Monday, July 27, 2015

The DiRT



photo by raul hernandez gonzlez


It begins in the soil,

a natural body / pedosphere / mixture of minerals, organic matter,
liquids, gas & every creeepy crawly thing that slinks
                                                                  through it

a tree falls / becomes a meal / crumbs fall from the mandles
of beetles & roots finger a crack til the rock breaks / rain
washes away microns at time, depositing them,
where they will
                            grass is written on the hill of my chest,
ants form a colony, which cities inside my head,
two flowers blossom & i can see,
                                                     embracing the bee-ings,

if a tree falls & no one hears it, does it make a sound?
more than the dead bodies, everyone slows down for
on the freeway, but turn away                                from

plant a soul and soil / toil to till it / & understand
our agragrian grandfathers bents&wishes               (switches)

the river sings a love song to my veins, spreading its legs
around rocks & rejoining, taking seed,
                                                             sand, silt, clay

                LO - AM  (loam)          (eye)                   (loam)  (i)

meditate on what we cultivate in a culture contained in glass /
a reverse green house / supplement-ed by taking pills
to artificially replace
                                            
what's in the soil / we are all on a journey to becoming  (in death)
a reflection of sound / back to the beginning

                                                          

55 comments:

  1. Yes, we are. I like what you are thinking about....and that we are all on the journey, back to the beginning.

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    1. The i in Dirt.

      I totally almost choked on my drink at Dope Herpes.

      man handles in the rain - I may have nightmares now. Ha.

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    2. Excellent. I love that I almost choked you. Next time, I'll try harder. We can't have almosts floating around out there. How boring. ;)

      Any night mares come and visit you?

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    3. luckily no. i slept like a baby.

      ha, how tru on almosts. either go all the way or go home.

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    2. LOAM - LMAO

      Oh I might have crapped an open mic in my day as well.

      it is so interesting that the root of culture is cult, isnt it?

      Rum, you are my favorite drink. Ha.

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    3. Oh, man. That's hilarious. I can write you a dissertation of absurdity, but I cannot see "LMAO." That's awesome. A perfect illustration of how my brain works. I see all the intricacies of the universe, but I don't connect the dots to make the most simple observations.

      Don't you love saying Spanish words like "cultura" aloud? It makes my tongue sublimely happy. I'm an expert R roller. I always got called on to read aloud in Spanish class 'cause I had that accent thing DOWN. I guess you do the same thing, if you can swing into a Scot in sudden para-graphical bursts, you know, like when reading comments aloud, or singing.

      MaLiBu, all the way, baby.

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    4. expert R roller - see i need that on my resume.
      i took 2 years of spanish. two of latin. i know a bit of a lot of other languages, enough to be deadly.

      actually the go to language (voice) for me is probably scottish english pirate.

      i have a bottle of malibu in the cab.

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  4. What can I say after Rum Blue's comments, ha ~

    I admire the return to nature's bounty, from the soil to tree ~ The cycle of life and death, ever reminding us of the importance of the soil, seeding and cultivating it ~

    Love the clever word play of: embracing the bee-ings, and this part:
    the river sings a love song to my veins, spreading its legs
    around rocks & rejoining, taking seed,

    Cheers !

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  6. Whew, there is something wrong when a comment (or two) are longer than the poem.

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    1. All fixed.
      Won't happen again.

      ~~~

      Lovely poem, X.

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    2. What broke your heart? That I wrote too much, or that I then deleted the too much? 'Cause I can go either way ... WAY over-do it, or minimize. You tell me. I like to keep the peep[er]s happy. ;)

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    3. be you.
      all i can ask.

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  7. So true, we all are on a journey to end up back where we began...back in the soil whee we (and it) all began.

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  8. Sorry, missed the rum's comments :( ~ Closer to poem...inspiring! My short time in the library...just teasing time....at the mission.... ~ Closer to poem ...'ants form a colony, which cities inside my head,' - impressed by visual image...I'd spray if outside....Smiles...

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  9. Nice imagery in this ... the timeless life cycle. Dirt is important to keep clean, natural and free of chemicals ... it's life giving.

    Now I wonder what Rum said :)

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  10. This is an ear-openingly loquacious collection of Brazilian kaleidoscopes, unearthed at the skin-tight core of humanity's sanitarium. Sheer genius that could only be magnified by the ubiquitous caricature of third-world "dirt" as a phantasmagoric squirt of dark chocolate incense, rising inquisitively over the scouring bite of neanderthals and d'nealian curves. Barium carbonate borne of Croatian words, as deeply embedded in liquid radio-contrast as teenagers necking with preserves, smothering anecdotes over the cunning linguistics of ink lipstick and penned ice creme.

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    1. I totally read that in a Scottish accent.
      A poem itself.

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    2. Do you do that often? And is that your go-to funsie voice, or do you like to change it up, depending on your mood? I do English a lot, but sometimes my vibe is more thick Indian.

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  11. "plant a soul and soil / toil to till it." I love this. And "the river sings a love song to my veins." Mine, too, kiddo.

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  12. "It begins in the soil" and after the long journey "back to the beginning" & in between reading grass-words and listening to the river songs & the journey is complete...a beautiful poem...

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  13. I love 2 go 2 da river in da summer time ... and scoop up dirt ... and find specks of ... gold ... smiles ... Love, cat.

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  14. taking pills to artificially replace what's in the soil/soul. how sad.

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    1. You're quite the comedian, my friend. ;)

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  15. Oh GOODness X.. we seem to be thinking AND FEELING about our Earth today.. across the states of souls of soils as well.. and truly the soil and water is what we all hold in common.. for our subsistence in living.. historically and NOW speaking as WELL.. the Deserts SPELL a way to go.. with footprints not traveling before.. with Oasis of Water as Midnight Dreams.. a beach can be a desert sand too.. all white.. with vines as roots.. up NORTH of sugar white sands wHere i live.. sand and water is A dusty SILT origin IN WASTE WAtER of Abrahamic Religion's words for GOD in fertile crescent of those Babylonia folks.. thousands of years ago.. and interestingly.. it is quite shocking. for me at LEAST.. to open up the Book, "A History of GOD', to find that my REAL LAST NAME is almost identical to what is described as that septic tank of GODS pairing together forever for all of creation as IS.. but haha!.. you'll have to visit me to find the name OF GOD(s) then.. smiles.. AND WOW.. if the dVerse prompt tomorrow is ALL about sand too.. i'll be all prepared in desert vines yard claws and sand and water and Yellow Boy PAWS AKA Silt.. i cannot tell ya how many times ya write about what i already write about.. or Vice a VeRSES.. that is REaLLY weird.. hmm.. or Synchronicity with GOD WINKING AT US BIG TIME WitH GOD EYES.. AS SUCH in Silt today.. but anyway HEY! i am uP to celebrating anything so HAPPY SILT DAY TO YOU TOO.. FROM just another feudal tenant holding 'LandMan' hanging around AND HOLDING these paRTS.. OF ART Territory in Covenant with the bigger LANDMAN.. and yes also named as Lord in some areas of the WORlD.. and yes.. in cult movie classics 'he' is also named the 'BIG LEBOWSKI' AND UGH that reminds me it can be so disconcerting when folks pee on my rug.. in that territorial stuff that some folks do.. hey it's what is holding my room together.. wHere i live online.. oh I love the RUG OF LIFE!.. and hugs too.. in flesh and blood LIFE!..:)

    Online hugS REEK OF INK!..:)

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  16. OH GOD! I MISSED ALL OF RUM BLUE'S
    KOOL COMMENTS.. DAM
    ALL THE
    MISFORTUNE
    IN LIFE.. A
    CREATIVE
    THOUGHT
    IS A TERRIBLE
    THING TO WASTE
    OR ERASE JUST
    CAUSE IT
    DON'T
    FIT
    the
    moldy STUFF
    of yesterdayS..:)

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  17. Well done x! I love it. Especially the way in which the last two lines sum up the whole poem. It reinforces my thinking that the more we think we know, the less we actually do know. Also I feel strongly about replacing the 'natural goodness' in soil with chemicals; and I know we are all just bundles of chemicals really. I hate what is going on with DNA modification, etc. (plants and animals).

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    1. Despite all these 'advances' we are no closer to being able to feed all the world's poor.

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  18. I could not reply under WordPress today. It just goes round and round in circles, but will not finish.

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  19. the river sings a love song to my veins

    Wow so much beauty in this piece and tragedy as well considering how we disregard nature and our connections to it. I have always found such a sense of peace outdoors and you just can't replicate that in a room no matter how much you've feng shui'd it

    mindlovemisery

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  20. Creation waits for the sons of God to be revealed, there is an anthem in nature that yearns to be reconciled back to the fullness at the beginning, what we feel in our veins is the song creation sings. Perfect writing, brilliantly captured with the hope that is within us all. Excellent.

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  21. "grass is written on the hill of my chest..." that is the most beautiful line of pure poetry I have read in a long long time. Stuff is going on with me(well, with all of us of course)but mine is going to make me scarce for awhile, but even if I don't comment, I will still be reading when I can. (I don't read your other comments any more--I'm starting to think comments are the root of all evil--I come here for what you have to say, you are the poet--and it is always worth the trip. ;_) )

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  22. From the earth
    and back to it...

    the world we live in allows us to forget that so often.

    that is why i garden, i am always happiest beneath the sky...

    and yes, we are all becoming something new, every second.

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  23. Love the elemental feel to this....and the way that it's circular....has a beginning "it begins in the soil" and an end that takes it "back to the beginning"---so much like the circle of life that exemplifies nature. Beautiful.

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  24. So much texture and layering in this, X. Love these lines:
    the river sings a love song to my veins, spreading its legs
    around rocks & rejoining, taking seed,
    Tomorrow morning when I walk the dog's by the Truckee, I will see it in a whole new light, even in its drought-stricken state.

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  25. X, the best part for me was "grass is written on my chest". I think that is a beautiful image and one I would like to see more of in a piece like--the root and essence, ending and continuance of nature. >KB

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  26. Grass on the hill of my chest...wonderful. From dirt we were created and to dirt we return. true circle of life, wonderful healing. Most excellent write!

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  27. An interesting contrast between the playfulness of your word plays and the more serious eternal rebirth and cycle of nature. Particularly like your use of the word noun 'city' as a verb:
    ants form a colony, which cities inside my head,

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  28. Before I read the other comments, I joined the other great minds, & pulled out the grass writing on your chest, & you snagged me at the lusty flow of river sex (a new experience for me). Agree with Hedge, that one def stops here for the meat, the sinews of songbird word smithing.

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  29. the river sings a love song to my veins, spreading its legs
    around rocks & rejoining, taking seed

    Such a beautiful image.. what could be more calming to the soul than the sound of the river with its love song? Beautifully executed :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  30. Powerful poem indeed! I love "meditate on what we cultivate in a culture contained in glass" Brilliant!

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  31. life, love, death, rebirth - it's all in there. Bravo!

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  32. I loved this. Very convicting of our culture of mass production in which we forget how our ancestors lived off the land. I loved it all, except the ants. I really dislike ants and yours is the second poem I've read so far with ants in it. When I get to heaven, that's my one question for God: what's the deal with ants? Peace, Linda

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    1. Ha. It is really only the fire ants in florida that I have major concerns with.

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  33. hey, I gotta love a river that sings love songs to my veins..spreading its legs around rocks & rejoining...very seductive undertones here...spilling seeds into the river perhaps, to bring forth new life...

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  34. nice "full circle" to this...it all begins...and ultimately ends...in soil.

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  35. And we are spoiling the soil, compacting it and letting it blow away or drain away to choke our streams. Modern farm machinery may save manpower, but it doesn't serve nature!

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  36. very creative... and a les-son to be learned

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  37. We all return to OM -- to the sound. Interesting.

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