Guru's Song

Ever wonder what to do to pass the time when riding the rails in India? This is what my group of wandering/wondering minstrels devised. Although Naveen left his guitar behind in Kochi, despite the lack of instrumental accompaniment, he still sings like an angel.

Bringing a deck of cards can also help pass the time as the lush landscape of Southern India flies past the train window.

my old friend e.e.

since feeling is first

e.e. cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
 

[e.e. surprised me on the page tonight

haven't seen him since Brazzaville

perhaps a reminder

the best gesture of my brain

is to forget good grammar and

proper punctuation

from time to time]

Dear Fullmoon

The message on a computer sleeve designed as an airmail envelope that I spotted in the Librairie Avant-Garde Bookstore in Nanjing read poetic. The punctuation and capitalization are original.

Dear Fullmoon.
Seattle, Greenland, Schwabing, Busan
Wherever, and Whenever.
If only I were with you.
Box 870425

Who writes the books?

When I first heard the band, Low Anthem, the musicians stopped circulation in my veins. Listening so completely- experiencing the swish and swirl of humanity's tears in the music- my heart resisted beating momentarily.

snap, crackle, pop drops

December 12, 2010

Soak the drenched in December:
Thirsty or not-drink again-
more self possesed than sunlight.

Thunder cracks slippery colorless clouds
open like a Primus.

Moist jingle bells
pop and drop

intoxicate

liquid life
into the mouth
of Brazza City.

Rising UP, turning mistakes into gold: That's me!

Just where to put all your faith and where will it go? Eddie Veddar, Rise Up

UniVerse- A United Nations of Poetry: http://www.universeofpoetry.org/senegal.shtml

Amadou Lamine SALL

Amantes D'Aurores

déjà le poème s'essouffle et les mots s'esquivent
la plume danse des arabesques saoule de son vin noir
les voyelles sont distraites
et les consonnes rétives errent en procession
sur le vide de la page qui bâille

English Version

Already the poem is out of breath and the words are slipping away
The pen, inebriated by the black wine, is dancing arabesques
The vowels are distracted
And the stubborn consonants are wandering in procession
On the emptiness of the yawning page (7-11)

Commentary on Life: The renewal of new beginnings in Buddhist philosophy is fundamental to a life well lived for me, so I pick up my pen to compose a new poem. All words and opportunities- both past and present - are waiting to be remolded into artistic visions of grace and harmony on the chosen medium. Opportunities, arrows, words, and vague memories of past lives recycle continuously into new shapes and colors zinging through the pink cotton candy of our minds. This process is what gives life surprise and joy! and its sweetness too of course.