Monday, January 1, 2018

Augmented Reality

     A new year begins but I am stuck on some Ads. that will trickle into 2018. The idea of taking something out of context or just plan lie is not new, Just look in the White House. Put it in an Ad. that goes by so fast or the "truth" is printed so tiny it is impossible to read. I got Tivo to escape Ads. now I see that they are a tool, a deceiving tool that most don't see what they are up to. Oh don't forget the truck they are showing you does not have the outer Antenna. You might not buy it but you'll see it on the lot fully exposed.

Lexus steals the inner child to talk about its latest car. It is a physical relationship; the child into the adult woman is draped over the car, and a male voice brings her into the present by saying "the car is for both of us." She tells the car to ignore him. If the inner child is to be put into this commercial it is attached to a thing not a being. As we grow some of those growth edges are the inner child, not the outer child wishing and hoping and not growing up. The woman's response is a child to a toy not to engaging  growth.

Winter Olympics Ad. by Comcast. Sentimental, not. The music is surely Peace Train but the lyrics are not quite the same, jumble. So I get nostalgia and lost. They can't escape a song that is bound in the Civil Rights Movement of the sixties. Mixing does not always match up.

We are shown pictures on computers and phones that are not there. The disclaimer is to small. Go back and another piece of your setup blocks the info. Hey here's and idea since you wont raise the font put the info on the top of the screen!

Adidas wants all the creative people to gather at the table of  creators. It is one minute of youth, sport and music, oh and wealth! The creators are still everybody on earth. At least one of these "dem-gods" could say meet me in your neighborhood, the gritty community center, the Y! This table did not have an empty chair.

the Xfinity WIFI has a mom push a button that takes everybody of their devices, even dad, to sit and eat pizza. Just boxes and crusts on the family table. Could they not show something like the family taking a walk outside or a board game!?

Saturday, June 17, 2017

I went to the Edmond's Art Festival last night and found a woman Cheryl Brown who know how to create a crow! I am glad I ran across her.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Philocetetes, and why he is important to us.

                                   Philocetetes, and why he is important to us.

     Philocetetes reached inside of me and held on tight. After reading Susan Sutclifes version of his story, Black ships Before Troy, I wanted to know why this Greek character had a hold on me. This is no minor role player yet he is put off on and island because he was bitten on the toe by the dragon/serpent he slew. This caused him to scream constantly, and have a wound that smelled and oozed. The black ship he was on put him off on Limnos to continue on to Troy.
    I was struck that Philocetetes was left on the island for ten years. I began to imagine: what would a wounded part of me hidden for a number of years look and feel like? I might not have been ready to deal with it at the time it occurred so I suffered it away or a better way of putting it for me is I kept eating to keep it at bay. Maybe it was so traumatic all I could do was to bury it. At some point I must face that wound, heal that part of me. That part of me I call the child of awe. From an early age I was not given the light to shine but shamed and abused wounds I could not comprehend but felt. In my case it was an ulcer at age nine.
      This immense war with Troy is not going well for the Greeks. The Greeks talk to their soothsayer that tells them to bring Philocetetes back from Lemnos. I am sure this is not what the kings had in mind to turn the tide of battle. They send two of their best warriors to fetch him: Diomedes (Divine Cunning) and Odysseus (Trouble Maker) It takes much strength, and yes deception and time to face our wounds. When the two men face Philocetetes, he does not recognize them. They raise their arms to show no harm will be done. Two strong men humbled. It is a survival skill to push a wound away but left in the dark it is hard to recognize yourself.
     Philocetetes carries the bow of Hercules, a gift. Now this gift rests in a place we would not usually go to for the sake of winning a battle or in my case to get up in front of my family to speak my truth about our parents, and to read poetry at gatherings about my parents. What the wounded part of ourselves brings forth heals us.
     They bring Philocetetes back with them. But note how they handle him. There is tenderness even with defeat on the horizon. He is bathed and his wound tended to. This is the hero’s journey. We need to think of our wounded ness as a royal blessing. The gift: the bow and arrow and poison tipped. This is Philocetetes gift and he has to use it his own way; some of the soldiers do not want this poison. There will always be a part of us that will be skeptical of our wounded ness, hold those feelings very gently. There are parts of me that struggle with how I should teach or read a poem surrounded in wounded ness but it is mine and I must claim it, and claiming is a comfort and a process.
     Even with ten years of shooting birds on Limnos the shot to take out Paris glances his hand, not the shot of great bowman. The poison becomes more the necessity for this glancing strike. It also lets the story go on as Paris dies a painful death.
     Philocetetes has done his job but it is like he fell off the beach, we don’t know if he is ever totally healed or continues to have this wound. In many stories about healing you will run across this, the character does his job and exits. Philocetetes received much to come and turn the tide of war but I put my imagination into him, what would he do next? I would continue to monitor the wound. It is much deeper than the oozing. I would go to the soothsayer and ask about the circumstances that brought him to such a place. Any counselor worth there salt knows, like I said earlier, that this healing takes time. How we use that time to get healthy, to get to a place of healing. My Goodness! A gift lost then found- what else might this important work produce? Philocetetes needed the poison, at some point I feel that he will not need the poison or the bow to do his healing work. Phielo means to love. Ctetos means something that can be gained. I know I have more then one gift wrapped in my wounded ness.

     Look to these old stories and myths for healing they are there as well as many islands to explore.

Sunday, May 29, 2016

No go Ballard Bridge

This has been a month of losses for me. The Ballard Bridge would have been great but being in residence and a full time job, that would have been tough. Three other poems I put out for publication were rejected and into this mix the death of my sister Mary. After having coffee with my brother this morning I revised this poem:

Her name is Louisiana
A rambling girl. A bigger
Purchase never visited by me.
She had many a spat
Tit for tat- Katrina
A recent cat fight.

Mass exit makes for mass entrance
Big chiefs lead parades.
Streets pour with water
Occasional sofa and love seat
Blister alleyways. She’s pretty
My Louisiana- that ninth ward
Should have been exhumed earlier
Or been more honest in presentation.

I see my Louisiana on TV, its super
Dome like a Tierra, tossed.
But she comes back dressed and sweaty

For the next event- that’s my girl. 

Saturday, February 20, 2016

     I have sent my resume in for a chance at being the poet laureate for the Fremont Bridge later this year. I have son great ideas and I wanted to share the first poem that I have written about the Fremont Bridge:

Angles in Orange & Blue

If I crossed the Fremont Bridge
As never before-
Towers diagonally
Like Petit holding
Eyes below, I would
Write the view of corvids
That call this angle common.
Moses burning bush
Would have competition.
I have removed my sandals
Long ago, pressed my soles
To steel mesh and heard

My fascia cry: I am home!  

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

O Antiphons Outside Advent

O Antiphons outside Advent

They stole the sign-
Arbeit Macht Frei
(work sets you free).
Where is the O Antiphon
To chorus through such misery?
A root of Jessie to break soil
And entangle such theft.
Are Wiseman afoot  making
Way to the scene?
Will it show up in someone’s
Basement to shameful to see
Sunlight outside
Its original mooring?
Will it be returned
No questions, to the gate?
Will it show up as a selfie on Facebook?
A rite of passage that needs no reminding.

O come O come Emanuel and ransom captive….

When I wrote the above poem I wondered how I would connect the stolen sign at Auschwitz with Christian preparation music in Advent. I see the sign as remembrance and ask:  How can someone steal it? It has been stolen before. I thought about the root of Jessie coming to the aid of the Jews. Wise men awake and always on the move, not necessarily for the baby Jesus but alive to retrieve the sign over a death camp. And finally: O come O come Emanuel and ransom captives not yet born some dead three quarters of a century.
The selfies Jewish kids take at  death camps bothers me but maybe it makes them feel alive. I see the three kings as avengers first not just worshipers.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015


I have been called to this place to espouse. To espouse what exactly? Those falsehoods that abound in advertising. Just recently I read that we don't need advertising and I wonder if that is the result of the permeation of many falsehoods. That what we see in bold print is not true and we are too tired to read the fine print. Big is good and small is bad. That is what advertising on TV begets. On radio the small print is the fast voice like a grease eraser over ink. Why am I called to espouse on this? I don't see myself as a prophet of truth. If the medium is the message then that straight path John the Baptist speaks of are now massive switch backs that lead to nowhere. TIVO helps to rush through ads. and if I stop to read the fine print it is covered by some timeline on the TIVO. The ads. that make me most angry are about drugs, they work off of the fear and pain of the viewer. I see a scale that weighs the emotion and risk of belonging. The good life of breathing better MAYBE or performing sexually MAYBE. Pharmaceuticals see it as a good risk for the patient. Wheres the doctor in all this? The ad. will make me seem smart to go to my doctor with this information. There are full page ads. in the paper for cellphones and buying shoes to watch on TV. Yet the paper can only have one local editorial and one national. I have said to many people just follow the money. These companies want us to pay to be healthy, pay to be connected. Just this week Anhausier  Busch  bought a local brewery There are no choices. Follow that stream of beer back to it source. We can complain to Congress but they are so far away. We have Facebook that keeps churning stories but do they go anywhere? No. I am the kid in the crowd in the Emperor's New Cloths. He is naked but nobody notices. He had good ad. men and power. But he is still naked.
The soap box on the street corner lasted longer than the pony express. I got educated away from the box and onto the fast moving horse. Now we get instant messaging and junk in our mail box. no taking pliers to the TV to change the station There were no gigs in the Magnovox. Truth telling does not make it right. Being caught in a lie does not me you are wrong you just got caught. Do I want the drug that might help or risk the consequences? Unsure? They can mail you a sample.