Hubbard favorites:

 

#NaPoWriMo2016 – a day 2 poem

I pray my poems will re-emerge
in anonymity. There, in the future
is a place for thoughts they represent.

The present tense has potholes
and pitfalls, detoured roads
with false and dark dead ends.

Let the words alone be immortal.
No name need remain attached,
an empty burden, a shadow, and a cloud.

 

p.s. Happy Birthday, Marvin!

http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2016/04/the-literary-magazine-of-the-dark-web/476922/

NaPoWriMo2016 – Day 2

The rains that were promised yesterday barely came, just some on and off light showers followed by a bit of hail before I went to bed. Perhaps the hail is the leading edge of the polar vortex folks have been talking about…

So I have postponed planting (there will be photos of my community garden plot soon!) until after the cold snap, later this week. I have almost all the seeds I need – still waiting on some African malegueta (hot peppers).

Soon there will be coffee, my special power latte with half and half, coconut oil, butter, and honey, and oh, of course, shots of expresso. Gotta pump up the energy level, because if it’s Saturday, it’s #SaturdayLibrarian day.

I tried my hand at a little lune last night, the first day’s prompt:

the part of the brain
that writes needs
a long walk at dawn –

preferably along a water body
still or flowing
to a distant unseen destination

and the legs need walking –
stimulate the circulation,
quicken the heart beat pace