Thursday, May 19, 2005
Ebb tide
Prithee, Liz, what occasioned this?
“Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God; but only he who sees, takes off his shoes - the rest sit round it and pluck blackberries...”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Other poets join in: birthday of Quad's uncle, WAS. Oh, and he was. Long years gone now into Davis heaven, more poet - truly - before the fire burned hot and Hand took him in hand. Apples and javelinas, what more poem than that, sounds to boot? Castaneda before Carlos ever ventured south. Dive-bombing the lazy slackers, here's yellow cessna in your eye. Bourbon and seven in the green bottle, offered only AFTER the swipe ot the armpit: days like this, Mr. Morrison. Rest ye, merry gentleman: he shot the rapids. That river was cold and sweet and crystal green. Emeralds: fluorite: dioptase.
