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Tossing Invisible Coins

August 27, 2013 Leave a comment

turtlesI often consult the I Ching, using tossed coins to create the hexagrams that lead to the numbered passages.  The coins create broken lines, unbroken lines, and lines that change from broken to unbroken or unbroken to broken.  To me this is a kind of poetry, bringing into play the forces of gravity, time, momentum, friction, light and thought to deliver a message in a powerful yet circumspect way.  I suppose I go to the I Ching the same way I go to a poetry reading or slam – open to receive the lines that will speak to me a message that perhaps I seek without even knowing that I seek it.

The poems this week in the Poetry Locksmith pages at Eye On Life remind me of the enjambment (if you will) of the tossed coins of the I Ching.  There is quite an array of difference here, even between poems by the same poet.  Donal Mahoney continues his prolific streak and Samuel Vargo makes his EOL debut.  Please stop by and see if some of their wonderful, remarkable lines speak to you.

In other news, I wrote an article about the numbers and letters that appear on keys and a song called, “Anger Management.” 

I am ostensibly on vacation this week, but since it is more of a ‘stay-cation’ I am around today, having fun.  I wouldn’t mind if every day was like this.

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Silence and Poetry

August 18, 2013 Leave a comment

pin003_8152013Poetry is really the opposite of silence.  Poetry is the voice of the open heart, and even when you read the most inaccessible free verse you can hear with your mind’s ear the voice of the poet’s innermost self, if you listen.

I wrote a piece of music called Silence, but I could not stand to listen to myself sing it, so I published an instrumental version.  The words go like this:

Another song … why?  Sing it to the empty sky, the deaf and blind:  another song. 
Sometimes I open my mouth and sing loud and clear, but though people are near no one hears. 
When I sing, it seems that only I can hear, but if you listen you can hear me in the silence.

No one may notice, someday I’ll have gone on my way where nothing matters but energy. 
There may remain a melody and if you listen, maybe you will hear me in the silence.

In other news, Donal Mahoney has been exceedingly prolific this week, gracing Eye On Life with four – count ’em – four poems.  Impressive.  Stop by and enjoy.  Also I published an updated article about delayed egress hardware over on HubPages.

Looking forward to rehearsal this week with Unclaimed Freight and our family vacation at the end of August.  I hope everyone is enjoying a fine summer.