Tagged: robert pinsky

Poem: Full Circle

According to the label, this plastic jug of water Came to Los Angeles from New Zealand, where An artesian spring spews forth artisanal beverages for Sophisticated folk in search of hydration Not hubris. The water got here on a plane or a boat that Burned a different kind of petroleum product than What was used...

Poem: An Especially Eventful Tuesday

Tuesdays around here are Terrific Tuesdays! And not because of Tacos or Two-fers or the hair harvested like sod from Hasidic volunteers (Jew fur). No, Tuesdays are terrific around here, at my place and at the neighbors’. Tuesdays are when our domestic servants, our help, our remunerated slaves, our euphemism of choice – we get...

Poem: Why You’re Great

External stimuli cannot affect the silent mind harmonized with all the voices of the universe singing their discrete vibration now and forever in a perfect symphony of light.   Nothing from the outside can burrow inside the sanctuary of a peaceful soul joined in spirit with all that was and all that is.   Fantastic...

Poem: Let’s Do This

Let’s have a little argument Let’s have a little tiff Let’s castigate and conjugate Instead of light a spliff   Our passions stoked, our ire raised We commence to disagreeing About cannabis and worshipping And other ways of seeing   Yet all this time, as we yell, Nothing’s really changed The noise and clamor honks...

Poem: If Only

If only every single person on this cruelty infested planet could sit quietly beside my garden, then those who cared to listen might hear what twittering really sounds like.   If only every single person on this greed befouled planet could stroll carelessly through my neighborhood, then those who cared to look might see what...

Ignorance is Bliss When Justice Must Be Done

NEWS: THE SUPREME COURT RULED THIS WEEK ON THE CASE DISCUSSED BELOW, VOTING 5-4 AGAINST ALLOWING THE MURDER OF THE MENTALLY DISABLED Proponents of state-sponsored murder, the eye-for-an-eye mob who subscribe to the “killing people who kill people to show that killing is wrong” school of thought, had a rough week. PR-wise. Oh, they still won....

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...

Poem: Mind Your Business

When the angry mother of two successors to her gene pool behaved with an absence of cool failed to set a good example for her precious offspring neglected to teach them the importance of thinking about others as though they were sisters or brothers not competitors at a shrinking trough she was at that moment...

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...