Poem Written as a Caption for a Picture Of Five Cousins Walking Together

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Sure you can

Chalk it up to love

But please also
Keep in mind

It’s the very meaning

Of the Oedipal myth

That we're dealing with 

In this picture
How blood kinship is

An inextricable link

A contract of adhesion

Of an altogether different sort than

Is typically fretted about in

Liberal academic circles

Though it’s never a matter

Of free choice per se

Yet still we remain

Jealous to the utmost

Of our prerogatives

In such things

Like the bond of effable chemistry

Between five cousins 

Walking together

Along the Sarasota beach

Held in good balance

Over the long haul

Notwithstanding selective

Inbreeding 

Here we are depicted 

So perfectly at ease

On an overcast day

After throwing ourselves

Into the tepid Gulf surf

It’s a bond irrevocable

Inasmuch as

Even if rejected

Blood relations

Or not will continue

To hold sway in a

Subcutaneous way

Not otherwise apparent

Across the genotype

But when thus

Openly acknowledged

By the heart

We flaunt our belonging

To one another nowhere better

Than as captured 

In the here and now

Song for a Brighter Tomorrow

Is the present tense

Anything more than

A demon process running

Inside each and every one

Of us

A recurring ping

A friendly wake-up call

Administered however

Intermittently

In meditation

Almost persistently

Brrriiiing it on forward

Now sisters and brothers

Howsoever you are able

Keep the present tense running

How Reality May be Comparable to A Downloadable App

Today
As the cable box whirred
Lowering me down
The elevator shaft
It occurred to me
That reality itself
Has been reduced
To little more than
A downloadable app

Subject to constant
Revision and rebranding
And to some higher form
Of corporate control perhaps
My life sometimes feels
Like nothing more or less
Than a downloadable app

Yet no matter 
How fine the resolution 
On the handset may get
The avatar and the Atman
Both remain a little fuzzy
Around the edges
If you know what I mean

And it's not just my age
Which makes no difference
In point of fact
Because pretty soon
Everything starts getting blurry
Around the edges and otherwise
That's just the way it is
When life has become
Nothing more than
A downloadable app

Ode to the Mode of This and That

Let me start by explaining that whatever it is that I've learned about Buddhism over the last few years comes from reading and translating classical Chinese poetry rather than from attaching myself to any contemporary school or lineage.  I developed a daily practice that involved reading and translation, at first more than meditation I suppose.

Still I've learned a lot in my own peculiar fashion. Lately I'm surprised to find myself meditating more and translating less or at least thinking these are more or less interchangeable activities. And meditation I increasingly favor, perhaps because I also find it has broader health benefits.

In any case,  I wanted to share with you a poem written this afternoon, which is best described as a meditation, inasmuch as it was composed in the course of spending 15 minutes settling in on the mat.


Ode to the Mode of This and That


There’s so many me's

It’s hard to keep track

There’s the mode of this

And the mode of that

An avatar on Linkedin

At home a married man

Held (I sure hope) in warm regard

By a small circle of friends

Every day it seems

Me becomes ever

More prolific

Then there’s

The meditative me

Sometimes the not me

Sitting quiet and alone

On a blue exercise mat

Without pen and notebook

Ready at hand

Outwardly silenced

And more alert

(though ever elusive

and easily spooked)

Inwardly laughing

Often so hard my sides

Just might burst

The gnomon of nothing
That resides in my frame
The shadow of a wraith
Or an indistinct flame
When breathing falls stilled
The inspiration still remains

A Poem for Jeremy England

First a word of explanation.  This morning while reading my daily blogs I came across a news story with a portentous headline -- A New Physics Theory of Life.   I clicked and to my delight came across something truly worth reading.  Jeremy England is a young man at MIT who has come up with a very plausible explanation for why life came into being in the first place.  That's right - not just the how but the why of it!  And it actually is quite intelligible even for someone like me with very little scientific training.  It's really worth reading the article if you're not already familiar with England's basic idea.

And once you read the article (and maybe even before) perhaps you'll enjoy this poem I wrote today as my own take on this noteworthy theoretical breakthrough.

Poem for Jeremy England

We are all
Energy dissipates

Or so it's proposed 
By England's new theorem

As every single living thing

Resonates to a

Common frequency

Being so dissipate myself
Of energy or otherwise
I've long sensed

This was true 

If not in accordance

With Newtonian formula

Then certainly as foretold

By William Blake
Conscious or not
It's the same wavelength
To which we are attuned

A swan I saw tonight

A swan I saw tonight
Sleeping by the mouth
Of Weesuck Creek
Head tucked under
Its wing all but indistinct
A pile to the right and
Looking ass backwards
Much as I am
And outward
Towards the sea

My New Marketing Plan (2014 edition)

Every January I like to write up my marketing plan for the coming year, in the form of a poem of course, like a sonnet or villanelle, only shorter and for an expressly crass and commercial purpose, which is to say, here is the kernel for my new strategy as to how I'm going to better convert my prosody into cold hard cash....


My New Marketing Plan - 2014


A magazine is
Nothing more or less
Than an app
However strange
Or inapt a thing
That may seem to be
For me to say

But that's all part
Of my new
Marketing scheme
For 2014 which is
Already shaping up to be
An incredible year
Through an auspicious
Alignment of things
In the moment with
The stars that govern
Our long-term strategy