THOSE COLD NOVEMBER NIGHTS

To Gilbert

Those cold November nights, so long ago,
My family would walk outside to hear

The wild geese calling softly overhead—

Unseen formations in the black, transparent air.

And, guessing at origins and destinations,

My elders would conjecture how

The geese knew when to go, and where . . . then stay

To name faint constellations: the Great Bear,

And slant Orion’s Belt and fire-tipped Bow,

And Cassiopeia’s tilted starry Chair.

I didn’t know, back then, as now I do,

There was, there is, no husbandry in heaven.

Their lights are all on, but nobody’s home.

These days I turn to you, who wouldn’t know

The North Star from red Mars or Venus trembling near the moon—

Whose deep interior constellations I can’t see,

But know are there—And you are always home.

You are home.

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http://eros-porn.tumblr.com/   for 25 June 2014 from http://chiyomatsu.tumblr.com/post/89853811948 

MAYAN APOCALYPSE! RUN FOR COVER!

    

The twenty-first of December 2012 is coming, and the internet is boiling over with awesome and gruesome predictions of the doom that awaits us!  

What a let-down the twenty-second will be.  

The fright merchants should do it like the seers of Fatima and Medjugorje: put it off to an indefinite future and then let your imagination riot.  The Fatima predictions are not for the faint of heart! Orc-like demons that roast screaming sinners make only a part of it.  Another part is the necessity of torturing ourselves to atone, to make reparation for thousands of years of the sins of millions of sinners, including us.  All these visions seem to be inspired by "Hell Raiser" or "Damien,"  etc., etc. ... or perhaps they inspired those cinematic gems. 

The predictions of Medjugorje are more poetic. They speak of the switching of the electromagnetic poles, among other things, and a time when "not a wheel will turn" on earth.

Anyway, you go, guys and ghouls!

3 From THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF EMILY DICKINSON

Before—a Plank between two Cliffs—

Slant over the Abyss—

Behind me—Clouds—that mourn and lower

Throughout Eternities—

Horizons of wide Silence—List—

As—less than Decimal—

I feel the Universe lean down—

        To watch when I shall fall—                       

                              

2 From THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF EMILY DICKINSON

Christ may love you—I must not—

My white Calvary—be

Perfect like That—without the Taint

Of sad Carnality—

Lepers—God enjoins—in Love—

Law casts out—Unclean—

“Vox Populi Vox Dei”

Festers in Irony—