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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Crow Man

Painting by Kirby Sattler

I recently discovered this fabulous painting by the artist Kirby Sattler, and was amazed to discover the very image of a personae I envisioned for a short performance piece back in 1997, one I made a mask for.  Very often I would make masks for personae that seemed to present themselves, with a story to tell, and a voice to speak.

That summer I was living in the attic of an old house in Brattleboro, Vermont.  I remember that my friend Steve and I were studying with several local shamanic practitioners, and were upstairs in my attic doing some "soul retrieval"  visioning work.  We were talking afterwards, while a candle flickered in the corner, and some sage burned.  Suddenly we both felt that there was a potent presence in the room......and the candle burst, glass flying across the room.  We weren't frightened, but it did seem that some spirit had come and announced itself.  
CROW MAN  


Why have you come?
 I am the one you ran from years ago.

You say you want to investigate the night.  
I have no time
for  breathless words.
Go! 

If iridescent wings
call to you in the pungent darkness,
if  they whisper your name from there, 
then go, leap, do it!   Haw!
Do you think they will wait
for your convenience?

Your fear is useless. 
You will, or you will not. 
You will be gifted,
you will find what is to be found,
or you will fall, and be crushed on rocks
you cannot see until they find you. 

There are no certainties in my country.
No IRA's.  No Savings Bonds.
No bungee cords.

Or sit in your chair,
with your imaginings of what might be.
And you will say,  "Well, tomorrow I will go."
Do you suppose they will come again?  

They may not.
And the night will gleam, radiant,
on the other side of your door.

Sit in your room, until you are too old to fly,
you will forget that you ever could.
Caw! 

Fly into the dark,
and take what is to be had,
fight well what is to be fought. 

There are beauties there,
shaped by all your passions -
they will wrap their arms around you,
they will tell you their stories,
they will  love you, they will gift you,
and they will wound you.  
And there are horrors there as well:
they will also come to you.  

Go to both of  them with power
fight well and bravely,
take what you will.

In my country there are no certainties.  
You are not safe.
You will never be.




Joanna Brouk found!



light
light

light of morning
the fairest light, the fairest light
has come
softly, I feel its coming

night has given
night has given
a place to morning
breath returns and moistens
the grass the birds feather

no longer do I hide
no longer do I hide
gone into darkness
light has come


Back in 2004, I found a collection of poems and forgotten artwork, from the halcyon days of Berkeley in the early 70's.  The art and the poems were from a collaboration between myself, and two of my friends, Felicia Miller and Joanna Brouk.  I published them in my website, and in 2006, Felicia found me, and our friendship resumed after 30 some years.  I went to visit her in Puerto Rico, and saw in Washington D.C.  as well.  Felicia passed from this world in January of last year.  
 
A few weeks ago, the other long lost friend, Joanna, wrote to me!  As it turns out, Joanna lives in a town near San Diego, and we've since spent several wonderful days together.  Wow, almost 35 years have passed..........and yet, it's still Joanna!  Interestingly, because of my posting her poetry on my website, she was contacted by someone who is re-issuing and archiving some of her music from those early days, including work that was presented on the "Hearts of Space" program in Berkeley.


Joanna is a composer, and a writer........funny, like Felicia, she had forgotten all about the poems I treasured, and I'm delighted to re-offer them to her.  I still love her series of poems that I illustrated so very long ago (the series can be found at the link below).   In them,  Joanna moves, like a stream, through the rythems of season, current, night and day, to an ecstatic experience of  the Sun's return.

And here is a link to Joanna's music, from a KPFA broadcast ("Hearts of Space") in 1972.

http://www.archive.org/details/OTG_1972_10_25_2

I thank Spider Woman for weaving our lives together once again.