Tag: consciousness
member name: John F Walter
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November 18, 2008 08:46 PM EST --
Even this begoogled poesy I can´t enact anymore.
And--hot damn!-- I thought I could at least get by
in this fashion, by flimming myself into
flamming you folks a little bit longer.
But the truth . . .
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August 07, 2007 01:43 PM EDT --
For Nathan Schauer, poet, writer, teacher and friend
I´ll not speak of the thing, though it´s
Hurled between us like the sun's bright disc.
I´ll live as if it can´t . . .
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December 19, 2008 03:31 PM EST --
you imagine oatmeal
wish for a hot shower
then view again a shore a sea
zoom back to your tracks
tamped into wet sand
it's started raining on your bed
but there's no parasol
flung . . .
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March 13, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
For Brenda Clewes, beautiful dancer and brilliant pre Sim poet of the embodied mind. Her work interrogates consciousness and the evanescent self in a way that recalls a great modern American video artist, . . .
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October 11, 2007 03:25 PM EDT --
For Barry Crooks, friend, fellow playwright and poet, and searcher for the reality ¨in between.¨
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The doll world surely exists, just as does any cherished mirror . . .
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April 15, 2009 08:35 PM EDT --
for my father, John Walter, who died April 13, 1984
Deathday.
I bear Dad´s name;
his love of history.
Alexandria´s stacks burned down
today.
JFW, 13 de abril, 2009
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . .
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July 20, 2008 11:41 PM EDT --
There´s no wife tonight: no other half of the tale.
No questions or desires blurted down the hallway.
No delivery of daily vignettes across the sofa´s pillows.
No flurry . . .
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October 18, 2008 05:16 PM EDT --
when you fling yourself upon that time
no when you touch it back into life
the core episode savored like a drug
like memory´s fuel-injection system
boosting your custom-built time machine
you . . .
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March 31, 2009 01:06 PM EDT --
For Stephanie Brown McCabe, my fellow desperado in Hollywood at the Lido Apartments at Wilcox and Yucca Avenue, a block above the Walk of The Stars, where we lived around the corner . . .
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March 14, 2006 07:53 AM EST --
for the millions of lonely Oedipus Rexes out there still suffering, either all wet or dried up.
The ego is not master in its own house.
Sigmund Freud
Those who do not recover are people . . .
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January 15, 2008 06:49 AM EST --
for Mark Christian Klopp, eternal Manhattanite of the Upper West Side, who´s taught me more about poetry through his troubador's words murmured into my phone´s receiver than . . .
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January 16, 2008 09:32 PM EST --
For my dear friend and fellow Gather poet Minnie W., whose exquisite subjectivity and the feeling maps that undergird it tell her where the truth lies, on the world wide web and in the wide world. . . .
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January 21, 2009 06:45 PM EST --
This short poem is dedicated to Edward Nudelman. It is actually a fragment from the first section of a much longer work-in-progress entitled ¨M.C. Escher In The Alhambra.¨ JFW
Imagine these words . . .
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April 03, 2009 09:41 AM EDT --
For my beautiful friend and fellow poet Andrea Grenadier. I wish her the best of health--the intervention of the Elohim--and pray she recovers soon from her painful back surgery.
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March 28, 2006 09:35 PM EST --
for Laura, Robert, Abu, Edward, Will
and all my poet friends on the Path
This is how I would die
into the love I have for you
as pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight
la ilaha illa-llah, la ilaha . . .
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December 04, 2006 01:40 PM EST --
for Douglas Gilbert, sensitive teacher, soulful poet, wise children's storyteller, who has taught me new ways to express brotherly love in the emptiness.
Note: I wrote the first draft of this poem . . .
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December 18, 2006 10:52 AM EST --
for Barbary Chaapel, world weaver with no wasted words, for me perhaps Gather's finest poet of archived perception.
I slide my robe on like a sly robot
executing a crafty HAL 9000 command
and leap . . .
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February 08, 2007 01:35 AM EST --
For Nathan Shauer, Gather’s quiet Dantean guide to what we’ve built and left behind.
My inspiration for this story poem came from an article by Jeff Kleiser entitled Synthespianism, which . . .
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March 16, 2009 06:41 PM EDT --
For my dear friend Nathan Schauer, playwright, poet and novelist, who is looking for rain in a place called El Paraiso Perdido, where only droughts occur in the natural surround. For new readers . . .
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