Saturday, January 12, 2019

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (7)

Ah, but friend! We are too late. For although the gods still live,
      They are over our heads, aloft in another world.
Infinite they seem, and with little seeming regard for
      Whether we live, so much does the heavenly spare us.
For a feeble vessel is not always able to catch them,
      Only in spurts can man endure the fullness of Gods.
Dreaming of them has become our life. But going astray
      Relieves, like a nap, and strengthens the need and the night,
‘Til the heroes have grown sufficiently in the brazen cradle
      Hearts of force, as before, like those of celestials.
Like thunder it will come to them. But better, I think, to
      Sleep, to be free of companions is too much to be,
When it is to wait, not knowing what to do, and to say,
      Not knowing what poets are for in a poorer age.
But they are, you say, like the holy priest of the wine God,
      Who wanders from land to land in the holier night.

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Brod und Wein (7)
Aber Freund! wir kommen zu spät. Zwar leben die Götter,
     Aber über dem Haupt droben in anderer Welt.
Endlos wirken sie da und scheinens wenig zu achten,
     Ob wir leben, so sehr schonen die Himmlischen uns.
Denn nicht immer vermag ein schwaches Gefäß sie zu fassen,
     Nur zu Zeiten erträgt göttliche Fülle der Mensch.
Traum von ihnen ist drauf das Leben. Aber das Irrsal
     Hilft, wie Schlummer, und stark machet die Not und die Nacht,
Bis daß Helden genug in der ehernen Wiege gewachsen,
     Herzen an Kraft, wie sonst, ähnlich den Himmlischen sind.
Donnernd kommen sie drauf. Indessen dünket mir öfters
     Besser zu schlafen, wie so ohne Genossen zu sein,
So zu harren, und was zu tun indes und zu sagen,
     Weiß ich nicht, und wozu Dichter in dürftiger Zeit.
Aber sie sind, sagst du, wie des Weingotts heilige Priester,
     Welche von Lande zu Land zogen in heiliger Nacht.

Friday, January 11, 2019

Ex Nihilo

Pulled out of my cave
    to be half-formed and incomplete
As if it was always nothing
    on the other's other side,
Just the natterings of terror
     at the silences of space.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Desperate Texting

The past has effervesced.
On the Rive Gauche
There are yellow vests.
But we're always safe in the moment
Even if what is remembered
And what will be
Have flipped.

The Allegory of the Bubble:
The only order we know
Disintegrates before our eyes.
It can't happen, you say, fast enough,
As if we've been at war against
Not each other, but the consensus nightmare
For so long it seems now like a dream.

Our song becomes wrong,
Words change on the page,
Concepts disappear --
The one true fixed reality
Turns out nothing to be shared.
That's a line your life has led up to
-- As if it was worth it then.

Monday, January 7, 2019

List of Known Mandela Effects [Updated]

Brands:
Anheiser Busch became Anheuser Busch
Bragg’s natural products became Bragg natural products
Captain Crunch cereal became Cap’n Crunch
Cheez-Itz became Cheez-It
Chik-Fil-A became Chick-fil-a
Chuck E. Cheese restaurant became Chuck E. Cheese’s
CliffNotes became CliffsNotes
Cracker Jack’s became Cracker Jack
Depends became Depend
Double Bubble became Dubble Bubble
Eddy’s Ice Cream became Edy’s Ice Cream
Etch-a-Sketch became Etch A Sketch
Febreeze became Febreze
Ford added an elaborate flourish to the F in its cursive logo
Fruit Loops became Froot Loops
Fruit of the Loom logo lost its cornucopia around the fruit
Funions became Funyons
Kit-Kat became KitKat
JCPenny became JCPenney
Jiffy peanut butter became Jif
JoAnn's fabrics became JoAnn
Lego Duplos became Lego Duplo
Little Tykes toys became Little Tikes
Mellow Yellow soda became Mello Yello
Mike N Ike’s became Mike and Ike’s
Modge Podge became Mod Podge
Oreo Double Stuff became Oreo Double Stuf
Orowheat bread is now Oroweat
Oscar Meyer became Oscar Mayer
OxyClean became OxiClean
Pepsi circle logo lines changed from horizontal to off-angle
Pixie Stix became Pixy Stix
The Quaker Oats man replaced his 3 pointed hat with a cowboy hat
The Raison Bran sun lost his sunglasses 
Reddi-Whip became Reddi-Wip
Scott Towels became Scott’s Towels
SEVEN-ELEVEN became SEVEN-ELEVEn
Sketchers became Skechers
Staples replaced the l in its logo with a stylized staple
Subway logo went from one to two arrows
Target removed a circle from their logo
Tidy Cat became Tidy Cats 
Tony the Tiger's nose went from black to blue
Tostino’s Pizza Rolls became Totino’s Pizza Rolls
Vasoline became Vaseline
Vicks Vapor Rub became Vicks VapoRub 
Volkswagen logo went from connected V and W to separated
Volvo logo went from a circle to a male symbol
WhiteOut became WiteOut

Lines:
“Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?" is now "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?" (1:22 at this clip)
“Luke, I am your father” from The Empire Strikes Back is now “No, I am your father”
"Nobody bats an eye" from The Dark Knight is now "nobody panics."
“We’re gonna need a bigger boat” from Jaws is now “You’re gonna need a bigger boat” (link
“If you build it, they will come” from Field of Dreams is now “if you build it, he will come”
“That’s not a knife, this is a knife’ from Crocodile Dundee is now “that’s not a knife, that’s a knife.”
"Do you feel lucky? Well do you punk?" from Dirty Harry is now "Do I feel lucky? Well do you punk?" (see 2:00 in this clip)
“Life is like a box of chocolates” from Forrest Gump is now “Life was like a box of chocolates”
"You like me, you really like me" from Sally Field(s)'s 1985 Oscar acceptance speech is now "you like me, right now, you like me."
“Another fine mess you’ve gotten us into” from Laurel and Hardy is now “another fine mess you’ve gotten me into”
“Fly my pretties, fly” from the Wizard of Oz is now “Fly! Fly! Fly!”
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain” from the Wizard of Oz is now "pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”
“Mirror, mirror on the wall” from Snow White is now “magic mirror on the wall”
“Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to work we go” from Snow White is now “heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s home to work we go”
"There's a snake in my boot" from Toy Story is now "there's a snake in my boots"
"Bam bam far powr" from Night at the Museum 2 is now "boom boom fire power"
“I see white people” from Scary Movie is now “I see dead people”
“Hello Clarice” is no longer a line in Silence of the Lambs
"What if I told you everything you thought was true was a lie" is no longer a line from the Matrix
The Sinbad movie Shazaam (1993) no longer ever existed
“Please may I have some more” from Oliver Twist is now “Please, sir, I want some more”
“Romeo, O Romeo” from Romeo and Juliet is now “O Romeo, Romeo”
“The lion shall lay with the lamb” from Isaiah 11:6 (also Isaiah 65:25) in the Bible is now “the wolf shall dwell with the lamb”
The Lord's Prayer (Matthew 6:9-13) changed from "Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespassers, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Let us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil ..." to "Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

Names:
Dan Ackroyd became Dan Aykroyd 
Desi Arnez became Desi Arnaz
Berenstein Bears became Berenstain Bears
Hilary Clinton became Hillary Clinton
Sally Fields became Sally Field (link of some residue)
Mahatma Ghandi became Mahatma Gandhi
Evil Knevil became Evel Knievel
Seth McFarlane became Seth MacFarlane
Reba McIntyre became Reba McEntire
Proctor and Gamble became Procter and Gamble
Haley Joel Osmond became Haley Joel Osment
Joel Olsteen became Joel Osteen
Gordon Ramsey became Gordon Ramsay
George Reeve became George Reeves
Christopher Reeves became Christopher Reeve
LeAnn Rhimes became LeAnn Rimes
Smokey the Bear became Smokey Bear
Charles M. Schultz became Charles M. Schulz
Donna Summers became Donna Summer
Alec Trebek became Alex Trebek
Andrew Zimmerman became Andrew Zimmern

Lyrics and Lines:
“Tomorrow is only a day away” from Annie is now “tomorrow is always a day away”
“I got down on my knees / And I began to pray” from “California Dreamin’” became “I got down on my knees / And I pretend to pray”
"Happy Christmas (War is Over)" is now "Happy Xmas (War is Over)
“I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world” from Aqua is now “I’m a Barbie girl in the Barbie world”
"Closing the goddamn door" from "I write sins not tragedies" by Panic! at the Disco became "closing a goddamn door"
"So beautiful like a diamond in the sky" from "Diamonds" is now "so beautiful like diamonds in the sky"
“Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap” (link to residue) from “The Night Before Christmas” is now “Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap” (link to current)
"If at you first you don't succeed, try try again" from William Edward Hickson is now "if at first you don't succeed, try try try again."

Book and Movie Titles:
Cowboys vs. Aliens became Cowboys & Aliens
Interview with a Vampire became Interview with the Vampire
Johnny Quest became Jonny Quest
Looney Toons became Looney Tunes
Mommy Dearest became Mommie Dearest
Portrait of Dorian Gray became The Picture of Dorian Gray
The Rum Diaries became The Rum Diary
Sex in the City became Sex and the City
A Very Goofy Movie became An Extremely Goofy Movie

Arts and Culture
The word “dilemna” is now spelled “dilemma”
The word “liquify” is now spelled “liquefy”
The word “cemetary” is now spelled “cemetery”
Curious George lost his tail
Pikachu (male) no longer has a black stripe on his tail
Mickey Mouse no longer wears suspenders
Donald Duck's eyes changed from black to blue
Tinkerbell no longer flies over the magic kingdom
Rich Uncle Moneybags, the mascot of the Monopoly board game, no longer has a monocle
Dolly, the metal-mouthed arch Bond villain Jaws’ girlfriend in Moonraker, no longer has braces
The abominable snowman in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer no longer had his tooth pulled out by Hymie the dentist to cure his tooth pain, but is ambushed and has all of them pulled out to prevent him from attacking people
Mister Rogers no longer begins every program with "it's a wonderful day in the neighborhood" but "it's a wonderful day in this neighborhood"
Tom Cruise now longer dances in Risky Business wearing Rayban sunglasses and a white shirt
Exercise celebrity Richard Simmons went from always wearing a headband to never wearing a headband
The hiking emoji with the red backpack no longer exists
The Frenchie character in Grease is now Frenchy
C3PO now has one silver leg, one gold leg
Big Bird now has white feathers on his/her head instead of yellow
Motivational speaker Debbie Ford died in 2013 but is still giving speeches for Hay House
Lincoln’s left hand is now under the arm rest at the Lincoln Memorial
The Thinker by Auguste Rodin has moved his fist from his forehead to his chin
The Mona Lisa has gained a smirk

Historical Events
Hitler’s eyes turned from brown to blue
Uncle Sam’s hat turned from red, white and blue to all white
Tiananmen Square tank veered around protester instead of running over him
The Statue of Liberty has no longer ever been on Ellis Island
Franz Ferdinand went from nondescript assassination in an open car to an elaborate plot that included a bomb going off that killed passer-by
The Lindbergh kidnapping went from the most notorious unsolved missing persons crime in U.S. history to one in which the baby's body was found and the killer caught red handed
JonBenet Ramsey's body was found murdered instead of being a long-running missing person's case
UK minister Reddington no longer paid homage to Khrushchev's shoe-banging incident
JFK assassination went from 4 to 6 people in the presidential car
Sri Lanka moved on the map from due south of India to SE  
South America moved from due south of North America to much further east
The Capricorn astrological sign now has a mermaid's tail
Fidel Castro died in 2011 and again in 2016
The kidneys are now considered to be underneath the rib cage instead in the lower back
The heart is now centered in the rib cage
The union jack flag no longer has the red in the inner x stripe centered
The U.S. flag now has a white stripe under the stars instead of a red stripe

Saturday, January 5, 2019

The Mandela Effect and its Residue

One of the hottest trends going into 2019 has been the mind-bending interpenetration of subjective and objective reality called the Mandela Effect, or ME. The name derives from a collective experience in 1980’s South Africa where Nelson Mandela was reported dead in prison and buried with much fanfare, only to be released from prison many years later, and go on to the become the President of a unified South Africa.

Stated in its simplest terms, what countless people are now noticing is that there have been a large number of small changes in the things they remember, be they names, brands, movie lines, book titles, slogans, map locations, historical events, etc. that have been altered as if the former versions never existed. The collective memory no longer matches, in other words, the historical record. People, of course, misremember all the time, and assume lines like “play it again, Sam” or “Lucy, you have some splainin’ to do” were actually said, and mishear phrases like “there’s a bad moon on the rise” as “there’s a bathroom on the right.”

The Mandela Effect is altogether different, in that there has been an actual change made in reality. Today, for example, I looked into my closet for a bottle of crafting glue that, when I bought it two years ago, was called Modge Podge. Today, after the Mandela shift, the bottle is labeled Mod Podge. The old name of this product doesn’t exist anywhere, in fact there is no record it ever existed.

The only evidence left of the former reality is a trace, known as residue, of stray references to the old reality, such as a shot of the book cover of Portrait of Dorian Gray (now the Picture of Dorian Gray) in a still from a different movie, an old newspaper review that refers to Reba McIntyre (now McEntire), an Amazon listing under the Charles M. Schultz name we remember where the actual book sold has the “correct” Charles M. Shulz name that has now become the only possible spelling of his name, sporadic references to the lion laying down with the lamb although the original bible verse it is based on (Isaiah 11:6) only refers to “the wolf and lamb” laying down together. The ME change can be small, such as Forrest’s Gump’s iconic line “life is just a box of chocolates” now existing as “life was just a box of chocolates,” or it can be big, such as the memory of so many of visiting the Statue of Liberty on Ellis Island (when in fact there is no historical evidence it has ever been anywhere but Liberty Island).

What specifically causes this I have to leave to the many people in the field who are now pursuing it – suffice it to say there are many theories, from CERN-based time-space continuum ruptures, to deliberate AI gaslighting to keep us obsessed with our addictions to technology. One can choose to look at the phenomenon from the victim standpoint as someone powerless before forces trying to mess with us, alter our sense of reality a la Philip K. Dick, and divide us along the lines of our subjective experience, or look at it as evidence that life is much more miraculous and unknowable than our former programming believed it to be, to the point where the past can be seen as mutable and the veil over the illusion as starting to peel away.  

It can be jarring, however, to have vivid memories of, say, Tom Cruise dancing to “Old Time Rock and Roll” in the movie Risky Business wearing a white shirt and sunglasses (which he iconically threw off mid dance), only to find that he was actually wearing a pink shirt – and no sunglasses – in all historically preserved versions of the movie (except, of course, parodies like the movie Never Been Kissed, where he is back to white and sunglasses – the residue). Or to have built at least a part of one’s cultural archive from Sally Field’s “immortal” acceptance line at the 1985 Oscars “You like me, you really like me,” only to find it is now rendered as “You like me, right now, you like me.” Or to be told the startling revelation from Star Wars “Luke, I am your father” never happened, instead Darth Vader said “No, I am your father.”

It is all-too-easy to dismiss the pain of others when one doesn’t have the same cultural touchstones. I, for one, do not remember “Stouffer’s Stove Top Stuffing” so I cannot feel the frisson my wife feels at the loss of this reality. On the other hand, I know for fact that Mr. Rogers began every one of his Mister Rogers Neighborhood shows by singing “it’s a wonderful day in the neighborhood,” NOT “it’s a wonderful day in this neighborhood,” as all the archival footage now attests. But the change is so subtle, so seemingly inconsequential, that others just look at me sadly, as if my memory has failed and my sanity has become questionable. I can’t imagine what it would be like for those people who watched the comedian Sinbad’s 1993 genie movie Shazaam – one I remember but never saw – only to find out the movie never actually existed – even Sinbad himself claimed it was never made. And then, when you insist, to be mocked for your false memory by mind control websites like Snopes.

That is the heart of subjectivity’s darkness in this thing. But it is a human choice whether to make it stay that way. To demonstrate, I’ll use the example of one of many historical Mandela Effects, the change in narrative involving the Charles Lindbergh Jr. kidnapping. Anyone of a certain age remembers this as one of the great mysteries of the 20th century: What happened to the Lindbergh baby? The inability of the authorities to ever locate him or find his body made finding the perpetrator all but impossible. Even the Lindbergh’s themselves were put under a cloud of suspicion. Finally a German immigrant Bruno Hauptmann was apprehended – railroaded in many people’s estimation because he had none of the ransom money and no apparent connection to the Lindbergh’s – and convicted after a speedy trial amid a flurry of anti-German sentiment. Before his sentence was even carried out, he committed suicide in jail under less than clear circumstances, without a suicide note.

It was widely regarded as a Rosenberg-type miscarriage of American justice based on ethnic stereotypes and a need for closure. Without the baby, though, there was never closure, and the missing Lindbergh baby became a fodder for late-night comedians for over 50 years. As late as 1993 Grandpa Simpson woke up from a nap to claim he was the Lindbergh baby.

Fortunately, thanks to the Mandela Effect, none of that actually happened. The baby’s body was found shortly after the kidnapping, Bruno worked for the Lindbergh’s, was identified after an initial forensic problem of lack of fingerprints, and definitively put to death by electric chair less than six months later. The only evidence that it was ever anything different are the aforementioned Simpsons episode and similar American Dad and The Good Wife references (“The Lindbergh baby is an ongoing investigation” is the line from the latter – 2010 - TV episode).

So, in effect, they’ve solved one of the greatest forensic cases in U.S. history by re-writing it! And not just the books; tangible evidence, court records, newspaper accounts. It all appears to have been operated on some alternative – more convenient – timeline.

I received personal verification of this myself when I brought the Lindbergh ME to the attention of my best friend, in an effort to interest him in this topic. Instead of his remembering the missing Lindbergh baby as a long-running gag, he proclaimed himself an expert on the case and immediately and passionately offered theories, arguments and details that fit the new reality, as if he had been studying it his whole life. He considered my account to be like gibberish compared to his detailed understanding of the case, which was equally baffling to me.

And this, I submit, is cause for wonder and awe, not confusion and terror. Consider another example, the switching of the Superman Reeve(s) names. What a bizarre coincidence of history that the two most prominent actors to play Superman both died prematurely through inexplicably violent means (known as “the Superman curse”) and, more to the point, both had last names that were a variant of Reeve. 50’s TV Superman George Reeve was killed / committed suicide by gunshot at age 45, while 70-80’s movie Superman Christopher Reeves died of complications from a paralyzing fall from a horse at age 52. Well, to show that the Mandela Effect is not without a sense a humor in such grisly circumstances, their names have now been switched; it’s now George Reeves and Christopher Reeve. And the residue on this one is fascinating! We have the spectacle of hard-core Superman fans bragging about their autographed photo of “George Reeve,” but the actual photo is signed “George Reeves.” Similarly, a later fan located a rare first contract for “Christopher Reeves”, but the signature itself is by “Christopher Reeve.” The names that fans remember have been excised from existence.

But it gets even weirder; one researcher found a clip of an old Jay Leno show where Jay Leno referred to Christopher Reeve (“you are friends, right, with Christopher Reeve?”) but his guest Robin Williams referred to Christopher Reeves (“yes, Mr. Reeeeeves, Mr. Reeeeeves.”) Are they operating on two different timelines, in alternate realities? Or is the erasure process somehow not yet complete?
 
This picture was posted in 2017 on a debunking theMandela Effect website as an example of how it’s so easy to confuse JCPenny with JCPenney even store employees can put the wrong sign on the building. The only problem is that in 2019 the sign says JCPenney, indicating that it too has shifted to the new reality. 



A similar mid-erasure trace can be found in the Mt. Everest explorer Sir Edmond Hilary, which half the time is spelled with one l, the other half with two. I have an interesting theory on this. It has to do with a long-refuted claim by Hilary (now Hillary) Clinton that the odd spelling of her first name (one l) was because she was named after Sir Edmond (also one l). Such statements would not make any sense, now that her name has been safely changed for posterity, if the New Zealand explorer’s name wasn’t correspondingly shifted.

But that’s just my theory. The work on this topic has barely begun, and many new researchers have started congregating to the reddit and other social media boards with new examples to vet. For the (ongoing) record, here is a by-no-means exhaustive list of some documented Mandela Effects as of this date. Happy hunting!

Brands (in all these cases, there is little to no record any of these earlier brands existed; this is not a case of re-branding -- like Cup O Noodles to Cup Noodles in 1993 or Herbal Essence to Herbal Essences in 1999):
Anheiser Busch became Anheuser Busch
Bragg’s natural products became Bragg natural products
Captain Crunch cereal became Cap’n Crunch
Cheez-Itz became Cheez-It
Chik-fil-a became Chick-fil-a
Chuck E. Cheese restaurant became Chuck E. Cheese’s
CliffNotes became CliffsNotes
Cracker Jack’s became Cracker Jack
Depends became Depend
Double Bubble became Dubble Bubble
Eddy’s Ice Cream became Edy’s Ice Cream
Etch-a-Sketch became Etch A Sketch
Febreeze became Febreze
Fruit Loops became Froot Loops
Fruit of the Loom logo lost its cornucopia around the fruit
Funions became Funyons
Kit-Kat became KitKat
JCPenny became JCPenney
Jiffy peanut butter became Jif
JoAnn's fabrics became JoAnn
Lego Duplos became Lego Duplo
Little Tykes toys became Little Tikes
Mellow Yellow soda became Mello Yello
Mike N Ike’s became Mike and Ike’s
Modge Podge became Mod Podge
Oreo Double Stuff became Oreo Double Stuf
Orowheat bread is now Oroweat
Oscar Meyer became Oscar Mayer
OxyClean became OxiClean
Pixie Stix became Pixy Stix
The Quaker Oats man replaced his 3 pointed hat with a cowboy hat
The Raison Bran sun lost his sunglasses 
Reddi-Whip became Reddi-Wip
Scott Towels became Scott’s Towels
SEVEN-ELEVEN became SEVEN-ELEVEn
Sketchers became Skechers
Subway logo went from one to two arrows
Target removed a circle from their logo
Tidy Cat became Tidy Cats (This thread is a good example of “flipping,” where the names revert back -- and sometimes forth -- as underlying timelines change; as of today, however, every example of Tidy Cat cited is now Tidy Cats)
Tony the Tiger's nose went from black to blue
Tostino’s Pizza Rolls became Totino’s Pizza Rolls
Vasoline became Vaseline
Vicks Vapor Rub became Vicks VapoRub (this video has some interesting residue of a competitor brand comparing itself to Vicks Vapor Rub, which otherwise never existed)
Volkswagen logo went from connected V and W to separated
Volvo logo went from a circle to a male symbol
WhiteOut became WiteOut

Lines:
 “Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?" is now "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?" (1:22 at this clip)
“Luke, I am your father” from The Empire Strikes Back is now “No, I am your father”
“If you build it, they will come” from Field of Dreams is now “if you build it, he will come”
"Nobody bats an eye" from The Dark Knight is now "nobody panics."
“We’re gonna need a bigger boat” from Jaws is now “You’re gonna need a bigger boat” (link
“That’s not a knife, this is a knife’ from Crocodile Dundee is now “that’s not a knife, that’s a knife.”
"Do you feel lucky? Well do you punk?" from Dirty Harry is now "Do I feel lucky? Well do you punk?" (see 2:00 in this clip)
“Life is like a box of chocolates” from Forrest Gump is now “Life was like a box of chocolates”
“Another fine mess you’ve gotten us into” from Laurel and Hardy is now “another fine mess you’ve gotten me into”
“Fly my pretties, fly” from the Wizard of Oz is now “Fly! Fly! Fly!”
“Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain” from the Wizard of Oz is now "pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”
“Mirror, mirror on the wall” from Snow White is now “magic mirror on the wall”
“Heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to work we go” from Snow White is now “heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s home to work we go”
“I see white people” from Scary Movie is now “I see dead people”
“Hello Clarice” is no longer a line in Silence of the Lambs
“Please may I have some more” from Oliver Twist is now “Please, sir, I want some more”
“Romeo, O Romeo” from Romeo and Juliet is now “O Romeo, Romeo”
“The lion shall lay with the lamb” from the Bible is now “the wolf shall dwell with the lamb”

Names:
Dan Ackroyd became Dan Aykroyd 
Desi Arnez became Desi Arnaz
Berenstein Bears became Berenstain Bears
Hilary Clinton became Hillary Clinton
Sally Fields became Sally Field (link of some residue)
Evil Knevil became Evel Knievel
Reba McIntyre became Reba McEntire
Proctor and Gamble became Procter and Gamble
Haley Joel Osmond became Haley Joel Osment
Joel Olsteen became Joel Osteen
Gordon Ramsey became Gordon Ramsay
George Reeve became George Reeves
Christopher Reeves became Christopher Reeve
LeAnn Rhimes became LeAnn Rimes
Smokey the Bear became Smokey Bear
Charles M. Schultz became Charles M. Schulz
Donna Summers became Donna Summer
Alec Trebek became Alex Trebek
Andrew Zimmerman became Andrew Zimmern

Lyrics:
“Tomorrow is only a day away” from Annie is now “tomorrow is always a day away”
“I got down on my knees / And I began to pray” from “California Dreamin’” became “I got down on my knees / And I pretend to pray”
“Son, can you play me a memory?” from “Piano Man” became “Son, can you play me a melody?”
“I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world” from Aqua is now “I’m a Barbie girl in the Barbie world”
“Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap” (link to residue) from “The Night Before Christmas” is now “Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap” (link to current)

Book and Movie Titles:
Cowboys vs. Aliens became Cowboys & Aliens
Interview with a Vampire became Interview with the Vampire
Looney Toons became Looney Tunes
Mommy Dearest became Mommie Dearest
Portrait of Dorian Gray became The Picture of Dorian Gray
The Rum Diaries became The Rum Diary
Sex in the City became Sex and the City

Arts and Culture
The word “dilemna” is now spelled “dilemma”
The word “liquefy” is now spelled “liquefy”
The word “cemetary” is now spelled “cemetery”
Curious George lost his tail
Pikachu (male) no longer has a black stripe on his tail
Mickey Mouse no longer wears suspenders
Donald Duck's eyes changed from black to blue
Tinkerbell no longer flies over the magic kingdom
Rich Uncle Moneybags, the mascot of the Monopoly board game, no longer has a monocle
Dolly, the metal-mouthed arch Bond villain Jaws’ girlfriend in Moonraker, no longer has braces
The abominable snowman in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer no longer had his tooth pulled out by Hymie the dentist to cure his tooth pain, but was ambushed and had all of them pulled out to prevent him from attacking people
C3PO now has one silver leg, one gold leg
Big Bird now has white feathers on his/her head instead of yellow
Lincoln’s left hand is now under the arm rest at the Lincoln Memorial
The Thinker by Auguste Rodin has moved his fist from his forehead to his chin
The Mona Lisa has gained a smirk

Historical Events
Hitler’s eyes turned from brown to blue
Uncle Sam’s hat turned from red, white and blue to all white
Tiananmen Square tank veered around protester instead of running over him
Franz Ferdinand went from nondescript assassination in an open car to an elaborate plot that included a bomb going off that killed passer-by
JFK assassination went from 4 to 6 people in the presidential car
Sri Lanka moved on the map from due south of India to SE  
The Capricorn astrological sign now has a mermaid's tail
Fidel Castro died in 2011 and again in 2016
The kidneys are now considered to be underneath the rib cage instead in the lower back
The union jack flag no longer has the red in the inner x stripe centered
The U.S. flag now has a white stripe under the stars instead of a red stripe

Swirling with Mandela

I know the past is not immutable, but
I’ve been messing with Grant Green’s time
In my mind for so long I can’t help but feel
Somewhat responsible
When the world of record changes what we
Saw and heard
From what we remembered,

Which never existed, officially,
Instead the details were changed, slowly and subtly,
As if we are the ones who can explain
This sudden breach of protocol
Or call ourselves the mad ones
With damaged recall, who flirt with
Insanity because we can’t help
But believe in what’s inside.

Does it matter that such things no longer exist
And the only record will die with us?
How different is that from the way they say it is,
That infinite nothingness takes the universe
To nonexistence eventually?

There is something malfeasant
In all we see and hear;
The slightest twitch could bring the whole thing down.

Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Alone on the Beach, New Year’s Day

I hold on strong to the pain of separation,
As if the lesson of being alone is an end in itself:
To be free of the walk in crystal
Where every vibration is full of eyes,
Light released on its way through, equally
Given and received.
                                    
Better to vie to be paid attention to,
And yearn, like any victim, enough to offer
Anything that’s true, and accept even the smallest
Hint of praise as acceptable, as something due,
Than be responsible

For the trajectory of gull, the spray kicked up
Into radiance, or be the slow flow yielding
To the resistance of the shore
And the currents of thought caught in the tow,
To only be over them, like wings in the sun,
In hovering become what can only be known
A second behind, the shell shine, the ripples in
The blue sand, echoes from a distant mind.

Maybe the sheen out all the way to Catalina
Is something to be sensed in reaches of space,
As what is there is mingled with what’s here, silently,
Beyond the surface that I am, to feel only wind
As the children on the sandbar chasing fantasies of crab
Become shadows. The layered folds of blue give way
To the hegemony of gold, as the shapes move to late
Afternoon abstraction.

And in the pits the fires begin, like flags
Of those who resist the limitlessness of love,
To articulate the degree of aloneness
We need to feel, to be.

What looks out, from the piers, in wide windows,
An incandescent silence of white.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Turn

The same desire
That does not want
This sunset to go
Invests these palms
With meaning
As the clock pre-
Tends to turn
For the sake of us
Doing this.

Monday, December 31, 2018

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (6)

And now he thinks he can pay sincere respects to the dead gods
     Wholeheartedly, for everything must declare its praise.
None are approved to see the light if they do not please the high,
     Nor is the upper air deserved in idle trying.
Solemn thus the people stand, arranged in exquisite order
     Among each other, to be worthy in the presence
Of the divine, and they build their fine temples, their cities
     Lofty and immovable, to rise above the shores —
But where are they? Where do the renowned festival crowns bloom?
     Athens and Thebes have wilted; weapons whisper no more
In Olympus, no games for the gold fighting chariots,
     And are garlands no longer hung on the Corinth ships?
Why are they, as well, the old and holy theaters, silent?
     Why is there no joy when all the dancers are absolved?
Why is God not drawn, as before, on the forehead of a man,
     The stamp pressed, as before, but with no measures taken?
Or maybe he came himself and took the shape of a man
     And soothed the heavenly feast to its consummate close.

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Brod und Wein (6)

Und nun denkt er zu ehren in Ernst die seligen Götter,
     Wirklich und wahrhaft muß alles verkünden ihr Lob.
Nichts darf schauen das Licht, was nicht den Hohen gefället,
     Vor den Aether gebührt Müßigversuchendes nicht.
Drum in der Gegenwart der Himmlischen würdig zu stehen,
     Richten in herrlichen Ordnungen Völker sich auf
Untereinander und baun die schönen Tempel und Städte
     Fest und edel, sie gehn über Gestaden empor –
Aber wo sind sie? wo blühn die Bekannten, die Kronen des Festes?
     Thebe welkt und Athen; rauschen die Waffen nicht mehr
In Olympia, nicht die goldnen Wagen des Kampfspiels,
     Und bekränzen sich denn nimmer die Schiffe Korinths?
Warum schweigen auch sie, die alten heilgen Theater?
     Warum freuet sich denn nicht der geweihete Tanz?
Warum zeichnet, wie sonst, die Stirne des Mannes ein Gott nicht,
     Drückt den Stempel, wie sonst, nicht dem Getroffenen auf?
Oder er kam auch selbst und nahm des Menschen Gestalt an
     Und vollendet' und schloß tröstend das himmlische Fest.

Sunday, December 30, 2018

Sunny Sunday in the Park with Children

The trees have no words to tell us
    the pain we have caused,
As we haven’t the eyes to see
    dead stalks as breathing antennae
And the constant arrangements of beauty
    as life agreeing
From one throbbing heart
    we are somehow free from –

Its warmth is only a brush fire
    set far away by our children,
Who never really listened – we’re so afraid
    that they’ll get caught.

Friday, December 28, 2018

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (5)

The children turn away when you come, benumbed by their striving
     At happiness, for it arrives too bright, too blinding
And man shies away, scarcely knows what to say to you,
     The half-god he gives names to, and supplicates with gifts.
But your courage is prodigious, your pleasure fills his heart
     And it barely matters that he doesn’t know his worth,
Wastes his works, and makes the sacrilegious seem almost holy,
     What he consecrates with foolish, benevolent hand.
The heavenly tolerate this as long as they can; but then
     Even you’re adapted to the happiness of man
As day after day you witness how he calls for one and all,
     From long ago, for the holy face to be revealed,
Though openly filled, deep in his secret breast, with contentment,
     To ask his first and only wish: to be made happy;
Thus is man; as soon as things of worth are offered as gifts
     They become as gods to him, although he does not know
And does not see it. His burden before, he calls his loved one
     Now, now words, in exchange, must become like blossoms.

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Brot und Wein (5)
Unempfunden kommen sie erst, es streben entgegen
     Ihnen die Kinder, zu hell kommet, zu blendend das Glück,
Und es scheut sie der Mensch, kaum weiß zu sagen ein Halbgott,
     Wer mit Namen sie sind, die mit den Gaben ihm nahn.
Aber der Mut von ihnen ist groß, es füllen das Herz ihm
     Ihre Freuden und kaum weiß er zu brauchen das Gut,
Schafft, verschwendet und fast ward ihm Unheiliges heilig,
     Das er mit segnender Hand törig und gütig berührt.
Möglichst dulden die Himmlischen dies; dann aber in Wahrheit
     Kommen sie selbst und gewohnt werden die Menschen des Glücks
Und des Tags und zu schaun die Offenbaren, das Antlitz
     Derer, welche, schon längst Eines und Alles genannt,
Tief die verschwiegene Brust mit freier Genüge gefüllet,
     Und zuerst und allein alles Verlangen beglückt;
So ist der Mensch; wenn da ist das Gut, und es sorget mit Gaben
     Selber ein Gott für ihn, kennet und sieht er es nicht.
Tragen muß er, zuvor; nun aber nennt er sein Liebstes,
     Nun, nun müssen dafür Worte, wie Blumen, entstehn.

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Conceptions of Kate

Sunrise clouds bring so much gold
Is it possible to know
How much we give,
If we give at all?

The blue buildings glow in the low light
As if they wait for us to fill them
With coffee and ourselves.

Such a gift when it is pulled away
To the freedom of the night,
So we can confuse the disappearing with
Something being given in return.

I never told you, Kate, how I learned about words
When you stepped out of the sun's way
On that rickety deck. I have to admit you gave me that,
For to say you did nothing at all

Would mean that no one did,
That we all were prodigal, spoiled,
Mere receivers of a one-way flow

Who thought that the discernment
We protected ourselves with 
Was a fair exchange,
And our thanks to God a formula for escape.

It’s hard to endure, as we’re required, our own minds,
The little that we’ve done against a whole
That asks only to be seen.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Birds Guarding a Secret

The surf cries over its spilled milk
As the universal curve
Breaks into beads of words
Alive, deposited, still moving,
To chafe inside the wind
And perambulate into shapes
Before they migrate in lines of force
Back, if not home, to some stasis state
That never stays,
Exposing mirrors
And the double image of gulls
Who rise, half wind, half mind,
As if the sun doesn't want us to look
On what we are.

Christmas Ditty

The dragons are at peace
On the felt orange cloth
As if that's something unique
For the day the sun
Moves again in the sky

The urge for acquisition became
The satiety of the acquired
The chocolate was neither too
Bitter nor too sweet
As we willed it to be

The frankincense burns an oblique
Entry for the oboe
Melody of primordial favorites
Of a cinnamon stick and green
Patio set singularity

As we wish our days to be
They are wished to be
Nothing real can stay
Oh but dreams confer our immortality
Through the confusions of exile

Is this a death or a birth or both?
Does it even matter how
The record plays again
Each time the same
Each time impenetrably different?

Monday, December 24, 2018

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (4)

O blessed Greece! The haven of everything heavenly,
     So could it be true then, what we once heard in our youth?
Festival hall! Your floor is the sea! Your table the mountains,
     The only constructions from the ancient tradition!
But the thrones, where are they? Where are the temples, and the vessels
     Filled with nectar, the desire of the gods for song?
Where, where do they cast light, the apt maxims to the future?
     When Delphi lies dormant where does their great finesse sound?
Where is the quick crack of thunder to flash out of clear skies,
     Filled with the ubiquity of bliss, into the eyes?
Father of the air! So the cry would fly from tongue to tongue
     A thousand fold, for no one could bear this life alone;
Such good comes from trading in allotted goods, with strangers,
     It grows to jubilee, asleep to the word’s power:
Father! Bright! And the ancient omens echo as far as
     It goes, from parents passed, precise and prolific, down.
That's how they turn away from the heavenly, descending
     Out of day, and quivering, the people, at their shades.

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Brod und Wein (4)
Seliges Griechenland! du Haus der Himmlischen alle,
     Also ist wahr, was einst wir in der Jugend gehört?
Festlicher Saal! der Boden ist Meer! und Tische die Berge,
     Wahrlich zu einzigem Brauche vor alters gebaut!
Aber die Thronen, wo? die Tempel, und wo die Gefäße,
     Wo mit Nektar gefüllt, Göttern zu Lust der Gesang?
Wo, wo leuchten sie denn, die fernhintreffenden Sprüche?
     Delphi schlummert und wo tönet das große Geschick?
Wo ist das schnelle? wo brichts, allgegenwärtigen Glücks voll,
     Donnernd aus heiterer Luft über die Augen herein?
Vater Aether! so riefs und flog von Zunge zu Zunge
     Tausendfach, es ertrug keiner das Leben allein;
Ausgeteilet erfreut solch Gut und getauschet, mit Fremden,
     Wirds ein Jubel, es wächst schlafend des Wortes Gewalt:
Vater! heiter! und hallt, so weit es gehet, das uralt
     Zeichen, von Eltern geerbt, treffend und schaffend hinab.
Denn so kehren die Himmlischen ein, tiefschütternd gelangt so
     Aus den Schatten herab unter die Menschen ihr Tag.

Sunday, December 23, 2018

The Recycling of the Year

In the beginning, I won’t know
     how he came to be so sad
          in that moment,
What led up to it will finally be
     a mystery, and what will happen
         won’t be known

And in its place is everything,
     the secret in my bones,
          no need to reach, for
I can live beyond
     my means
          of nearby galaxies,
         
The stillness of the crystal
     transcends all flow,
          no matter how entrancing
To go in and out of knowing,
     for the whole is missing nothing,
          only the moments expand to oblivion

As we move on, caretakers of vibration
     who never know how right we are,
          not even knowing we go nowhere
We’ve never been before, only this time
     the world, so patient,
          is ready to be seen.

Friday, December 21, 2018

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (3)

We hide in vain our inmost hearts as well, and in vain we
     Hide our courage, both masters and boys, for whose wish is
To hinder it, and who would ever prohibit our joy?
     Divine fire drifts, by day and night, into the open.
Come, that we may look out on what hasn’t yet been bounded,
     To seek out something of our own, far though it may be.
One thing abides; it is present at midday or it comes
     By way of midnight, there is always a dimension
Shared by all in common, but each is also given his own,
     To go to and to come from, whatever span he knows.
Thus lunacy likes to gloat in holy night, when it sneers
     At disdain and seizes, in an instant, the singers.
So come to the Isthmus! There, where the open ocean whispers
     Below Parnassus and snow glistens on Delphic cliffs,
On to the land of Olympus, the heights of Cithaeron,
     There among the spruces, amidst the grapes, and down to
Thebes where Ismenius rustles through the land of Cadmus,
     There will reappear the sign of the returning God.

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Brod und Wein (3)

Auch verbergen umsonst das Herz im Busen, umsonst nur
     Halten den Mut noch wir, Meister und Knaben, denn wer
Möcht es hindern und wer möcht uns die Freude verbieten?
     Göttliches Feuer auch treibet, bei Tag und bei Nacht,
Aufzubrechen. So komm! daß wir das Offene schauen,
     Daß ein Eigenes wir suchen, so weit es auch ist.
Fest bleibt Eins; es sei um Mittag oder es gehe
     Bis in die Mitternacht, immer bestehet ein Maß,
Allen gemein, doch jeglichem auch ist eignes beschieden,
     Dahin gehet und kommt jeder, wohin er es kann.
Drum! und spotten des Spotts mag gern frohlockender Wahnsinn,
     Wenn er in heiliger Nacht plötzlich die Sänger ergreift.
Drum an den Isthmos komm! dorthin, wo das offene Meer rauscht
     Am Parnaß und der Schnee delphische Felsen umglänzt,
Dort ins Land des Olymps, dort auf die Höhe Cithärons,
     Unter die Fichten dort, unter die Trauben, von wo
Thebe drunten und Ismenos rauscht im Lande des Kadmos,
     Dorther kommt und zurück deutet der kommende Gott.

Solstice Poem

The last of the yellow trees
Cling to their heavy red berries

The spirit of prophecy may be willing
But the flesh of the prophet is ever reluctant

Some things resist being swept away
— That pawn shop on Beach Boulevard —

The fire drifts slowly to the ground
The air is a void

Whatever has been realized
Must give way

But it feels, every time,
Like something died

Thursday, December 20, 2018

On Learning All I Know is Wrong

I worship it turns out
What I created
To learn who I am I guess

And continue to resist
What made me
So the lesson persists

And how I feel about it
— All I am — is canceled
In the languaging

A clear path of
Unerring error
Lies ahead

The most exciting
Thing I know
That all else pales against

To be lost and wrong
Confused and alone
Forced to be sane

The fragments
In the mind always
Almost solved

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Poems from Books

They have lusted for a most moon moment
That seems impermanent

But caught clover on the line
After the owl had left the barn

And the halos began to show
Before the stare where everything disappeared

So the Earth grows larger gaining debris
We make meaning from all that we see

Forgetting it’s a dream
Where all that happens is accepted as sense

Without question and lost instantly
So it may be reclaimed

We’re skeptical that the pole is an angel
But trust histories we’ve never before experienced

And only see what has ceased to exist
For the real is too raw

Too overwhelming and the false
Is easier to learn from

For remembering means
You have forgotten everything

And must make the most
Of the little you’ve gained

Instead of bravely knowing
The mystery will never fall from your grasp

Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Because Words Can No Longer Not Be Said

The poet that I never read is leaving town.
The men, it seems, have disappeared entirely.
There are so few vagrants left to comb the weeds’
Safe spaces in between the warehouse tracks,
Chasing – do we even remember? – some flat-tailed
Whippoorwill – completely imagined – as it flies
To the nearest piano bar, where it is safe to
Understand women, though most are leashed to shopping bags
With unheard but no less oppressive timers
As they sigh into the grain of faux mahogany.

I haven’t the imagination to conceive
The poems he would write – shuttled like a shuttlecock
Between the Woman and the Man – and children too sad
They must steal away any time for words as their
Service to his cause, the long, inarticulate sigh.

When did they stop looking the other way at
Perversity? When did it become such a gift?
If I knew what closes in as truth, not consequence
I might be more upbeat about experience
As it leaves like sewage to the nearest no place.
The razor wire, it glistens, but it seems a pale
Contrivance of a world long left behind,
Where they cared enough to quiver at the bad.

When you’re always wrong, there’s always opportunity
To admit it. The dishes always must be cleaned,
The clothes themselves will say how they’re to be folded,
A problem besides why that guy left for the hills
Will fill my mind tonight. The past will have to wait.

Monday, December 17, 2018

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (2)

The grace of the exalted is wonderful, and no one
     Knows from whence she came or whatever happened to her.
Such is her pull on our world, and the hopeful soul of humans, that
     Even the wisest don’t understand, what prepares them,
As is willed by the central God, who loves you very much,
     And thus you prefer, to her dark, the practical day.
But sometimes even a clear eye loves to bask in shadow
     And tries to sleep, before it is needed, for pleasure,
Or a devout man will look longingly into the night,
     Yes, it’s fitting we anoint her with garlands and song,
Because she sanctifies the wrong, the wayward and the dead,
     Though the self survives, eternal, in freest spirit.
But she does this for us, that our dither in the transient
     Will gather as well something durable in the dark,
To be granted the oblivion of the holy drunk,
      Granted the flowing word, which is to be as lovers,
Sleepless and reckless, our cups filled to the brimful with life,
     Holy memory too, to keep vigil through the night.

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Brod und Wein (2)

Wunderbar ist die Gunst der Hocherhabnen und niemand
     Weiß von wannen und was einem geschiehet von ihr.
So bewegt sie die Welt und die hoffende Seele der Menschen,
     Selbst kein Weiser versteht, was sie bereitet, denn so
Will es der oberste Gott, der sehr dich liebet, und darum
     Ist noch lieber, wie sie, dir der besonnene Tag.
Aber zuweilen liebt auch klares Auge den Schatten
     Und versuchet zu Lust, eh' es die Not ist, den Schlaf,
Oder es blickt auch gern ein treuer Mann in die Nacht hin,
     Ja, es ziemet sich ihr Kränze zu weihn und Gesang,
Weil den Irrenden sie geheiliget ist und den Toten,
     Selber aber besteht, ewig, in freiestem Geist.
Aber sie muß uns auch, daß in der zaudernden Weile,
     Daß im Finstern für uns einiges Haltbare sei,
Uns die Vergessenheit und das Heiligtrunkene gönnen,
     Gönnen das strömende Wort, das, wie die Liebenden, sei,
Schlummerlos und vollern Pokal und kühneres Leben,
     Heilig Gedächtnis auch, wachend zu bleiben bei Nacht.

Sunday, December 16, 2018

Day at the Beach with Cell Phones

My face won’t stay fixed in the mirror,
Like that song by Fleetwood Floyd  
On the wormholes of identity;
There’s only comfort in being someone else.

Here they welcome any selfness one cares to
Haul their way, with that chill acceptance,
Which only means that even the most
Enlightened quirks are condemned.

What comes of our witnessing
When we are the dream
And never, ever the dreamer?

Friday, December 14, 2018

Elegies by Hölderlin: Bread and Wine (1)

The city wholly dormant; silence becomes the enlightened
     Alley, and the carriages, graced with flares, rush away.
Men drift home to rest, full of the day’s gratifications,
     And profit and loss weighs on their ingenious heads
From the comfort of home; grape and flower stands are vacant
     And the work of hands idle in the vibrant market.
But the play of strings sounds far away from the gardens; that
     Maybe there a lover bows or a lonely man who
Remembers distant friends and the age of youth; and the fountains
     Ever freshen their murmuring springs on fragrant beds.
Silently in the tenebrous air the bells are rung with sound,
     And a guard calls the number of hours, to remember.
Now too the breeze arrives and excites the top of the grove,
     See! And the shadow hanging over our world, the moon,  
Moves with it in secret; and night, the effusive, approaches
     Full of stars and maybe a bit worried about us,
To glisten for the astonished, the stranger among humans,
     Sad and magnificent there above the mountain tops.

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Brot und Wein (1)

Rings um ruhet die Stadt; still wird die erleuchtete Gasse,
     Und, mit Fackeln geschmückt, rauschen die Wagen hinweg.
Satt gehn heim von Freuden des Tags zu ruhen die Menschen,
     Und Gewinn und Verlust wäget ein sinniges Haupt
Wohlzufrieden zu Haus; leer steht von Trauben und Blumen,
     Und von Werken der Hand ruht der geschäftige Markt.
Aber das Saitenspiel tönt fern aus Gärten; vielleicht, daß
     Dort ein Liebendes spielt oder ein einsamer Mann
Ferner Freunde gedenkt und der Jugendzeit; und die Brunnen
     Immerquillend und frisch rauschen an duftendem Beet.
Still in dämmriger Luft ertönen geläutete Glocken,
     Und der Stunden gedenk rufet ein Wächter die Zahl.
Jetzt auch kommet ein Wehn und regt die Gipfel des Hains auf,
     Sieh! und das Schattenbild unserer Erde, der Mond,
Kommet geheim nun auch; die Schwärmerische, die Nacht kommt,
     Voll mit Sternen und wohl wenig bekümmert um uns,
Glänzt die Erstaunende dort, die Fremdlingin unter den Menschen,
     Über Gebirgeshöhn traurig und prächtig herauf.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

At the Moment Before

As the mist lifts away from the grass
The bird flight speaks to me
As if it was the sunrise ...

But I'll take what exists
Off the table again
When others don't see it

And call that service,
Ever deferential
Even in euphemism

Wednesday, December 12, 2018

To Pia

What can you say to a girl
          who destroyed her world?
To write what she's learned in a poem
          to burn in the sky?
Or should we shun her with love,
          with needed non-judgment
That only can come
          from silence?

The flame of all that is wrong
          still burns in her bones,
And the matchsticks of others lives
          still smoke on the ground.
They say the resolution
          must be holy,
Beyond the restitution of callously
          agreeing to live,

That gifts all around will be bestowed
          on those who still hold knives
That will shape them, as boulders
          are pared by a stream --
But the stream, it seems, can't bear
          to see us wait,
So its chords, to entertain us,
          don't resolve,

They only move to more minor
          permutations,
As if it knows, as it glows
          in crystal shapes,
How to soothe our souls with the pleasantries
          of resonance,
So much so it seems it's only the water
          that remembers.

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

What the Blue Race Might Say

The city is surrounded by pink sky;
So lightly the ascended leave marks behind
At the hard work humans do to herd
Their fellows with pinschers and fences
As if it's for them, and not their own, benefit ...

Else the whole thing devolves to a hall of
Endless mirrors, where they must defend themselves
Against what they never know they've done,
And in trying to find the one to show their wound
They're lost like any sheep stray of the range.

It's all in a day: the pain we give that never
Goes away, and there are things that one
Could say to help them tack: "I understand,
You had my back, your cause is just, even sound" ...
But mostly it requires a kind of silence

Like the one that shines this time of year
From lights aloft in trees, of white forgiveness
For the crime of being in the dark.
The sky edges into evening
— Perhaps there might have been a word.