13 April 2006

roots

uprooted by McBeth.

"I see America spreading disaster. I see America as a black curse upon the world. I see a long night settling in and that mushroom which has poisoned the world withering at the roots."

- Henry Miller

brain splat

tie-dyed jeans by McBeth.

Her brain matter comes hurtling out
violently, sometimes
in words she may not mean,
words she saves for hurting times.

She doesn't always know how to be
clear neat concise
she isn't usually able to pick
favorite
from a top-down list

but just watch her
eliminate negatives
to see her
resulting
accentuated positives

If you want to know
be prepared to stop, drop and roll
she isn't easily given
to exposing tender
soft places

Truth?
She can tell what she knows of it
if you are skilled
patient enough
waiting, until she is ready
to be naked.

12 April 2006

fly fly away

two kites by McBeth.































I began to feel that I lived on a higher plane than the skeptics of the ground; one that was richer because of its very association with the element of danger they dreaded, because it was freer of the earth to which they were bound. In flying, I tasted a wine of the gods of which they could know nothing. Who valued life more highly, the aviators who spent it on the art they loved, or these misers who doled it out like pennies through their antlike days? I decided that if I could fly for ten years before I was killed in a crash, it would be a worthwhile trade for an ordinary life time.

— Charles A. Lindbergh, 'The Spirit of St. Louis'

you'll never walk alone

wild turkey in the woods by McBeth.

I thought I was alone this weekend as I walked through the UW Arboretum.

I was wrong.

Two wild turkey meandered along with me, or I with them, and eventually our paths led different ways. Theirs, into the deeper non-pathed woods; mine, back to the vehicle (since -having wandered far deeper INTO the woods than I had ever intended in delight with my walking companions- I was already late in picking up KD from the Monona Terrace gig she was at and had to retrace my steps and pick up the path from there to the parking area).

10 April 2006

Just like dear old gram

our grandparents were immigrants by McBeth.

There was a fantastic rally in support of changes in the nations immigration laws here in my little town today.

I didn't get close enough to those top capital steps to hear the speakers until Kathleen Falk and Mayor Dave spoke, but I was terribly proud of both the legal and not-yet-legal citizens of my city for standing up and for speaking out.

goodbye to you

two empty caps by McBeth.

So long, winter.
I carried two caps with me yet I never wore either of them.

I will not miss you.

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