Tuesday, February 09, 2016

OBSERVE THE STARS

The serial coincidences that are currently haunting me continue to appear.
Yesterday afternoon, Mel Calman's name came up in a conversation (the friend I was talking with used to know him). He happens to be one of my all-time favourite cartoonists. Tonight, eyes tight shut as per the rules, what book do you think my un-directed hand pulled out? I have crowded bookshelves in three different rooms and do not know what book is on each shelf.

The Big Novel by Mel Calman. On p.21 part of the text with the cartoon was: "...you tell me to observe the stars"

YOU TELL ME TO OBSERVE THE STARS
Okay but what can they show,
apart from Star Wars,
that I don't already know?

My horoscope?
That's just a soap
opera with predictable plot.
If I'm a Lion, as the star signs say,
why do I look like a dot
on the milkyway?

Is it stars of showbiz I should observe
or the other big biznesses with so much nerve?
I'm afraid I lack the concentration
to follow their myriad machinations.

If I had a telescope I might have been an astronomista
but right now I'm only an artista.

Monday, February 08, 2016

LOST BABY

If you've read my in-progress on-line autobio, you'll understand why I am startled by today's encounter with this particular book and the particular sentence on the page I opened. The News from Paraguay by Lily Tuck, p.206: "Too late she realized she wanted to keep the baby." 

TOO LATE SHE REALIZED SHE WANTED TO KEEP THE BABY 

Now this is really weird,
how could you know these things are seared
in my heart and in my hand
a lost baby, a lost land?

Could this be the fourth dimension
where such deeply buried tensions
are revealed by random choices,
unifying disparate voices?

Mind blank, eyes shut, open a book at any page
and sitting there in a word cage
some kind of message waits for me
its coded meaning to set free.

Saturday, February 06, 2016

THE PERSPECTIVE OF INTERESTS LEADS THE UNWARY ASTRAY

Interestingly, I'm finding that relying on chance as a trigger for inspiration not only provides provocative themes, but also seems to find synchronicities between them.

This evening I ran my blind hands across a high-up shelf and pulled out The Mind and Heart of Love by M.C. D'Arcy, opened it at p.248 and hit on this sentence:
... "the perspective of interests" leads the unwary astray. 

THE "PERSPECTIVE OF INTERESTS" LEADS THE UNWARY ASTRAY

Is a hidden agenda what you're trying to say?
If so I agree with the above,
there's more to the mind and heart of love
than meets the eye, the ear and more private parts. 


When you say you love me more than all the rest
I'll never know if in your heart
you mean I'm the one who passed your test,
a test I never knew I took.

Unwary I am, unwary I'll remain,
my own agenda's an open book.
If our perspective of interests is not the same
well, that's a shame,
but the road we're on is called "Astray"
maybe we'll meet love on the way.

BLURRING THE DISTINCTIONS

The book randomly chosen tonight: Georgia O'Keeffe by Lisa Mintz Messinger. The random line, P.132: "...blurring the distinctions between what was near and what was far." 

BLURRING THE DISTINCTIONS BETWEEN WHAT WAS NEAR AND WHAT WAS FAR 

The future oh so distant
when I was just a child
is now the present instant
which I'm about to file. 


Maybe these distinctions
between the far and near
are only false convictions
we cling to out of fear

of being lost in space
with no sense of direction
which is, in fact, the case,
worthy of inspection.

Why not a history class
where some ancient bloody mess
is not taught as the past
but today's news, hot off the press?

Is everything déja vu?
Yes, I think so. Do yu?