10.30.2009

Prejudice

it reads:
Were it only color, class or creed?
Just mostly local in antiquity;
Far worse a late euro-'Christian' notion
For dragging skins across the ocean.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

evelyn cromer modern imperialism

10.29.2009

Spin Me Right Round

it is addressed thusly:
to Kutiman
it reads:
Finger flight run spun lambent rays
Of film fragment and phosphor frays
Disc jockey blinks behind the frame
Triangle press, our junkyard fame.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

mother of all funk chords

10.28.2009

I'll Be Celebrating

it is addressed thusly:
To all manner of culture warriors.

it reads:
The first battle call of the year
It seems that Christmas is so dear
But only as a prize to be won
Surely holy days are undone.

10.27.2009

Ponder Nothing Earthly

it reads:
No thoughts then pass my mind's eye
As though then I stood and stand by
Golden-glass and crystal sea
Behold! The one true Liturgy.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

seraphim magdalene corarbennic

10.26.2009

Of Opiates and Masses

it is addressed thusly:
Thanking both Marx and the Vatican for a fine pun made possible by their felicitous word choices.

it reads:
'Why are the priests rich' said the claque
A great bearded one upon their plaque
We'll make the war between the classes
Brand new balm; a cure for the masses

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

'vatican marx galileo darwin'

10.23.2009

Red at Night

it is addressed thusly:
To the meek, who did and do and shall inherit the land.

it reads:
A saw a farm upon red earth
Plenteous in width and girth
By night she lay beneath strange stars
For her bed, her earth was Mars.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

mars terraformed canaan

10.22.2009

Profit / Prophet

it is addressed thusly:
To our time (and every time's) doomsayers, and those who sincerely believe they are the disillusioners of the masses.
it reads:
I have imagined in my head
All things said which lead to dread
Forget the light yoke of the Lord
Hang on my ev'ry harrowing word!

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

second young morning terrace

10.21.2009

The Java Drive

it is addressed thusly:
ascesis; the cutting off of self-will.

it reads:
A strange world would be
When getting a coffee
Cosmic fate in the balance
Over thirsty allowance!

10.20.2009

Baltimorning

it is addressed thusly:
To the city who ain't half bad most of the time, for a city.
it reads:
Against a blue and winsome hue
Ruddy bricked beneath the dew
Green of park and yellow sun
Morning yawned, began her run.

10.19.2009

First Hundred

it reads:
To see the beginning as no one saw
this the desired exploit of all
records kept, the shards unearthed
who was there when it was birthed?
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

next hundred oldest domain

10.17.2009

Starcrosser

it is addressed thusly:
I am sojourner; But my journey goes back to its start. But its start is then not the same place.
it reads:
Eye of light in darksome gloom
Steely shine of mind's mad doom
Virgin ruler, stern hunter high
I pull the seas into the sky!

10.16.2009

Sword Canticle

it is addressed thusly:
Arise, O Lord, overtake them and trip their heels; deliver my soul from ungodly men, Thy sword from the enemies of Thy hand.  Ps.16:13-14
it reads:
Dear St. Michael's scabbard and sword
In hands so sure thou art our ward
Be the sharp swift wind that drives
Dark fear from our children and wives!
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

stephen's things' light / michael's glory

10.15.2009

Eaten, but not Consumed

it reads:
If one were to chance eat a scroll
The act would exact its toll
As did for 'Zeke and for John
And the wise singer whose name was Roman.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

first fruit logismoi melodist

10.14.2009

Pride Aside

it reads:
Self congratulation's for free
Though hidden the price may be
For liberty's constant vigil is all
And everything proud must fall.

10.13.2009

The Center doth Hold

it reads:
No chest of emotion am I
Nor source of blood's motion lie
They have not found me yet
For all yet more, am I of that.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

andrea elizabeth lewis recalling heart

10.12.2009

Federal Feasts of October

it is addressed thusly:
With apologies to Christopher Columbus, whose day is mostly an occasion to mock people from the fifteenth century nowadays

it reads:
On Columbus' day we remember
Mostly that it isn't September
Some forgot the world was round
So a market for new worlds was found.

10.09.2009

Calves of Gold

it reads:
as regards our present day
a certain president, we'll say
is famed all 'round the world you see
the emperor of popularity.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

nobel prize 2009

10.08.2009

Dropping Softly, Singing

it is addressed thusly:
recalling Sun Ra, who was at least an alien, though whither an angel I know not
it reads:
land's own halo hears afar
the humming sighing of a star
a thousand more in hev'n ringing
the spheres are dropping, softly singing
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

wondrous wheel of stars

10.07.2009

Journals

it reads:
Sometimes like finding a friend of old
In the olden days tales we're told
Can be signaled but by scrap of hair
A fragment of text, left here or there.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

seraphim live journal sigrist

10.06.2009

My Hands are Quite Dirty

it reads:
Shall I find my grubbing hands there
Feeling among the worthless weeds where
Seeking fruit given but through toil
Attain at last, the holy soil?

10.05.2009

I am Moved

it reads:
Though this mind of mine is often
To wander as stones the rivers soften
Beneath many skies of gray and blue
It returns, in faith, to only you.

10.02.2009

Pluralism

it reads:
Each lives in worldly peace
the belief and unbelief
'til left is only one
each hopes they are who won.

10.01.2009

Paths in Goshen

it is addressed thusly:
To the Archaeologians, whose entire world will change with the next finding of bone-fragments, clay or footprints. For to-morrow they will find evidence of God, and believe in creation from the beginning, and the next they shall find he was a fraud and all of history shall be changed.
it reads:
He who sees not future's chance
Furtive, misses with his glance
The failings of dear his'try's art
Loses horse, and loses cart.