What, makes, a poet be?

from a-d l-n
to givengett....
date Thu, Mar 6, 2008 at 3:54 AM
subject Nu are you really a poet

wishers , well as we bury our thoughts in the dell and spell out our drams that begin with E...
Can , can that ugly word can will spell our phantoms as lost hours spent dreaming of our place buried upon this firmament tracing fingers using lies to uncover the passions
within our Eyes, so e is my favorite letter tonight ,
do not take fright ,if I say please will it be allright?

AND KA REPLIES

hmmm, she thinks out loud
as if spoken, the words in her head
{like prophets do} too,
or also, wondering
with a certain light reflection
on this question
posed in verse by one
a-d l-n
wit or win?
what do you think of
full identification?

What does one do
to a poet be?
publish or perish
or just write it down?
quote the right sources
and be quoted in return?
join forums, attend meetings
win prizes postings sessions
for sonnets, free verse,
(in) rhyme?

re-connect to an ancient liturgy
join the choir, congregation?
recognize the power of song
spelled out in full?
name names, the antithesis of the McCarthy artist heroes
or to present a series of degrees, displayed,
from the feet up,
standing on one's head
that is,
Jacob's Ladder
inverted
?

sign{s} of life
or of on-going
existence?
a multitude of eeee's,
none, other, none other
than various repetitions
called verse, or rhythm
rhyme
comes from them?

yet thank you for asking,
for the blip a re-making of
my daily microde
song of songs
.
.
Now, one from me:
Please do tell us,
who but an Englishman would employ words 'dell' or 'dram' ?
maybe word-lover, Thesarus--UK version--
hugger?

or thought-tinker, w the H
returned of Hashem,
giving respectful nod to B'tzelem,
Elokim
& the recent,
in Parsha count, that is,
completion of Shmot,
of the Mishcan
Bezalel, part of each of us, joined, elevated,
inviting the Shecheinah to earth,
to return to us,
on to Vayikra
Calling....

or 'take fright'
not !
nortI, no hours dreaming of burial
upon this firmament
rather ponder and explore : who but the creator author
could know, nee these thousands of years ago,
that from earth we were made,
although any common observer knows that to earth do we return
via the smaller crawling worms, insects, and bacteria
which make up 99.99 percent of life
on this planet

and when we go, it is either
with body intact or
in various and sundry pieces
those, only to be made whole again
by the coming of the Mashiach
broken vessel, mended

& I, for one, am awed by the
passions expressed
in the breath
the power of soul
the poet in me outed?

not to compare with the (illusion of the ) eyes
which may say more when closed,
then, give full tribute to their frame,
lids
while breath is vehicle for soul
animate, itself
sign of life
and here, I admit, that I quote
myself

so , to re-call Vayikra
new week and Book
and month, Adar
what from this e-conversation,
might be concluded ?

that beauty is in the eyes, and ears,
of beholder
of
beekeeper, tending that planet wide pollinator
beloved, of G()d
and of those two-legged soul-minders
what we call
human beings
divinity envesseled, kept for awhile inside
an animal body
(some more than others)

anon
time flies
& I am already in debt to this life's
chesbone
Got to pay the piper,
and the rent
or rent, garment or other
tear ables,

thus, to make a long story
endless:
did this
in any which way
answer your original question?
or, say, ahah! to
feel free form of banter
of rephrased
expression
giving respect to rhythm
of sound of sound
gaining meaning
in hearing the
reading or
telling
of
it

or what
and
how
?

hmmm, she thinks out loud

PUBLIC APOLOGY in private

need to slow down

or maybe use my voice in public only for singing

:

What I had wanted to say,
is that I would like to make this a PUBLIC APOLOGY,,,,

then to ask, if I could or should
"CC: the other people who were there,
and your sweet sister
because I'd asked them for help,
no , beseeched their kind intervention.
With special thanks to the luminous Laura~lanu."

WHEN I should have asked her,

"Blessings in all y/our endeavors for all,
for the Good,, , , , ,"
.
shldawouldacouldamightahafta
ifIhad
.
done
.

.

falling off the ray

& then having to dissipate
more
energy

in correcting,

while always having to remember,
that when
traveling at
the speed of light,

what you see is not
what you get,

. .
And the now is then,
as soon as you get it.
got it?
.

worse,

or better
to know that, from the outset,

even before the beginning of the 'start'

that at this rate of movement

approaching the edge of existence
all ways

as we know it,

even the most minuscule error

quickly becomes
tragic

.

ask any driver

after, the accident

.

that's why G()d, Hashem Hagadol

made us so

(in)sensitive

.

so as not to die from pain

of (not) knowing

in real time

as soon as we

could feel
think,
understand
to adapt to
the agony

.
Not in any way to present this as a plea
for the (so-called) "Right to Know"
when It is really a plea for the contrapostive:
The "Right Not to Know"

.

Or , to quote a quote, that has a rather different angle of view
(which means that it opens up, eventuates, in an entirely different,
albeit integrative universe,,,, i.e., if one wants to give the benefit of
the doubt, i.i.e empathic or active listening)
but speaks to my heart and soul,
with all due respect to Marilyn Monroe RIP:
.

"The apple cannot be stuck back on the Tree of Knowledge; once we begin to see,
we are doomed and challenged to seek the strength to see more, not less."
Arthur Miller Z"L (1915-2005)
,
,
,

dream(ing) on

Moments before Shabbat Vayakhel// for the beauty of united inspired work, to bring G()d's Presense back to Earth, & Shabbat Week ending 01Mar08

,
you take my breath away
soul escaped
depressurized
un-locked safespace
once again

no doubt
it is your brilliant thought
process
the key, your
encyclopedic mind,
ben Torah
B'Ezrat Hashem

pity for us that we cannot live
together
in this world
where there
is no air
let alone
\space, time
or form

nothing to help us
not one another



Shabbat Vayakhel Shalom
working on building Miskan,
inspired, gifted, in unity
achdute
grateful

dogstory, (Major) New Wrinkle, (Taking) Dibs on Eternity,

II. dogstory (Major) New Wrinkle, (Taking) Dibs on Eternity,

so the dog woke me up from a dream
& I hear myself, still lingering
in the REMemory space memory
of a past conversation versed as
electro-organic neural trace,
And I hear your voice,
asking the question,
the one that you called 'the acid test',
'the age-old' one: "Would you want to wake up with her,
in the morning, day after day???"

& before the last question mark floats out
of your mouth
in less than a blink, fraction
of the 250millisecond
gap from thought to
I remember
blurting out,
into what
would-be
reality:
"Wait a minute! That's just the idea!
of why we are here:
considering
holy matrimony,
that sacred covenant,
Taking dibs/ \sbid
on Eternity,
and, not, just
for the first time,
for either of us,
for you
or
for
me, as if it were already
another (re)incarnation.

"On the other hand,
Consider this:
that we,
human beings, that is,
grimace, smile, frown,
while asleep.

"For me, even more so,
because I dream, always.
{No, not what you may be thinking,
about chronic defocus, going off on tangents
'Otising',
vectored off towards
infinity
or not quite recalling
the mail in the car
or where I'd left the hand-rake
in the garden
when I'd de-gloved, to catch
the phone's ringing,
.... although this may also be true,
finding the seed envelope
for the chrysanthemums
leaning on
my favorite mug,
the one
that had 'gone missing'
when it was in fact
vacationing,
nestled sweetly
akume
/near the hedge,
next
to the old
wooden
swing,
exactly where
I had
left them.
Not that; but}
, diagnosed with
REM Sleep
Narcolepsy.

"which effectively, means
that I dream
as soon as my eyelids
flutter shut,
not quite asleep,
still hearing
surround
sound,
gossamer veiled
and
whether that interval
is to be
hours long, cat nap, or quick snooze:
at home, on the train, in class,
maybe tucked in
alone
in the
den,
with my
my favorite
fall asleep book,
under the aged
afghan,
that your
beloved mother,
May
her name
be
Blessed,
had hooked,
in Nantucket,
from the yarns
left in the blue
basket."

Practically, what does this imply?

Instead of sleeping peacefully,
serene like lake, or baby's face,

Horrifying to consider
that our facial wrinkles
will be de-constructed
not just
by conscious actions,
emotions
thoughts expressed
during waking hours

,,,,, if you call all this consciousness?,,,,,

but also by how we REACT
to what we dream,
or think
of
or imagine
or recall
as soon as REM
takes control,
while
it is happening
in real~time.
and me?
I just get
more
of it

Whatever happened to beauty rest?!?

Moving right along,
already considering
how
to
induce,
temporary
coma;

Or, as you said,
another reason
for botox, injected or applied
as cream

Always the chemist,
practical romantic

Art meets Science.
Science meets Art.
Both nod, respectfully,
to
G()d

humbled
by the accumulating evidence
of the long slope leaning
towards
the cliff edge
fall off
called
(im)mortal
i ty

y/ours

~ ~ ~

I. dogstory short morning

going out to walk the dog.
nice of her to wake me,
instead of finding a "present"
she'd left
in the morning

Error correction, FORGIVENESS, Btzelem Elokim

EGADS!!!
major faux pas: to have sent out a draft
(widely, well, important, submissions)
instead of the 'final version'
of a sensitive poem!
...what embarrassment, exposure,
aborted thought published
misconceptions generated!!!!

iNSTEAD OF THIS ONE (to follow. Post-(re-)checking)
instead
of what
should have been said
stated for quotation, trumpeted.

now dog embarrassed,
just missing the tail
between hind legs,
and if I'd had
a doghouse,
that is where
I would have skulked off to.
Again.

O FOOLISH ERROR
Haste makes trouble
beyond waste
magnified by this Internet

CLICK ADDICTION
Too quick dissemination
of what were private thoughts,
'framblings'(c)
playing w fire

oh me oh my
fooled, once more
by my own
limitation(s)
soooo sorry
though,
no one hurt
but me

NOW HOW
to move along?
what to do,
send it again?
what might be called,
'final version'
-- at this moment

OR MIGHT that just ( !! )
evoke more attention
to my public indiscretion
when perhaps no one had noticed,
(unless machmir or yeshivish,
for whom I would lose even a chance
of any further
consideration)

How could I and why?

Simply put:
An embarrassment of riches,
this thinking poetic,
flow
of poesy
now
,apologies,
feeling, lame,
foolish, heavy

now, o now,
thinking out loud,
about damage control

as if , one could revert memory,
to its pristine state
not back to baseline, more like de-creation,
Hah! once it's been cast into neurophysiology,
synaptic connection, transmitter~receptor
de novo fabrication
{Thank G()d there is more immediate
commercialization, in wireless
connections, before aromatic
mediation on the Net}
Could modulate fast(er) with drugs,
severe trauma or brain surgery,
in that order of effectivity!!!
prior to frank lesion, death.

Or, hope springs eternal: the real cure
is Intense Humor!
true laughter
, from resounding empathetic
belly rolling,
unwhorled from the length
of the gut!

This indeed, does cure sooooo much
the basis of Lasting Love,
Btzelem Elokim
Loving kindness
the kind that age's gracefully.

What we pray for
Rachmanus,
over
Din

Please G()d, May it be so,
Here on Earth.

k. adam

new explorations: Rupture or Rapture, or rapture of rupture

new explorations, new explorations

On the same day, as whenever it was,
I 'happened' to fall upon and read Rabbi Dr Haym Soloveitchik's
RUPTURE AND RECONSTRUCTION:
THE TRANSFORMATION OF CONTEMPORARY ORTHODOXY
[Tradition, Vol. 28, No. 4 (Summer 1994),
but, unconsciously, saw the title as
RAPTURE AND RECONSTRUCTION,

thinking throughout

this breathtaking flow of words
that has the rapturous\

hypnotic beauty and impact
of swelling~cresting & ~crashing surf
along the expansive
eastern seaboard of America,

What legacy these vast stretches of fine sand,
[[nothing compared to Australia]]

Not only for the eyes, but the toes
clean white,
nearly crystalline
grounded mineral, from pounding , moon-driven
sea in repetition , over millennia ,
to near perfection
to experience,

and we, present, sunbaked exposed or covered
reverent
reverie, by rhythmic
presence
leaving, humbled,
more footprints in the sand?
briefly,
until the next wave?
crashing or lapping upon the shore

Or, is the signature,
this beach, itself,
grateful, waiting for thesehuman footfalls
sand carried away, and not just between fingers and toes,
but truckloads for mixing into cement
for the next
greatest
ediface
f/or
upon which to present a new paradigm,
up
from
the feet
that walk in step
with Eternity.

With this admission in mind,
From here, I proceed.
~ ~ ~

Lost&Found, relative/ \absolute, new explorations

from the week of Parshat Ki Tiseh//

Honoring the personal , response/ability
in acceptance of The Law, week ending 23 Feb 08

I.

Everything is relative,
U R right
that I tend to leave my computer on
& forget to log out,
it used to close automatically,
but must be a function of the tabs remaining open,
now a sub-routine of a bigger program
that keeps it from closing. kind of like a lingering memory,
something memorized, that stays with you

U R also right, to wonder:
“What governs when you capitalize your nouns?”
I guess you mean outside of the grammatical,
proper nouns, titles, abbreviations, such
but I also imagine that you k/now, already,
so perhaps want to hear it
spelled out.

OK: it is abiding respect for The Boss,
to quote another source, not The Source,
but to exemplify the upper case, usage:
" Our Father, Who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name;
Thy kingdom come, . . . . "
which reminds me,

ironie,
that virtually ( ! )
all other faiths re-translate, rephrase the original texts to fit the times, the moment;
while we Jews
precisely rewrite the exact letters,
shapes, words, spacing, form,
{{more leeway in incantation}}
& if there is, even one error
this is enough to deem an entire Torah
pos'l, disqualified, imperfect
simply stated, no good to pray from,
but OK to use as a teaching instrument.

But then we Jews, re- ultra- counter- mirror- super- hyper-interpret
the dickens out of the original text.
&, as a way of coming closer to the source,
to cleaving to its deeper meaning
more introspective, more scrutinized, deeper known to ourselves,
to each other, written out from the Commentaries,
when the fear was so great that dispersal
after the destructionof the Temples,
would mean that the Oral Law, passed from Moshe to Yehoshua, et alia,
during the 40 years of wandering,
would be lost forever,
G()d forbid.

even while some would continue to argue
about the origins, even The Source, the holy names
Hashem, G()d, the Holy Omniscient, Ever- & Omni-Present,
Eternal, Infinite Oneness,, beyond our capability of naming,
even disallowed
(reference the Sefer YetziraH),
& t/herein lies the need for upper case, itself.

As I see it, it is the re-writes of the original text
that generate problems,
lead to innumerable
misunderstanding,
& specifically
because they,
the authors, and their works,
tend to invert the I-Thou relationship
not right-left, between us, but
up-down
[[also relative! except when it is Absolute - -
[[ another simile, or similar metaphor??
is scales of temperature,
i.e., like Centigrade & Fahrenheit
vs. Kelvin's absolute zero; vodka is another ]],
.... IMHO....

& hence I am (& U R . . . .)
machmir//strict,
which includes mechitzote//barriers,
respectful distance, separation, Path of the Just,
shomrim negeiyah//no touching men,
at all

taken on,
on the advice of my male Cohen friends,
{{since, as a divorce, and their Kehuna//priesthood,
we are strictly speaking, off-limits to each other,
so , perfect friends,
and natural to me from tom-boy to scientist,
with a traipse thru the arts, , , , }}

& Thank G()d:
This advice has saved me from deep anguish,
although, to my utter astonishment,
even at this mature(STS) age,
has not kept me
from being
in love's grip of passion!
which re-proved, verified by replication
of results,
that love & passion,
are both,
99% above the neck--
to be clear,inside the head, or mind,
and above that,
floating of the soul.