PIPIT MATTERS And all the while, their struggle brutish;call it survival’s answered ask; gurgling climberat his loosest another flyby laughed.Little mirth for players Pipit; harsh built,held visage of one veiled in the house.More solidarity than head and face covered.
Hard-wired, he barely came round, as yard on,year on relish year they to the door to build.So eaves chimed clawed scratches, bother soundsin come and go feeds; then, their speechsongsignalese – what better music: ‘pipityoupipityouou!’
One step, and wrong, less generous whenby the flu may coincide cautioned, the man‘down’ named their nest. Unraveled quest,sorry expressed in throw callous days,but hopping on hope – like you, were ableto spring away; construct successful elsewherebefore loss of season, and hold no grudge.
Time at station, larger logics, lessons with youand kind grace leave them that door;above which, on the light, piece, troubling,their frail breeding site, even you, studied-in-climb,can’t negotiate; though wind might! As that onein the house too, ‘will now not go behind his father’s’ “Those are our spiders!” and lifts that to all.
 Having seen how when that portal is openedto dash grounds; come and go of the place,their bombard is closeflight, courageous no-play,and means business; cure with me their laughs toosafely go in man’s new live and let be (if notat destruction indiscriminate) that bows with now.As in mainly heavy-lift quest of things, they alsolabor next door, we ask: Let, and Save Awe One?!
 Copyright © 2026 Joseph Duvernay. All rights reserved. Note: ‘…will not go behind…’ – Robert Frost – “Mending Wall.” _______________________________________________________________________________ WAYWARD
It could have left as came,pursuant on phantasmal claimsense was unable to otherwise frame.
Maybe we dreamt it; thought, and emotion,now clearing house said to some part of.
 As pretext, he shot that wolf, ate those monkeys. Or did they grime?
Was there ever anywhere to go, but where healready was, on a green, turning brown,once plush they’ve caught no sight ofover extendedmind’s tear; no evenscratch for a rough, billionaires’ donate income;breathe bottled stuff, nor blasé for child’s play,palleted, tilt on crashing bluff of that way,and early too much?
Pull-up! This too call happy passage: steam,feel allowance!But shouldn’t halt here; cap wry hourlymoments’ momentum by; swear the awful from?
 A house on shift ground was corrupted by beloved sound of right of love for insistent self, all goosy in dispute with a picture perfect to hand. Yet wouldn’t rather lay out a sustainable feast,have a dance, hold her, hug him, watch the foodand forests grow, even in dust up over liberties,and choice, and free, dumb in its up reach?
Perhaps the lever for turning `round wasbroken at the hitch. Could it be they were never,at heights, in true-love’s needy greets?
 ‘I think we’ve found it’s soft center!’ Someone, ‘puncture here!’
 Copyright © 2026 (05/23-06/22) Joseph Duvernay. All rights. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ ‘HOMECOMING’ Still the seasons of all that have gone before, closing on, travel through the root, escape then and never, make known tenure,as with guffawing green our friends that vegetate, fan out on all nows, lights way to/past us; and doors closed open without fright.
Here, there, babbling fountain, noisy circle of moisture, cloud conditioned, a terrible deluge may cause, so wash away happy father, applying son.
 Unguarded, in master thralls of alliancewhat does not go and stay? What left of smallest effort action splayed;tendered trace, not just marking spot, but traversing with spot tied-tremendous outlay?
 We’ve tripped here before!Yet it would be without conscience a moral relativismto on a wall give say, and bury the intent of Jesus attitude. Aligning post along seam of prior being the one line now feels it does meet, ponder, sit mid, flower even; souls lost to current endeavour, may still stand tall, copy un-tasked to their faith. And to Father, aside arguments tenacious, pray; going more to us than me.
 Copyright © 2026 (04/07-06/22) Joseph Duvernay. All rights.
Shepherd OF THE PEOPLE
Cry, a call, alarum not acknowledgedby gilded small, in the People’s Hall,save dressed mock and lost decorum. Out of the horrors of division! Out of aggression’s harms, smiles with lucre,split tyrants’ hand-raises doing wished, they said. He threatened his extension, made joke their relation, so it went about –his was a concert of sour notes.One day a kind of lucidity in jaws.Another creep along, dire muck attended,to alienate, scratch the heart, make it nowthe place hate starts. Set union unconstitute? Weary shenanigans, they sold themselvesthere Is work to be done. Not all pretty, somegrit-filled. Yet remained, did it not, simple:start tryer from good not evil if able? Yes, clear the board and streets of misbehavior!Then, what pleased, Board of Peace,or Department of war Miffster President?
Like the universe viewed without,none can know the mind of another.But this decider’s heart seem not a good heart.They would have counted on and beennot distraught if from high mind ofa serving politician, he were to serve the whole lot.
 Use love of self, others’ words-of-note as catalyst? Use what trees have whispered; what horse, cow, cat, dog, crow, pig or disgrunt have said, found selfish belief in? Baffler’s trick ancient?
Some lay: Where autoportrait anyman if notcast of these? But the notice, like officialsand courts tooled it sometimes seem to draina public - because that’s what suits do -are the mandatory clamour of grifters whomay never – eyes’/hearts’ knowing withdrawn –admit proper heritage to be given to dug goldpursued in another’s backyard. How opposed are silences in the autolisten, kin to deep breaths, if lucky, in relief taken. How a heart under love listens; and stays with great gift of reason… Must we not, emulate Great love given Great Love gave; a Kucinich be, a Sanders, sense-making Guterres - or fafo, monster over, and closet some fool’s armour for him? Copyright © 2026 Joseph Duvernay. All rights. __________________________________________________________________________________ LET THIS BE WHALE FALL
Something was merciful. There would befeeding on those bones – the work one owed.There was mercy in the fare.All phenomena did not bow to ruin -the creatures’ demise to come about.
Being reprieved, ease bidden,nevertheless counted tearsin the fish-bowl years that camedrown upon frown, and took issuewith conservative-hearts’ hardness.
Extoled ‘I Love You!’ in no fancy manner,simply spread the bred-Spirit tendered to all. Were they history’s much heralded Humanists poised again to bring that delicious?
Did they continue on to Love in its superior agencythat limits nothing in its no-limits ‘attensity’? They did. And as they did, still came evilhawking to bill and overtax a sacred worldnot of their making. They prepared themselves for bland deathin the way of things, but kept attentive watchon the purposeful harm-laden, given new criminalhardware of impunity, immunity, pardon, mask,smirk, badge, and gun.
Selfishness and their murders, placard underdetested ideal gathered under the dome, arms full of The People’s looted liberties;treasures only the somber and sober Humanistscould recognize, protect and dine on within and without.
 Copyright © 2026 (Jan. 28-March 2) Joseph Duvernay. All rights. __________________________________________________________________________________ ONCEThere was a red fox, unsteady, in the tree when I looked all was uncertainA doe, chewing, chewing, lay sure in the shadefrom sun one summer’s day I easily recall.And when I encountered that other bobcat, after itsup-hill scurry. Its stare got easy, timeless stare backand it rallied – not urgent on its way up hill.
A hawk fell out of a pine, just there in front oncedove not certain its grasps that,as they hit ground, great care, with a bounce,dove made hell out – and fair, with hawkquick its trail in turns, swerve, dodge of trees,pole, which dove was intofor protections’ onward survey.
By now one tells oneself it doesn’t matteras to opinion perk in sly social attitudes,but it does and how is one to manage change with it climbing one’s back?Doe next season brought her double brood,and standing sitting, all were chewing, chewing.
Could the dream of all knowing what all does -in that single, signal knowing that faithin Goodness trades for nothing men can offerif not goodness, or a-tide the informationsaved in action*, as we of late read, still therein/on/about hydrogen’s ‘sheets’ and ‘web’ –be possible in man’s unknowing?Or did foolishness with AI, the doe and broodwith a huge male expensively horned,closest to window, back to my inquirieschewing unmoved; and bear that threw thingsaround with outsized force because I was carelesswith the trash teach me calm, or nothing?Did I become addicted to the best possibilitiesof screens? I did!
 Copyright © 2026 (Jan. 28-Feb. 7) Joseph Duvernay. All rights. * Note: Friedrich Holderlin, with a potential chorus of others caught the same thought fired in its leaping – From his Mnemosyne (3rd version) in David Constantine trans. -1990-2018: “… And things /want keeping like /A burden of logs on the shoulders /A lot of things. But the paths /Are wicked. The imprisoned /Elements and old /Laws of the earth go wrong /like horses. /And always /There is a longing to dissolve. But a lot /Wants keeping. Faith. /Let us look neither before nor behind, instead /Be cradled as though /On the lake in a rocking boat…” More: “be… water…” Sifu! _______________________________________________________________________________
BROKEN OR NOT 2 ‘Reminiscing Max Planck’s 1920 Nobel Lecture’ “In the general order of the universe, his condition is doubtless subjected to many inconveniences…” Trans: James Marshall of “The Ruins 1811” – C. F. Volney There exists key might say, passing through diabatsas, untortured excuse for everything in nature’s busy nooks; none seat-waited for weakly recrimination – but succinic; or sorrow’s hunched sobs, but - acidic if saving worlds, ‘between energy and probability, energy and inertia,’ photosynthetics’ rise you hone, local, ‘not local;’ if protecting, one lives and breathes. There he is though, knowing the truths in this, who will yet some hour’s worry - an un`happily chosen interpolation formula’ - the handle bobble, fragile cup drop of precious Life, its unabashed nakedness forgot; ‘hectic (too-often false) pace of ‘progress’’ willingly let in. Subject, broken or not, anguish is! leaves its prints on growing soil, ‘free rooms of action,’ walls and even books sacred to high learning self. And well imagines he, out in roaring world, nature roaring ‘choose!’ ‘whether one will call it magic or physics,’ telomeres further: Go, leave most the bounty! Protect Life! Find why in all given you are grateful! Buy friend Earth your friend within. Gift sky peace-action and why you work so hard to protect it. Be saving ‘quanta of action’ guiding principle, not escape it! Copyright © 2025 Joseph Duvernay. All rights reserved. Notes: see succinic acid: (amber); also, active in energy-yielding metabolic reactions, widely in nature – Websters Dict. Joseph Brodsky in his Nobel Speech/Lecture coming to what so many have, suggested, ‘verse writing is an extraordinary accelerator of conscience, of thinking, of comprehending the universe. And one experiencing this finds oneself longing for the chance (Universe willing) to repeat the experience.’ In such vein – words, almost all words, teem as flowers in a field. Accomplishment knowing only the Work on! ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ PATHS Led only by what would not be avoided; stress jacked at the signposts; open roads’ beckon; on that track since childhood – again, nothing to be done about that. Or, secure core blisses, stay still in another’s slower-time passes; secret featly a loving home in hold’s bold branches. Cost the lovers’ welcome; choosing difference, the rhythm of early attraction’s notion, and say to each bound – producing then such makings and blessings in the pitch! But, the switch between goers and stayers, inner and outer worlds; golly-gees and trajectories only the wide-All could in-solve, stitch so and if absence mend; Oh, happy equilibrium! leaving first hows and whys in groups, desires intact; let’s say were seen, for those that heroic All didn’t, as clearer reckonings, better destinies Heaven chose. Maybe not then, but of sure hope later; taught of gladness, shake to the head, dispose of worse direction. Here the ley lines stretch in expand; relief exhales, and hands-full Heaven took and takes care of, as went and go faintingly along, ‘round and round.’ Copyright © 2025 Joseph Duvernay. All rights reserved. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ PARK HERE Fire in the troubled corridor. With lightening, scar roads, clear cuts, those were the loaded carriers that barreled straights home in blots Φιλήοίο ϖατρίδα γαίαν of beloved fatherland; (<--- should read patrida, but site won't take the change.) truly: whole wish, spin, and some plan of the most unruly. Bid sure, those jobbing Jan. 6 crowds in those days voted consistently, kind action against; to debase democracy to their own contents they’d hoist there petard! Every turn, every tap to be judicious, unselfish, fairly augment, tell truth: let stray, slam with or w/out notice into test barrier, air, wall and tree as went. Most monstrous as you’d expect, until we cleared that corridor, and the old lets not let. Old, sour not-trues told only of/by old, sour bores; fires and coward attack by the disgrunt or doom-filled set; shooed from congress by self-protect from ignorance? Shall we list them loves’ kindly chores? As in turns, There we conceive our weave on the swift edge of shift. Transports too, strain extra mile, if’d by columns of we-will-Duties’ reared activists, as much for selves as Memory and Love’s Green and Crawling Lists go. Gifts earned those instants, develop penchant for claims everyone everywhere know as common sense being made. That through the grimy rooftops should All Is Well! raise. Evident evil clocked; minds sick of love for their played-for downs cried. Copyright © 2025 Joseph Duvernay. All rights reserved. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ IN GRATITUDE And then it was easy, the lift, the run, slide in chair. Couple with lack of chatter, no other person worries and there was no reason not to word. That cosmic-background-like blank to with ink paint, add reads, held bay destructive boredom or invitation to web finds handicapping with every which way de-lights. Yet when sat so the longer grew longest, chasing dream, scheme awake and meditative, body, not for those neglects, cased back to one. And the wish and want and world their providence gave. And appeased were in gratitude. And leaves became their birthright green. And the holy lay-engulf about the glory thing, if were expressive, attentive and fair. If from sacrifice’s presents could the prayer framed, set upon the thing equal, when sane, was more that. And rocks did not sharpened for anger’s fame. And the buzz was not cursed at summer’s busy windows’ claims. Copyright © 2025 Joseph Duvernay. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ JUSTICE
 Nag coming up! Sign to worry near were shorn, fear immigrant, so no welcome where maybe from arriving periphery were born; You were there. Then so I was!
 First in justice again, against those long been there. So ask, Is there no warm in ya? Corpses all? Fields – raw strewn? Abduct `em , fence `em, ship `em, worse; only unknown seasons, no escapes dans fail? Corrections come?!
 Aren’t there or seem to be as many universes as those experiencing them? And what does he know, man? What little in or outside of his own? Does he know all others have no inner life?
How is any, as scientist, nay! human, to such unknowns to pronounce? Though there’s been a recent change in tone; man is not the be and end all, but save your energies in convincing any driller, miner, weapons deployer, her or him of that.
 In not letting go, his eyes eager over, unworthy man, and not with Tree in favor spies the pressed able uprightness. With the applied crank floating in some jiu-jitsu move then, let him tap out as to why really his mind whips about, annoys,
 won’t work in law for long. Abandons own acceptance to hear himself say, “We are not there to guarantee justice! Just that law, as written, be followed!”
 Are not all that breathe, here to guarantee justice? Full F**king Stop idiota?! Which, a thousand times a day, basic gut-check out on the couch….lost as rolling, tremendous tragedy guarantees as captain, I, I!
 Copyright © 2019(Feb 18) –04, 06, – 2025 Joseph M. Duvernay. All Rights Reserved. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ IN CHASE OF LOGICS
 Laughing, it came as it always does, rinse in envy habit. The colour life chose, overall gift for happy toes. What was bleak, spare, cruelly sparse to eyes now broke full of leaf and flower power and knows what God knows;
 pearls a chart of certains to others: the well pool, shadow-strewn, vegetable-crowded landscape that is its own house of rooms. There, in a hill country’s nape, some light can be escaped and partition cruel native heat.
 If in chase of logics’ proposed progressions are joined on, the ruin-of to visit, it will not be, by the reasoned, out of place nor raised-to-difficult in need of forgiveness. For it was but the matter forward brought for survive’s evidence.
 And if still some barky from a yarky sets nerves ill. And ‘language a natural creation like wings is,’ that ‘vacuous hypothesis, a feature of the system,’ bid it verse-ample too dazed isn’t.
 Copyright © 2025 Joseph Duvernay. Note: ‘…’ notes from one of Noam Chomsky’s Strong Minimalist Theory Lectures (2023). ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___
COPYRIGHT OPTICS; DECIDING; COURAGE
COPYRIGHT OPTICS
Would on-line you something from the real Hosts’ dinner party that got just barely evening started. Would control what struck spittle at. Had in mind so profound a landing around globe spun a few, though on wee stretch of stone & dirt mend now.
 Purpose - burlesque sometimes in gloam, much assured by clothes trim and fit, accept of obeisance, copied - might barrier coughs’ phlegm indifferent that beat curry and slack slurry any carrier wit of computer assists: ‘there’s little to see here,’ Copyright Office glides. While with humane mind mushin’, recursive, not independent of memory embed, but also not akin any opposite, in Deep comeuppance, ‘I can’t make money if I have to pay for content!’ You for human understanding scratch and post some anyway. Copyright (c) 2025 Joseph M. Duvernay. ___________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ - DECIDING –
 Completely worth the cost! Sit with colors and shades of sky, penseur. Share with whole, not just near imaginary World-family and Muses by.
 Land deep of knee and keep all. Enough youth may be left to scatter seed with slip scorn. Thinking long and hard, bite now down on cold’s group-tragic having lived good-turn overjoy that loves more its magic.
 Think, thank! what must, Live with trust! Shield dread hand, said and acted on! Argument of life, with big love on the inside pry, as attendant worlds dine out on.
 Attentioned then, back straight, where sordid leaders meal - Do you not linger! Notice when Wind satisfies, and intelligences’ staunch stubborn not new intelligences, said again. Then about, remember what your Ma and Pa did as sin swept in. And good hearts go with ya! Copyright © 2025 Joseph Duvernay. _______________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ COURAGE
 Find you in front when they look. Teeth, nail, bone in barrier’s wash, but still. Will notice strain, strength, Licensed-Peace share – red, green, or black rather than bite - some prayer-call answered to address as penitent nice.
 Matter smattered slim, scratches training among soldiers’ indefensible orders crossed; one is a man before a soldier. Thatch as sea jolts, crabbin’ flash a-jostlin’ waves that break the matter of fact. And a caboose along its hind, bidden on land, beats its own engine back: that’s California! Base and dance, pirouette; impossible task.
 Someway though Fran, when leaves are abandoning, and ground sighs cold slate of winter, in that near impossible, from whack journey a Job, prodigal, advisedly to a crooked town comes; settles adversity, sharpens DEI; who, placed two steps behind by whom now deny, deserve their fairness deservable, for valour’s calibrate buy.
 At last, by grace of The Allmight, in this, as secretary of allusion; of sore mouth to plight of keeping shattered, chattering coward teeth tight in the maul having joined there, you might write.
 Copyright © 2023 (02/06, 12/27) - 2025 Joseph Duvernay. All rights. ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
SERVICE
When one day in my beloved eighth grade English classgoing the round, our teacher gets to your author, “And you Joe,what do you want to be when you grow up?” – Astronaut!She puffs in nearly uncontrolled laughter, and so the class,“That won’t happen. Be more practical” But out of those same fifties, sixties that saw all young menwanting to be the same ‘new man,’ and yet also countenancedthe impossibility of that for some – your author strove to keepthe inner guide of duty, to be of service to Earth.
Years later, I’m in the desert at Edwards finishing a site survey forin-plant enhancement contracted to us (Installers –what a set of stories there) by then GTEand I am told ‘the Colonel is in the tower and wants to see you!’ I tell you the man was translucent, kind, genuine,overwhelming - the sense of service glowing there.“Have a seat, relax. Let me get you something. Stay, the Shuttleis about 20 out!”Unbelievable! Just my luck. You’re too generous. But I have acommitment on the coast that if I don’t leave now, I fear I’ll miss.“I understand!” We bid farewells. He’ll take care of my listto secure space and security for crew, tools and equipment.And I’d have a crew in shortly. “Thank you at&t!” A NASA mugpressed into my hands – which at some point turning to the underside…Made in ____ gave me fits for several minutes. Marketing, I’d have questionsfor you. Confidence, trust are acquired in the details, in the seeminglyinnocuous; indeed in points made after the lights and camera. Honestyand its follow-throughs are easy when one means it!
NASA, Space Force and you other space agencies, please help the citizenriesYou stepped up to serve and find a way, with your already over-extended agendaAnd war-race responsibilities to develop tools that will blot out as soonas they are seen the too many fires that have for too long withoutintelligent fight from man, brought the fire now directly upon us.But don’t go easy routes – pulling the upper atmosphere’s ice or the loweratmosphere’s water vapor for the tasks. And recall what in an oldbook the Maker said of man’s free will, “This is the least of what they will do.”Meaning we are bad actors and must cleanse, but also that we are not doomedunless we fail here.
Ukraine, you have proven yourselves winners. Please stop siphoning off so manyResources from the rest of the world. Take what you have won and let the worldrest before/as the greatest tasks we might imagine await attention –clean air and water. And you and that entire nation that saved the world fromcoldest tyranny in WWII are Thanked here profusely.
I want to take a peak at the biggest offender of human rights in today’s world;and ask that they refrain, pull back, pull-off the monster they seem to lovecaring of never again and kill them all – please re-find your humanity.Many holocaust have been experienced by many, some answered like the little Motherat her battered son’s coffin with Great-Hearts. It can be done!
I have felt concerned to distraction by the brightly colored national clothingof many countries, but even more by the too high head dress/gear. Those wrapsdo not spread kindness when one has to sit behind them.Light, neutral colors suggest/offer ease, a sense of calm, a sense that we allrespecting one another widely may just have a chance beyond cultural shockand chest-outs for kind, constructiveoutcomes in our deliberations.
I bid you sense and Love.
 Copyright © 2024 Joseph Duvernay. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The Profane Marsh Rabbits

Lay the foxtails, dandelion, sky and close earth enclosure. Have, Don’t listen to them! the Why? of no good answer, Their feet are wet, we have no precedent! The with, They do not the dry lands inhabit! to group story to fall - no peace. Keeping restraint, some of us… Come on, they’re still much the same as we, let’s listen. Stunned, eye tides and seas of gnat and pollen soon to be fly and flower early the spring of a wet winter. Catch califluent rush of water rustle side of a road down which whole colony of bees went aiming swift as headturn and hearing; made belief of for-soul fearing before, off, summer flew.
 Sync with, “Man, that cullion! ‘shit and religion always stinking in concord,’ to quote one old arbiter, leaves him forever eating slice in a harrow, may deserve dreg employ.
 “Too-big or small for justice column bony undrape. Or like such Enochs, Elijah, another few; things a cloud or wind might – Possibility at ride – painting, forming, or panting forming? – under ‘Preexistent’ all things realize themselves – make joint with The Great I Am as is we’re told. And hearing assists each to each, the come together of rabbits and men, to debt guest respects, may yet for Cease sue – their current most worthy; with no more digs, no mining welcome!” A clap ! But grope ‘southward’ another ten desert rabbits, unseen, lardered fay now sway lemon grass, tossing diedains! There, a third right not left larger cleft, another against (why is this invisible), like (that’s similic) in others’ current precincts unveil curious trust-crime commit of part-analyze - with, ‘There are many views!’ And ‘both-sides’ shortcuts still; stopped: the-best-for-all to be wild, broken for own on and brought about.
 Foolish-slaughter, effective stealth, ptoliportho that breath-air stole en route was part the clean miss accrete of 120 times 3 in torus at axis; or 6, or 9? that has, yes 12! weep service-tears in the dejoint – Opposing hum ‘Ohs!’ We, ‘with opposite frequency ‘uncoup…’’; assenting good advice of one, and trust we sleuth study when we sees it. So, a tusk, a roar; a blast adore; cowed-yoke wouldnot to-life be broken, fored Reasons’ stops that gout. And quick brave trying un-yoke with utterly irresponsible Chance; good-of-whole at lookout charged, anew – they could not without doubt say what was affecting the marsh rabbits, wouldn’t do same to they themselves, you others, us. That in above of clear truths’ oathed, they could not say there was no fuller kernel; no wider birth; only opposites opposing along a chain of inseparables; and neither ‘No more grasses entire!’ as good queen Sense, in her trees would; nor grand incautious stir of black to white, white to black that circle in their circle as reason should, have restrained their bite! Instead of Dread! Sure’d in giant footfalls coming in the great teaching moment that, “Happiness retain! Join! And save your dumbasses!” was louding from somewhere distinctly they heard. Copyright © 2023 (06/02) – 2024 (03/03-17); (04/01—06/07) Joseph Duvernay.Notes: ‘shi# and religion…’; ‘southward’- Ezra Pound, Canto LVI. Ptoliportho -“city-destroyer/sacker”- Epithet used by Homer of Achilles and other Greeks in ‘his’ Iliad. Cf. Bk 24 - Zeus in his kind-going anger. ________________________________________________________________________________________________ ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ IMAGINARY HAVEN …Arrival! through margins finally stop, bump against this bumpy way, haul breath! Being near, the signboard there we read, detached… “|__“Songline”, Saluté! Complimenti Carnyx! A-horn! - Traveler, you have run the track and spare brigand. Enter this Brundisium, where when sun hide and sea, flat, lap dark, taking breaks behaving, war wheels rut no stone. Proud at the end of trails `sa ‘real raggamuffin’, a God-protect of the vault Will and not a one of phalanx and strict overwhelm raised tower, vied feat build. Admonition had no holiday! Still was work! Latitude measured Caesar, Goad-To-Good Pope, our chance! and scoundrel along these ways - Virgil, hale and shoulder strong, not lost to fever; Horace more than clocked ami & amie; questioned the better road, recount he, smart, clapped smile exchange of labor. And Milton, Pound, we found not unavailable; only saint surpliced these altar. Hail Father Hefler of the Hand!
Condor big’in passin’ overhead did sooth! We had an Eden then, more Heaven than that, and had it who heaved more than thought could, in notice, in place, averred & intact, for learnings approval apt! Wizardry, cuffed docket, had to tight as favorably ceded Intuition, that corker! dealt ‘seen’ the disarray, drunkard; end sightless dissipate cloying cozily, coping swamp Along refuse avenues with Unrest, if that! oh! the rent! tempt to quizzy treacheries to quit close of good on! “And poet, this is ‘your element!’ Learned in the histories, pried Philosophy and Literatures, never but to art subject, we said - forth! Dump profit, enter virtues’ bout, greased-palm lucre no more! But hold! One needs space to write however put in basket. Space is time and place there’re the taxes!
“Pentaur, Aesop, Homer and Hesiod having the gavel, kept it! Plato gearing to forms, told of his Africa (‘Egypt or Libya’), and again, again admitted union and with the poets and philos (natural or not) one after another, after another, in same pews sat. Sensei and Sadhu had Amos, Jesus, Socrates, Thespesion, Mencius, among more, kindly, trying for handle, scrutinize. Aristotle, spoke on all, but some, “ farther Sir!” And subject rabble’s vulgus dolt, cast he render high share for place common. Teaming, break-aparts gathered. Asunder, no disaster did court. Equality, and Fraternity, and You, Fine Justice, superior argument, prevailed. None were excused for crimes against the innocent! “Unsuspecting, overd’t no rail by coward cozen, None attacked a physical inferior to their extension and said victims assail did Life Lesson - threaten no life, food as proviso! And Flowers naming selves, congressed-new with ready pollinators and deep-sea boat attackers repairing man’s insanities well.
“Plastics, only of the George W. Carver plant kind, went, unclogged land and sea. Age-old combustion stopped, ‘seeing’ what had done, and sat no more skies; thoughtless hearths, stack, and ill-will’s car smoking awares’ haven! Gossip, crass continually, bit lip, refrained! Media had no more license the he-ha! tossing salads and lives. We loved that “Maecenism” was same as “stimulate the arts”, Aurea Mediocratas as G&R; and with All! the golden apple ply we shared, saying Fare it each as the fair and thankful way! Ordering here, fateful days in passing patient Heaven, and so be it?__|” Mouths awry after shake of dissonance above blink eyes; rattled Brain!… We sat in that novel silence, squint that sign, better part of a trying noon deciding that was why there was no one there, only webs patrol the region. Copyright © 2022(10/18-21)-2024(01/29) Joseph M. Duvernay. Maecen… E. Pound’s Letter(228) D.D. Paige. “Aurea”, Horace

To The End Of Estrangement

(Ezra Pound in London 1908-1920)
‘Magistri et ipsi ingenium nostrum fecerunt’ For love’s trials, tenzon, ‘citadel of worth,’ sinew ‘rather than surface’(mind the harp and drum!) Field ploughed; now care of the art; seedssown harvest-store applied start. “A report…;” pen bold, greenin success and fail recruiting head; mockery, curt means its traces here.‘Cum grano’ bulwark, some gallery dreams lent, word and phraseshield writ; “harder, saner,” following rule ancient, of two, para shootswant of service; marker of dreams, wand to minds, charges on and offcheap sheet, groaned over poor trash, tract and spore any short ofpurpose, being ‘something in it;’ by now Whistlers’ pard blear walls!
Sidelong scoon, men condense to small, crooked structures;pressure of ‘storms yet to come’ whip unknowing; your horsesrear foehns’ thrash of huff to top, ‘e platz mi!’ We sit with our sifts.By nod, now hubris, crack shell artist – known, sleight handof the taker, least part human, bad thought weatheringsinge Earth - ring matter stilty jewels `round! Give rubric.‘Oh, easy enough!’ Confidence mine; for tune, nourish cries.
Strap oldsong, height-of-discern, astonish, bienvenue andhow’d you do! and act against slouch till evening, settling whichtrue lies and belongs to whom, alumnus critic. For dearth tithesand usury shades in the cold of that tower, wooden or not;cup, and dare these eyes sight to glaze; ‘sed sum laetus!’ Liberator, image, swirl and that hole - authoritarian, at length,that breach, that tangle knot, cleanse with nearer wish and prayer;crime, never eloquent, sue; weighed-pardon calmed return fair,efficiency mowed. Bring action-the-shotcaller© ‘identity of structure’and love what you have done or hate it, slippery banister and crutchprone the mid ground. October sings of brotherly love, we page now!
To Pieria who chant, canzon. Where’s but careless aside a cartaride a lane, set to study arise in the angle of loves and philosophiccomposed. And was it, is it, all this time, art employing blame?Took he all his loves for damsels distressed ‘herb, flower and root’?Yes! ‘For God Is a good man, Madox, a kind man, good brother…and God Is our Father, and God Is our Mother.’
A ‘face like a blessing’, some receipt of that Saavedra,‘short sentences founded on long experience’ he.Ancestor cred crewed view culled different; andanother Aias throughs a stuffed middle, we pour out a round,mind the hyacinth, try to live strong; so that repress,left no sharp to rounden grinding down girding happiness,a-crush rescind of evil, rock for sky, all of a piece, is counseled –as proof to the hard problem of mercy alive in just forgiveness,your want then! – to the end of estrangement!
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(Isematics) The Mathematics of Abuse

4 x the window + 6 x the door = the imperfect scoreof prop and prime ÷ the jet fuel that held hostage,that polled high as disturbance. It was givenlife – time = death; life = time and time life,but they only knew the sprout as call to breathrallying in, out, away; there were turnarounds. Ends?Rarely did they know of those. But they agreedIs = AreBe²© + The overall anxietal-aspectof consciousness ~ ± ½ the relative reality©. One said, Like Pushkin, ‘she booked him a conquest,but he had some self-service there too, no doubt’!They asked = if most of learning ends cynical, of what use?Is there room in Poetry for the mishmash + new worlds +‘hamburger’s song’ + defending Democracy + the compact =the sacred, as She rests beside accomplishment never?
To be denied is the Ritz of good work; alone-capture has no equal +the qualification of means lies dormant as all eat from endangerment;and each creature itself creates with Maker + environment said.Ergo, enough rarely satisfies + all wanted = achievedwith fight with Without; where what-use-any-of-it +doom to all appears ≤ one’s own importance, wheresums do not sum, and more needs added, like water,that increase, considered in Its fullness.
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Heritage of Possibilities

When rampant silver cloud, risen rusty effluent fled,from a likened, distant hunger blindly fed,some twisted back to please. ΆΛΛᾈ ΣΎ but you pacing opposite,saddened soil trod to cog stance. To shadow move and blindby the great --- Center: white; First Edge: blue; Outer: yellow.- Looking away, improvised counterbalance, eyes leave openlonger ever those accident, thought, then closedon inner splot focus; to: open, read red dissipate,new in bare brook with; caused by squirrel overhead,unseeing in chew, dammin`, and about to dropwhat-the-shuck whatever, as rayeous sun taken in.
That ray’s physicality thoroughgoing, ‘moment of vision’#,a retired sept crewed into view at the zero point; and bought,with sojourn in inner chamber, remnant mightmeet lit, dark Neurons at fire, retract, unwire, weather as before;write nourish which the health flourish is.So, as long cultural drainage, and that bit of Hydrogen Parentthat made, and those hard – seeming no input save base –gather at the court of image, it may tow and bring homein ‘heritage of possibilities’*, with you, moisture, sibyllic atop –alive too is rock, here on marvelous Earth!Being command to imagination, handcuff to you pride!?
But some high healed, well’d in the welkin may go, Bolox! That’s artsy!and leave Aerth, in dross and droll, in flash easy company;chase-less identity of pride weal’d entity to co-trive to forward arch,musin’ squash, division choosing: to entertain, as some like… want!the detriment!Cause some say nothin` pleases Libs like a little suffering! Then forget Sun, Teraanga, Stone, enlightenment = Daring To Know,Creativity, Honesty, regional squabbles, tribal tripe, tree inhabits!It’s Critical Thinking fratbotherite!So, like when -- Maybeyoudon’tsaythe IndigenousWoman’snameUntil we find who, what is taking them and Ray Taken Alive, due award,Lakota Sioux, can any day bring Sioux Edge to Love of Worth,which Owns in these not Silent, not non-existent, not freefallingin filial forests inhab, you will again be akin in mind, gut, brain,and heart to all Her inhabitants, which is sign of Good Philosophy,of Fellowship, so – accomplishment, that is a poem!
Or, like two recent rustle out tree ---- Crow scared-cawing, Blue Jay a-hide its back, now off with crow’s big flap, then peck right back at! To check chuckle-bearing opportunist (like man) rat! Like that! ---- ‘We may both have to go for our turns,’ after Rorty! said the ify psychologist; for liberties vary in difficulties; and if you don’t crib a fit, neither do I!
Hands settle for calm, it being well past bedtime; only incel missiles, thus far, beak wore-eyes-on; campfire’s out; some learning outside irrational may yet plot, so we’ll finish! Aiming to pick in again’s ripe season.
Notes: cog- ‘cogitate’, cognition. (#): From (others) & M. Heidegger’s Sein Und Zeit by Macquarrie & Robinson: “…Augenblicks.” Part I: Div. II; IV, 79, passim. Augen – eye. Blicks – glances, (blinks). Or “Moment(s) of Vision” - our translators. (*): My here - Erbe der Moglichkeiten from: ‘des Erbes von Möglichkeiten’ – Div. II; V. 75., ibid. Teraanga – Wolof word - generosity, warmth, etc. Philosopher Richard Rorty.
- Notes are less about showing what one has read and more about giving credit! And readers have my apologies if something here or there reads like threat. There are none, only frank reaction often, I hope.
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