Why pause in the middle of your busy life to read poetry?

Because poetry can penetrate to the center of what truly matters.  What a subversive act, in a culture hell-bent on filling space with activity and silence with noise, to slow down and read a poem. Turning to poetry, as Adrienne Rich said, “…can break open locked chambers of possibility, restore numbed zones to feeling, recharge desire.”   Poetry has even saved lives.  It’s true.  Dang good reasons.  Nuff said.  Onward!

Image: Paul Cezanne, Still life, pitcher and fruit

July 2018 ~ Singularity (after Stephen Hawking)

A stunning tribute to Stephen Hawking (1942 – 2014), who understood the universe itself
is poetry.  Howe’s heart-felt poem is full of ache and wonder and celebration of our shared reality.

Do you sometimes want to wake up to the singularity
we once were?

so compact nobody
needed a bed, or food or money —
nobody hiding in the school bathroom
or home alone

pulling open the drawer
where the pills are kept.

For every atom belonging to me as good
Belongs to you.

There was no   Nature.    No
them.   No tests

to determine if the elephant
grieves her calf    or if

the coral reef feels pain.    Trashed
oceans don’t speak English or Farsi or French;

would that we could wake up   to what we were
— when we were ocean    and before that

to when sky was earth, and animal was energy, and rock was
liquid and stars were space and space was not

at all — nothing

before we came to believe humans were so important
before this awful loneliness.

Can molecules recall it?
what once was?    before anything happened?

No I, no We, no one. No was
No verb      no noun
only a tiny tiny dot brimming with

is is is is is

All   everything   home

By Marie Howe, composed for The Universe in Verse event at Pioneer Works in Brooklyn, N.Y.
Full program here: brainpickings.org/the-universe-in-verse/

For added enjoyment, take 2:34 minutes to check out this most amazing Song of the Universe:

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June 2018 – I could not lie anymore (and the remix)

The wee Luckster has actually always known his true nature,
while I, on the other hand, have needed help.  Read on.

I could not lie anymore
so I started to call my dog

First he looked
confused, then

he started smiling, then
he even danced.

I kept at it: now
he doesn’t even bite.

I am wondering
if this might work

on people?

Takuram (1608 –1650), found in Love Poems from God.
Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West.
  Translations by Daneil Ladinsky

Remix: My dog could not lie anymore

My dog could not lie anymore
so he started to call me

First I looked
confused, then

I started smiling, then
I even danced.

He kept at it: now
I don’t even bite.

He and I are wondering
if this might work on

other people?

Remix by Krayna & Lucky

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May 2018 ~ Untitled [This is what was bequeathed us]

A blessing:  May we be released from the cog of repetition, busyness, and familiarity. 
May we sing ourselves and one another awake.  Now.

This is what was bequeathed us:

This earth the beloved left

And, leaving,

Left to us.


No other world

But this one:

Willows and the river

And the factory

With its black smokestacks.


No other shore, only this bank

On which the living gather.


No meaning but what we find here.

No purpose but what we make.


That, and the beloved’s clear instructions:

Turn me into song; sing me awake.


Suggested musical selection to accompany you: Cello music in Gregorian style:

Gregory Orr, from How Beautiful the Beloved
Copyrighted material; for educational/therapeutic purposes only.

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Lucky’s Corner


Here’s a tasty morsel of poetic medicine from Lucky.
Down the hatch!

“You are a living landscape,
a vast humming presence,
a biosphere of wonder.”


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