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all the odds and ends… scraps of scribbles and digressions, unfinished, almost forgotten and without a cycle to belong

Poem: Earliest Recollections (Lansing, MI, 1973 with tornado)

Poem: Earliest Recollections (Lansing, MI, 1973 with tornado)

Lansing Michigan, 1973
eating macaroni & cheese
in a damp basement
while adults whispered
windows shivered
radio crackled

and i wondered why
the tornado was coming

and then my memory began

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Note:

this is brother Bob’s (straight ahead) birthday March 1973 so i (front right) was 2.5 years old / for years i recalled this photo somehow and then going through my dear late Mom’s slides, found this and *knew it* instantly / that screened in porch, the sun, and everything. 

Aside:

this memory was described elsewhere in a riff…

“A brief stint in Lansing Michigan is where I remember my first thoughts, hunkered in the basement easting macaroni and cheese during a tornado, sitting in a big screened-in porch eating birthday cake with my glasses on.”

Former Child Soldiers #poem

The former child soldiers
Are now working in PR
Trying to convince foreigners
To come here anytime

(Sri Lanka, 2017)

Numbers Station Sending Alert for Action

From Prague to Irkutsk to Montevideo, shortwave radios broadcast voices, numbers and patterns. Origins (generally) unknown beyond speculators and bureaucratic engineers from ousted fiefdoms gone stale.

They found no benefit or public belief for revealing secrets, so no one did… Speculations generally drift towards messages to embedded agents of nefarious organizations.

Simply put, clandestine instructions need sending.

However the keys to transmitters were lost, floppy disks written in COBOL became unavailable, and handlers dead or confused – hence  a new system was needed.

As such, the Bilderburgers got the Bohemian Grove on a conference call, patched in the Illuminati from a bunker in Cuba and raised the spectre of the global transmission – a single word – to begin The Operations.

The line was silent for a moment, then a proper but thin and reedy voice asked, “but tell me then, how can we release that one word in a manner that everyone will read it?”

To which another dis-intermediated voice confidently said, “I have just the right idea.” #covfefe

Related: ird059-conet-project-booklet (pdf)

All of the words at once…

No need to fit in a word

Said all of them, all at once

One stream or ocean

Of (un)consciousness

Neal Cassady is dead –

So who will spiel all of the words instead?

Sleep only to sleep #poem

I sleep only to sleep

Dream when awake

So recollection improves

Offers driftwood to aid the elusive float

Regardless, always tired

Though frequently, inspired

Backyard, seasons, life #haiku

In the backyard of a new life
Drinking a weak warm cup
Watching leaves change near Winter

“Shortest Distance” / a postal haiku

Bend paper to find
Shortest distance between points
Or apply a stamp

My pal P. Singh Gill at world’s highest elevation post office

Tushar Wadhwani provides details: “At 15,500 feet in Hikkim which is a part of Lahaul and Spiti district in Himachal Pradesh which is in India.”

Poetry snippets: handwritten, from Japan

Post office closed
(again)
You’ll need another
day to know
you are loved
by a lost poet
without a watch

Walking alone while
rain falls

Thinking of you
or rather, us –
Together, umbrella-less

Wisteria mystery
Found me before
I knew i was hidden
We lay in a field
Watching rice in breeze, lazily
A bench picnic, waving as
boats pass a castle, slowly
A tatami room…

With memories of
a poet forgotten to much
of history

He came to be
part of it all
meeting at least
halfway.

Not change or mock –
Somewhat to document.

Today! A letter –
Written as you ate a peach
In last weekend’s sun

Remember you well…

I won’t wait til after an incident

Instead, i’ll miss you now

And now and then and often

Always remember you well