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Questions (still, again)

kalamazoo s

Mourning? is
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;
Shots unfilled.
Remain will the empty.

ethel lance

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.

daniel simmons

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 s

But wear.
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.
Mourning? reply.
Morning where? when? Tomorrow

no peace s

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.

never ending

Jimmy Kimmel said everything I want to say and more in his monologue the other night.

in memory of s

12/14/2012

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.

Learning to Fly

tom petty 1s

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

tom petty 2s

Words from Tom Petty and Colleen’s poetry challenge.

9/11/2017

twin towers leaf s

leaves rattle like bones
through bottomless clarity–
azure autumn sky

leaf close up s

This exquisite leaf was found on Broadway last week.

 

the verge of truth

on the verge s

the paths forsaken
the words unspoken, hanging
on the verge of truth

I wrote this for the Secret Keeper’s new Haiku Review challenge, but somehow it also seems appropriate for the general climate of the world right now as well…

 

Headline Haiku: in which endings are both lost and multipled (War is Not Healthy #3)

in which endings are both lost and multiplied close up s

Silence weeps
and eyes refuse sight.
No questions
can be posed,
nor answers given. Light is
erased. Dust and blood.

The news we see now is overwhelmed with US–our own politics are so chaotic and overwhelming that what is going on in the rest of the world seems almost to have disappeared.  This Headline Haiku was done by me months ago, from what seems to have been a different lifetime of everyday concerns and headlines.

But people are still dying in, and fleeing from, Syria.  And the world still seems paralyzed in response.

in which endings are both lost and multiplied s

My two previously posted Headline Haikus about Syria are currently appearing in the exhibit “We the People: Political Art in an Age of Discord” at the Barrett Art Center, in Poughkeepsie, NY.  All the work in the show is posted online here; Trump is definitely there, but not always front and center.

Out of sight
eyes and ears closing
refugees
out of mind
desperate lost abandoned
Is this will divine?

Politics is local, but we are connected in humanity and survival with all the peoples of the world.  We should not forget that.

 

Black Hole Sun (for Chris Cornell)

black hole sun s

All is black,
disguising the hole
in the sun.
The light won’t
swallow the scream inside you.
Songs still.  Won’t you come

around and
penetrate, cleanse, wash
time away?

Prayer eclipsed by Hell, the
wind stealing you gone.  The rain.

The storm. Whole.  Black.

black hole sun s

Another voice lost far too early, this time to suicide. 

Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States, claiming the lives of over 40,000 Americans every year, 50% of these with guns.

https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/suicide-prevention/index.shtml

http://www.chriscornell.com/

If You Know Someone in Crisis Call the toll-free National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (NSPL)  at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The service is available to everyone. The deaf and hard of hearing can contact the Lifeline via TTY at 1-800-799-4889. All calls are confidential.

http://www.crisistextline.org/

poem for dVerse Quadrille #34 storm

 

Midnight Rider

gregg allman s

To run and
be bound, to keep the
journeyed road–
yes it goes
on, held and released, goes on
running, forever,

and is the path not
paved with our feet?  All gonna
meet at the end.  Let
your voice travel between em,
those lines that surround and catch
the singing, all the
hymns of light, blues of Midnight–
trailing that Rider.

What a beautiful boy he was.  But his face grew into his music.  I was lucky enough to see the Allman Brothers a few years back in one of their NYC residences.

Shovel poem using two lines from Gregg Allman’s song “Midnight Rider” (read the last words of each line straight down).

Broken

never ending

unfathomable
 the future is exploded
time again undone

 

Chuck Berry 1926-2017

chuck berry s

Brown eyed handsome man:
the things you used to do.  That
Rock and Roll music.

Christophe Neimann

Netflix is doing a great documentary series called “Abstract”. Last night we watched the one about Christophe Neimann, an illustrator who currently lives in Berlin. I was beyond inspired. Mr. Neimann’s work can be seen on numerous New Yorker covers and can be followed on Instagram @abstractsundays. 

I hope I’m not breaking any copyright laws by posting some of his work. Here are some other examples. Just brilliant.