Category: Life

Poem: Better Angels

Out on errands, out on foot seeing and breathing whatever passes for Nature in Hollywood, I – which means you-me-we-us – you were doing what you always do on gentle mornings cinematically sunlit from the back: you were noticing. Walking and noticing energy organizing in most attractive and repellent ways. Seeing a fraction of the...

Honestly

Folks who begin sentences about themselves with the word “honestly” are subtly implying that there are times, perhaps many times – this particular time when they’re talking to you being an exception, of course – when they’re not honest. That’s why they’re prefacing their personal revelation with a qualifier, a certification of authenticity. This time,...

Samsara

The intent of the documentary “Samsara” is  to “illuminates the links between humanity and the rest of the nature, showing how our life cycle mirrors the rhythm of the planet.” Birth, life death: and repeat. The director and cinematographer Ron Fricke, working in ravishing 70mm film, guides us through the journey with no words, no...

Poem: Why Not Me?

My friend the genius musician artist said: “The three words that define Los Angeles are Why Not Me?” The correct question, as any enlightened person could tell you — and probably would if given an opportunity no matter how slender or conversationally tenuous, like a run-on sentence in an increasingly ponderous poem – the correct...

Poem: Your Choice

Where you want to put it, fool? On the dark? All right. I’ll say it again: All right. All right. You know it’s gonna be all right. Everything is gonna be all right even when it’s not. Perfection includes imperfection. And that includes you, fool. Perfectly imperfect worry machine, forgetting to clean behind the scene,...

Poem: Settled Issues

The darker the berry the sweeter the fruit. The higher the thread count the better the suit. Extraneous issues pretend to be moot. But inside our dreams they squawk and they hoot.   Now you want to challenge me? Pay the fee? Catastrophe of misunderstanding and misoversitting of petty hair-splitting and imprecise fitting – it’s...

Poem: Zen Situation

Anything that can be divided in half can be divided in half infinitely proving the impossible is the quotidian the magnificent mundane broadcasting to the edges where no one counts

Poem: Seeing Things

this peculiar ability to discern patterns amid chaos is the natural state of the universe or so we say when perfection exceeds our vision of what is possible and what is beyond mere possibility veering into realms explored in sweaty paperbacks and sterile laboratories where the where of who we are in the vastness is...

Poem: Abdication

Brother man can’t be chained put in a cage vomiting rage. Brother man is free. Try to put the wind behind bars try to chain the sea. Deflection misdirection missed connections. But still they flow immune from prison. When stopped they go. You could call it Zen. The ineffable indescribable unpoemable Soul is free.  ...

Poem: Respect Your Elders

Stubbornness wants to be a virtue, aspiring to be thought of as a mark of good character, nearly related (as if by marriage) to the better qualities Determination and Stick-to-itiveness. Stubbornness, however, is not Determination nor even Stick-to-itiveness. Stubbornness is an affront to Nature, an insult to Evolution, an honest admission of stupidity. I do...