From of killed but spaces why? morning reply no what.
Where? more it when? tomorrow killed has and.
Black another questions wear gun color of sorrow and again just;
Remain will the empty.
I wanted to acknowledge Las Vegas. The dVerse prompt to ignore grammatical rules seemed a good way to reflect our country’s continued loss of syntax. But when I went to write something it just seemed I had nothing more to say. A quick look through the MTM archives counted at least 13 previous posts related to gun violence. Remember the shootings in Kalamazoo in February 2016? That’s what the black grid above was done for.
The two faces above? Victims of Dylann Roof in 2015. And below, cops killed while sitting in their patrol car in NYC in 2014.
Gun of again another why? color more empty is sorrow remain.
Of killed killed;
From what and the just black spaces;
Has and will no it questions shots unfilled.
Morning where? when? Tomorrow
Every day 88 people die by gun violence in the United States.
To make the poems above, I took what I had written for Kalamazoo, and plugged it into the Dada Poetry Generator. I did it about 15 times; all the results were pretty accurate as reflections of my jumbled feelings, and I chose two to use in this post. You can see the original poem here.
Jimmy Kimmel said everything I want to say and more in his monologue the other night.
Charlotte Bacon, 2/22/2006
Daniel Barden, 9/25/2005
Olivia Engel, 7/18/2006
Josephine Gay, 12/11/2005
Ana M Marquez-Greene, 4/4/2006
Dylan Hockley, 3/8/2006
Madeleine F Hsu, 7/10/2006
Catherine V Hubbard – 6/8/2006
Chase Kowalski, 10/31/2005
Jesse Lewis, 6/30/2006
James Mattioli, 3/22/2006
Grace McDonnell, 11/4/2005
Emilie Parker, 5/12/2006
Jack Pinto, 5/6/2006
Noah Pozner, 11/20/2006
Caroline Previdi, 9/7/2006
Jessica Rekos, 5/10/2006
Avielle Richman, 10/17/2006
Benjamin Wheeler, 9/12/2006
Allison N Wyatt, 7/3/2006
Rachel Davino, 7/17/198
Dawn Hochspring, 6/28/1965
Anne Marie Murphy, 7/25/1960
Lauren Russeau, 6/8/1982
Mary Sherlach, 2/11/1956
Victoria Soto, 11/04/1985
once again we ask:
why? no answer. no words left.
a prayer: have mercy.
All art from previous posts on the occasion of death by gunfire in the news.
Working on a mystery, going where it leads. Into the great wide open under skies of blue. Will you sail into the heavens, constellations in your eyes? A red-winged hawk is circling.
White light cuts a scar in the sky. Take it to the heart; face up to your soul. Stand in the moonlight. You belong somewhere you feel free.
The shape of the mist–
feels like something from a dream–
you’re learning to fly.
Songs quoted: Running Down a Dream, Into the Great Wide Open, The Dark of the Sun, You and I Will Meet Again, Luna, The Waiting, You Can Still Change Your Mind, Only a Broken Heart, Wildflowers, The Waiting, Learning to Fly
Words from Tom Petty and Colleen’s poetry challenge.
But how long is deep?
soon will always become when–
stone wind and rain light.
The earth follows, listening–
root and seed walking on air.
Suzanne at “On the Road” asked us to think about the concept of Wabi Sabi. She quotes Andrew Juniper: ” Wabi-sabi is an intuitive appreciation of a transient beauty in the physical world that reflects the irreversible flow of life in the spiritual world.”, noting how important this idea is to writing haiku.
The art came from some work I was doing on wet rice paper that bled through; I had put it on a piece of watercolor paper to keep it from tearing. After it dried and I lifted it off, I found that the impression underneath made an interesting shape, and I added a bit more paint on top to intensify the color.
And then I went to see what the Oracle had to say about it all.
Play. With words. Images. From images. (and words). Juxtaposition. Borrowing. The sound of silence. The dancing of music and time. Nonsense. (and sensibility). Geometry. Story, myth, oracle, dream. Serendipity. What is the question? (no answers, please). Thank you.
Sometimes in winter–
summer might as well be spring–
autumn in New York.
dVerse wants to know the “why” of our poetic style. In a haibun.
Yes, the birdlings are back.
leaves rattle like bones
through bottomless clarity–
azure autumn sky
This exquisite leaf was found on Broadway last week.
hand touching hand
the same path
For the “On the Road” prompt, A Heart as Clear as Water.
Flowers are flowers, mountains are mountains, I sit here, you stand there, and the world goes on from eternity to eternity, this is the suchness of things. – D.T. Suzuki
A wonderful prompt post including many haiku from the poet Chiyo Ni.
I have also linked to dVerse OpenLinkNight. Explore and enjoy!
As usual, the Oracle reflected my mood. Thinking of Walter Becker, and the wonderful words and music he made with Donald Fagan.
Any major dude with half a heart surely will tell you my friend
Any minor world that breaks apart falls together again
When the demon is at your door
In the morning it won’t be there no more
Any major dude will tell you
–from “Any Major Dude” by Donald Fagan and Walter Becker
I was lucky enough to see Steely Dan many times. Each time different and equally wonderful.
That’s Walter Becker on guitar. Forever playing in the Tower of Song.
hello makes people
grow big smiles—the mystery
and power of words