Posts tagged ‘commentary’

to an unknown lover

To an unknown lover

oh, pause
for a moment, won’t you, allow me to stare
just that instant too long
–only once, understand–
and then i smile shyly
or grimly

with exactly the meaning
i know
of some planet’s movements…

But then you would not allow one
having never heard of endings.

(is it my soul you so
frantically seek
in all your dusty boxes?)
All lovers are unknown.

We see only surfaces, and transparencies’ and translucense’s lent sense.

The writer mocks him (or her! I caught you!). You made assumptions! *And my word processor wasn’t up to my punctuation. C’est le

The reference is to a true event, situation, or multiples thereof.

The writer is a he–me–and it was very long ago.  Most illusions are self-constructed, though hardly all.  The most perilous one, of course, is faith, in the sense of daring to accept without examination.

It was so very long ago.

This is very recent poetry as compared to that written in the 70s (there are a few from the 80s in Voices, perhaps, but I think not; the majority was written in a period of about two years).  Most of my poetry has been discarded; I’m keeping it now.  Whether or not this shows that I’m functional mentally in my early 60s should be left to the judgment of another, though I’m not sure that I trust the judgment of (any) politicians.

November 23, 2016 at 2:34 pm Leave a comment


What does one protect:  knowledge or power?



October 16, 2008 at 3:51 pm Leave a comment

about names from a different direction

What follows is actual current poetry.  It is intended to follow in format the poem made of 100 poems that’s posted elsewhere (the Radio Weblog for oregonnerd, that as yet I can’t access); the original was supposed to be written in 100 days, and took me 10.  I expect something between 10 and 20 but make no bold statements, even that it’ll make it to 100 segments.


It’s actually about the big splash about “social networking” as something that apparently didn’t exist before the invention of the web.  Odd.  I thought a social network was a group of individuals who passed information of various types to each other in a somewhat organized fashion–from gangs to poetry clubs to “the guys that meet at [the local bar]”.  I mean, the intended mega-poem is.  About social networking, misnomers…and the kind of society that uses these interesting changes in the language–such as a ‘transparent ploy’ being the same thing as an ‘invisible ploy’.  Suddenly we have management actually talking about how they want their changes to show when they mean that they want their seamless changeover to be, well, invisible.




names’ ledgers

though we
each day name
each other anew

while yet attempting
to see through yesterdays’
lensed assumptions

and as we struggle
toiled and entrapped, entwined
(sysiphus and gorgon at once)

we become
our names, our
damned names



May 1, 2008 at 3:50 am Leave a comment