Sampler

the bard in mar vista

the bard is dry
he licks his lips he
licks

at his gate
the bard stands guard
waiting for a poem

is he east
is he west
the bard is parched
the bard knows best. . . .

something said something done something said

i came home
she told me no you cannot
i of course replied yes i can
but still she went on until
tell me i said to her
but she wouldn’t
so
and then i
until she got the message

things are falling she said and
so i replied not even
the park was cool
tell me i said but again she cut me
f*** off i told her/hair brown as ever

have you, yet, or, until,
but of course i hadn’t
why should i/said
she closed her eyes
when we were just about to she then said
in a not too pleasant voice when will you will you and i can then
sure i replied but don’t go on so long
but can i tell you
sure sure have you freaked
no no no it’s just my way
and i tried to walk a-
so she, still lingering
grabbed me come where are you wait
so i did
 and so i did
until when she in which case i until my came from
the end

I Told You About a Lot of Flamenco Singers

So now you shall hear
Of the daredevil feats of Manuel Torre
Before he took off his shirt
And refused to sing

Prison

From houses I have lived in, where the flaming meridian sun now floods surfaces with reflected darkness, I hear clear fire burning in the essence of all things, so that one day language in the old sense, in our sense of the word, may be the harvest that every­where holds men and women to themselves.

The Pearl Diver

In an old text on Chinese yoga
A boat drifts ashore
Littered with shells
Moving from dark to light
The mountains shine clear
In the absence of thought
A body rises
Like a hollow ball
The lotus opens to the moon.

Thor Speaks

AT
AROT OR
AT AROT RA
AT
AROT OH
AT RA ARO
AT
AROT AT
RA ARO OH
AT
AROT A
RA ARO OR
AT
AROT RA
ARO ORA A
RA
AROT AT AROT
RATA ATA TA
TA ARO RO
TOTR
RO
OTR OT
TO RTO RO

Red Fuji

Fuji, are you mad
That I sit here all alone?
Nothing else to say

Dialogue in the Desert

You were there in the beginning
Whatever I say will make no sense
Put the blade away
I will arrange stones in a pillow
A dream will descend a ladder
We will wrestle for hours
The future is yours
Things will
Be just
Right

Testimony of the Jews of Córdoba

Sour oranges
Cool white walls
They spoke of duende
What did they know!
Hatred always fresh
We were always packed
Even in the Mezquita
People had no manners
Under a waning moon
Our daughters’ shoes clacked along the cobblestones
Dirges everywhere
Music far behind
You had to totally believe
And then some
We are going to Cazorla
Where the limestone is rough
The only Torah
Is right here, now

Come and See

Why did You
Create light and dark?

Come and see
We do not know.

And day and night:
Why not just one or the other?

Come and see
A mystery.

Why is light
Particle and wave?

Come and see
We do not know.

Why is the speed of light
Constant?

Come and see
A mystery.

Is there a light
Around the body?

Come and see
We do not know.

What causes the eyes
To light up?

Come and see
A mystery.

Why are fireflies
And lightning beautiful?

Come and see
We do not know.

What is the ultimate meaning
Of light?

Come and see
A mystery.

Could one man write
The Book of Radiance?

Come and see
We do not know.

After the Creation
Did light-filled vessels really break?

Come and see
A mystery.

Is there really a Torah
Of white letters on black fire?

Come and see
We do not know.

How did You conceive of light
In the first place, and why?

Come and see
A mystery.

Come and see
We do not know.

A mystery
We do not know.