Mon 30 Jun 08

Brooke Joslin Cook

Peace and Mercy, Cousin.
1975-2008

filed under: from the birdy's beak blogged: 21.42 Mon, 30 Jun '08

Sat 28 Jun 08

One week of summer down...

With a heaving breath and a bold foot forward
We say “at last!,” to this long day of longest light
Of our own star and the billions unseen in even the clearest night
From the twinkling of atomic dances deep inside our bones
To the lightning bolts of dreams, flashing us awake…
We say at last to the rooting of our own feet
To this soil, the touching of our soul to the compost of generations
And we turn the soil as if turning a page,
And our fingers are trailing historians through the dark skin of the mother
The mother who moves us to slough our own seed-shells and grow upward,
Perilously, hopefully, brazenly upward to the height of the summer sun.
We say at last to the golden days of reverie and discovery
Amid the brambles of our thoughts and the thickets of desires,
Pulling from the undergrowth some magical thing we rush home to tell everyone about,
“Lookit,” we say, “I found something amazing. Wanna see?”
We say at last to our streaming of curiosities, which we nurture in the hours of heat and ardor
Along the creekbeds of the soul, where we are bent over in wonder
At this thing we call our reflections, in the clear blue,
Some future self calling us to dive in, no matter what you’re wearing.
We say at last to passions finally spoken and tears and sweat spilt
To the wrestling of shadows along the sweltering sidewalks
To the thick and humid afternoons where even the molecules siesta
And even our firmest intentions waver and stand still.
We say at last to a season of paradox, of exultant joy and trembling sorrow
To the fruitful green which tendrils from the cemetery
To the abundant table and a hunger which cannot abide.
At last, we stand in celebration for the longest day,
And bow gently to the slowly creeping night
Which brings yet more starlight
Welcomed by the cadence of crickets
And the sweet, soft murmur of breezes
Through the leaves and branches of the summer soul.
At last!

filed under: from the birdy's beak blogged: 16.23 Sat, 28 Jun '08

Fri 13 Jun 08

cry for innocence

As holy fireflies take flight
And the cicadas intone golden orchestras,
Cry for innocence, for as we are steeped in the worldly stew of summer
A child loses his childhood, syllable by syllable, second by second, robbed blind
Of reveries and curiosities, replaced by the putrid promise of false properties and cleverly disguised viscera...
Who steals this but the society which prizes innocence, or so it righteously claims,
Burns books to keep the tawdry words in ash but sells them back with
Some god's careless permission and redemption in blood money?
This world is fetid enough, from the humid wretch of birth
To the broken mirror of death, and the children know
There is cruelty even in the benign past the
Window's vale, and so tonight I damn
Those who selfishly thrust the murk
Against the pale years where the entitlement
To mystery and secrets of time are now the endangered sacred,
What for the morphine of palliative entertainment, and the subjugation of the prophetic
To a mere profit margin.
In the strongest words I know,
Curse the damed robbers of youth,
And cry, wail, and thrash for innocence,
For if I were to die in battle, let it be for those few years
Where the auric song of the cicada and the vigilant light of firefly
Overwhelm the petty and neurotic saccharin which contaminates the sugar of youth.

filed under: from the birdy's beak blogged: 21.31 Fri, 13 Jun '08

Wed 04 Jun 08

Obama

Suddenly, I feel a great resurgence of hope and pride... I know, "Hope" and "change" are quite ambiguous. We will ensure that Barack is clearly guiding us to these, but certainly getting there will be far easier with genuine and inspired leadership than crotchety old men who feel entitled.

In this blog's 2nd year, I endorsed Dean. It it with even greater pride in the redemptive power of inviting every citizen on board that I gladly endorse Barack Obama for President.

filed under: from the birdy's beak blogged: 00.36 Wed, 04 Jun '08

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