Friday, May 06, 2005
Yemaya Gathers in the Nome, Too
Took the Nome King out to La Mad for his 73rd birthday. His chattering protests all the way, but chattering protest is his raison d’être - you don't take it personally, you SURF it. It's big waves. He loved it, and well he should: he has been a huge blessing to us.
Mrs. Quadberry invited a quick round of napkined exquisite corpse in honor of the occasion. Quad was feeling surprisingly rusty - very rusty - so, the lines you don't like would be his.
Cinco de Mayo
Take a stroll
Mrs. Quadberry invited a quick round of napkined exquisite corpse in honor of the occasion. Quad was feeling surprisingly rusty - very rusty - so, the lines you don't like would be his.
Cinco de Mayo
Take a stroll
down the lane of love,
brilliant disguises, after rushes
winding down ladders lost:
You will affirm that which is true -
A summer's day, a taste of nothing
as wisdom inches forward
we breathe the sun's breath
Angelic / organic
Your day of birth
Sings tunes of your soul...
The potato horses, the cheese
Have it, tears of joy -
A solstice of wonderment.
[for the nome king: 05.05.05: quadberry productions]
Nome himself contributed title (natch: we are, after all, in Tres Leches) and the potato "inspiration" (I know many will take issue with the word): as we were corpsing back and forth across the table, Nome wondered what happens if one person's writing about horses and the other about eggs and cheese and ham. The garlic mashed potatoes were on the table: they insisted; I just work here.
Nome marveled when Mrs. Q read the poem, but Nome schmoozes like the best of us, said: "It's like you're one person." Mrs. Q: "We are one person." N: "Ooh. I would never want to be one person with my wife. I would want to be many people." Ba-da-bing. Nome is actually more Buddy Hackett (a very slim one, mind) than Lyman Frank Baum.
I would be doing Mother Yemaya a grave disservice if I did not thank her for yesterday's beautiful day. I was walking to catch the 8 (tip it over, you get the drift) to meet Mrs. Q and mijo-Q in downtown Tres. High bright blue sky that will kill us in another few months, but this one just shined Mother Y all down on her babies, with a whispering cool breeze to match. Tall green pecans and oaks, and at one point I felt all that tall green fill up inside me: Yemaya walking in and with her babes.
[for the nome king: 05.05.05: quadberry productions]
Nome himself contributed title (natch: we are, after all, in Tres Leches) and the potato "inspiration" (I know many will take issue with the word): as we were corpsing back and forth across the table, Nome wondered what happens if one person's writing about horses and the other about eggs and cheese and ham. The garlic mashed potatoes were on the table: they insisted; I just work here.
Nome marveled when Mrs. Q read the poem, but Nome schmoozes like the best of us, said: "It's like you're one person." Mrs. Q: "We are one person." N: "Ooh. I would never want to be one person with my wife. I would want to be many people." Ba-da-bing. Nome is actually more Buddy Hackett (a very slim one, mind) than Lyman Frank Baum.
I would be doing Mother Yemaya a grave disservice if I did not thank her for yesterday's beautiful day. I was walking to catch the 8 (tip it over, you get the drift) to meet Mrs. Q and mijo-Q in downtown Tres. High bright blue sky that will kill us in another few months, but this one just shined Mother Y all down on her babies, with a whispering cool breeze to match. Tall green pecans and oaks, and at one point I felt all that tall green fill up inside me: Yemaya walking in and with her babes.
