Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Poems For Today - April 30

BUS TO ANYWHERE

 

And when there's no real need to go

Anywhere, just the will to be,

Drive to the coast

Somewhere between Santa Cruz

And San Luis Obispo

In a bus that reads The Inner Journey

On its brow, in unassuming print,

Painted with sunflowers, lotus, grape vines,

The night sky, a green man.

Do it on a day when the sunlight

And the breezes are in a dervish,

So that the surf is a wild gallop

Of sparkle and foam.

At your other flank, the vultures

Tease their fluttering capes over

Hills drunk with green.

Stop only if you spot pelicans fishing.

Watch their rowdy plunges,

Wings folded as if in a last desperate

Prayer. Listen through the roar

For the wet slap of their bodies

Meeting the ocean.

You might be hearing the distant thwack

Of a poem, like wet jeans on asphalt.

Write the words on the thigh of the bus,

Or on its snout, or its broad butt..

Recite them to the wind at the next

Stop. Let the sounds trip

Off your tongue like seeds,

Or gadflies for the comfortable towns.

Release them, wild breakers,

To pound the sleeping sand.

 

‑‑K. Lauren de Boer

April, 2008

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Poems For Yesterday - April 28

Dear Friends,
 
Yesterday we celebrated the end of the Poetic Opening Tour with a victory loop from Red Bluff Park up to the Univeristy of California Hat Creek Radio Observatory and SETI site (search for extra-terrestrial intelligence) near Mount Lassen and then on to Burney Falls and back to Red Bluff.  Here are some poems and impressions from a wonderful day out that no one should miss the next time they visit Red Bluff Park.
 
Cartographers Of The Sky
 
From the depths of space
A blue, wet and cloud streaked planet
floats serenely in blackness
The surface appears
To be three quarters water
Marked by irregular landmasses
And capped with polar ice
 
Gazing from afar
One would see no evidence
Of the human activity
Teeming on earth's suface.
Our homes
Our soaring spires
Our vibrant cities
Our fields of green and amber
Our acts of kindness
And flights of passion
Triumphs of intellect
And heroic endevours
 
All are quite invisible
To our unaided vision
Scanning our world
Across the vastness of space.
 
(From the SETI site, Hat Creek Radio Observatory)
 
 
Wobbling Up Highway 5
 
Wobbling up Highway 5
Past Jelly's Ferry Road
In search of Extra-Terrestrials
At the Hat Creek SETI site
"Report drunken drivers by dailling 911"
We're at Hooker Creek and
The Mily Way just passed on 18 wheels
Golden poppies line the median
Like sun shining on the Verison
Sunset Hills reminds us of
"The Sage Of The Andes" - Silo
And how a sunset can change the meaning of your life
Three snow capped mountain ranges converge here
Not unlike Punta de Vacas
The Sierras, The Cascades and The Coastal Range
We've taken on a new band of troubadors
For this victory lap tour
Patricia and Mark from New York
Janet and The Usual Suspects
We pass Gas Point Road
And feel the pain of rising prices
But angels seem to appear
When the fuel tank is low
From some wonderful Californian Welcome Center
You know who you are
 
Ken and MaryJo (Mobile Poem)
 
Balls Ferry Road
 
In search of Extra-Terrestrials
Breakfast with Dick at the Fly Palace restaurant
Full of good old boys
The walls and halls full of
Local branding iron symbols
Frontier Feed and Saddelry
Pushing the limits of the known universe
What will happen when we find out
We are not alone
What if they come expecting to find Mr. Ed
Informed by re-runs
Birds of Prey
Preyed on by accompanying sparrows
It's a dog eat dog world
And MaryJo riding co-pilot
While Kurt ate fresh green beans and pork for breakfast
Dream Catcher Road
A land of fertile soil and big trees
East 44 to Mount Lassen
We're all looking forward to
The coolness of mountain breezes
After cooking in valley heat
An exhausting heat that demands a summer siesta
Shingeltown land covered by boulders
The sign of a big bang
Sent 20 miles in every direction
When Mount Lassen blew its top.
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobiel Poem)
 
Model Log Homes
 
Model Log Homes from a kit
Put together like a jig saw puzzle
The pine trees on either side of us
Are perfectly vertical
And straight as telephone poles
Perhaps their future calling
Walt's temperature rises
As we climb abover 3,000 feet
More work for a bus full of people
Made lighter by the constant laughter
That rolls and soars to giggles
as we celebrate our victory lap
A tour of historical proportions
Converting into a modern myth
Up and down California's coast
No longer the twisting cliffs of Highway One
We're winding our way up Mount Lassen
Arriving just now to snow
Snow at 5,000 feet, Volcanic Park
Eskimo Hill Summit
5993 feet above sea level
A mile high is 5,280 feet
A few trees left along the highway
In front of the clear cut devastation
Of our professionally managed forests
SETI s a mountain valley
Still 20 minutes away
We're turning on Doty Road loop
It's like Paradise here.
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
 
Inside A Radio Telescope
 
100 Miles North East of Red Bluff Park
We toured the UC Berkeley SETI facility
With Gary who told us about Spin-Flip Transitions
Where photons are released by this reaction
Allowing us to see the flipped object
And figure out what it is made of
Hat Creek,
Hold on to your Hat Creek, it's windy here
The bus people demanded the Doors
And then began clapping, shouting and screaming
LA Woman in the afternoon
The trees are swaying in the wind
We're going to Burney Falls
By mutual consent
And Dick's arm twisting of stubborn Ken
They yell City of Light repeatedly
The out of tune energetic force of our occupants
Blasts us into the windshield
Where we remain pinned by the sheer volume
We stop so Ken can pay the keepers
Of the entrance gate to the falls
And Irina bought marshmellows
But couldn't roast them
Over Patricia's cigarette lighter
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobiel Poem)
 
Ode To Susan Wooldridge
 
We'll begin with the confustion of noun verbs
That are homonyms
The plane and simple plain, planes
The flat plane as a way of preparing
The whey for the cheese
Kurt closed my rest area
And forced me to homonym with him
In honor of the poemcrazy goddess
We've finished a long poetic bus tour
That ended up searching for Extra-Terrestrials
In the mountains
The runaway truck lane never went uphill
So Ken lost interest in interesting others
In the fate of those runaway truckers
There you go! 
What does goes up?
And when your gone, what goes on?
An uneasy spirit is not easily satisfied
With partial answers or stone hard truths
But instead demands
The opening of bottomless being.
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
 
Humanity is a seed in the Garden of Life.
Heavenly bodies orbit the Sun.
The seed  grows and matures, while the Univese expands and evolves.
 
Haiku verses
 
Some occurences
  are gifts bequeathed by the mind
to nourish the soul.
 
         ***       
 
Reveries like dreams
  take place while one is Asleep;
Intent, when one is Awake.
 
           ***
 
One fervently hopes
   repetitions ad nauseam
 could summon a change.
 
           ***
 
Silence swept away
  emptiness full of debris
unblocking life's flow.
 
          ***
 
 I am a New Moon
  that reveals a face of the earth...
 
I am a Graden
  home to bonzai of flowering plants and fruit bearing trees..
 
I am Butterfly
  cuddled in a frail cocoon..
 
I am Dawn
   knocking at heaven's door..
 
I am a Breath of Life
  struggling as Human.
 
Thelma

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Poems For Today - April 27

Dear Friends
 
Today we held the final celebraton of the Poetic Opening Tour which was held at Red Bluff Park. It was a wonderful day and gathering of poets from all parts of California and other regions of the USA. We will post the poems read as they arrive to us.  Stay tuned for the Third Poetic Opening Tour, coming to a location near you - soon.
 
With warm love and affection
 
Walt VanGo and the Poetic Opening Goliardos and Troubadors
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

Poems for Yesterday - April 26

Dear Friends
 
Yesterday was one big poem spent at Red Bluff Park with friends from many different parts of North America.  We were there to hear a special message from its founder Silo - "The Sage Of The Andes" - transmitted to the park from Punta de Vacas Park located in the heart of the Andes Mountains.   You can take a peek at this transmission by clicking on the following link.  [Silo - Transmisison From Punta de Vacas]
 
In the evening International filmmakers Daniel & Donna Zuckerbrot, debued their new documentary on the life and times of this contemporary Andean sage and social thinker.  Click here http://www.greghopen.com/editor.html for more information on the documentaries of Daniel & Donna Zuckerbrot.
 
Best
Ken
 

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Poems For Today - April 26

Day Of The Winged Lion
 
Early this morning while boarding the bus
One of June's neighbors came by with her son
She was asking MaryJo and Ken about our bus
And took her five year old son Alex
To read the poems on each side
After they left, Alex returned with a gift for us
A small, purple, winged lion that we placed
In the middle of MaryJo's dream catcher
A gift she gave the bus when we left San Rafael
A lifetime ago.
This tour has changed us and everyone's faces are more relaxed
The poems keep finding us and wherever we go
We often pass out at the dinner table
But we always have a floor to sleep on
Kurt is 66, Ken is 59, Isa is 65
June is 65, Erika is 59, MaryJo is 55
And Irina is 23
What's up with that?
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
 
Woodland
 
Kurt caught his finger in the door and screamed F**K
at the top of his lungs. Obviously not an enlightened being
We just left a memorial interchange dedicated to someone
we've already forgotten and now its I-5 north to Red Bluff
Our final destination although we will do a victory lap
to the SETI site on Monday.  June is on the bus,
but Dick's gone up ahead to put his house in order.
After fixing and repairing all of June and Nina's
carpentry and plumbing.  Walmart is such a presence
on this highway, we are obliged to include them
Always low prices, but somebody's paying for it somewhere
We suspect they are in China.
The pets of America everywhere are better fed
and better nourished than several billion children.
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
 
Silent Spring For Rachel
 
It's so nice when June is with us because she laughs at my jokes
Off to our right is the smallest complete mountain range in the United States
Sacred to the Colusa Indians. Over the snow capped mountains to our left
is Clear Lake, home to DDT and was the inspiration for Rachel Carson's outcry
Now she'd be dismayed by the reckless treatment of mother earth
and wouldn't stop weeping for us. I know we can't go back,
how could we live without High Definition Television
Smoke fills the sky from rice fields being burned
Here's Ken's favortie coffee stop, Java City so we get gas where there used
to be Granzella's Deli, full of animal trophy heads and a glass caged polar bear
until it burned down last year. Mary said the press is coming today because
of the vandalism at the park and Ken said it has turned out to be a gift.
Whatever makes the puppy jump!
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

Friday, April 25, 2008

Poems For Today - April 25

















YARD SALE - 3737 Orange Avenue
First stop Big Lots for water, batteries and chocolate
Then Sacramento Airport for Dick to rent a car
It's a beautiful day today, even the motorcycle cop
that just passed us didn't have his jacket on
We were treated to a brunch that Rolo made
Of onions, sausage, scrambled eggs, toast and jam
So much food we couldn't finish it
So Thelma packed the leftovers for us
And read from the Inner Look during brunch
This is walnut country and we just heard that
The monolith was defaced with red crosses
Dick's still singing from last night's festival of song
Two women sang acapella close part harmony
"As I went down to the river to pray"
We are astounded by the extremeties of the time

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

ELK GROVE
A sub prime mortgage community is on our right
Along with the Slakey Brothers factory and an aquaduct
Ken couldn't be heard over the noise of a passing Coca Cola truck
heading home to Sacramento, the City of Trees.
The air is full of Harley's splattering noise as their pledge of honor
The louder the better, we're coming up to the Capitol Freeway
But veer off to North 5 to the airport.
This is California's center of power with its golden bridge crossing the river
The ghost of Ronald Reagan haunts Arnold and haunts me
Like a shame that's hard to accept.
California keeps electing stars to run their state.
This is a game the republicans have mastered
Putting puppets out front
The radar is enforcing everything out here
Let's take the Garden Highway, the next right.
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)


FROM 5 TO 80
In the new suburbs where
3,000 square foot homes are built on top of one another
With just enough room for a tree
There are plenty for sale here
As the California housing market continues to melt down
Like a shrinking polar ice cap
We are over the Sacramento river again
The same one that passes a block from Rolo and Thelma's
A billboard asks "where does the lotto money really go"?
The schools no longer have music and art programs
It's a big issue here, while more soldiers are killed every day.
It's OK to have a war, as long as you ignore it.
The new wild life sanctuary is dotted by McDonalds billboards
"It's iced to meet you"
I wonder how much money it takes to turn this farmland
Into several thousand homes that look exactly alike.

Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)

MORRO BAY - DAN ROSE
Grizzled and ancient, bowlegged and wobbling
He spouts bits of bemusing nonsense
Back at the van, time stops momentarily,
As everyone forms an amazed circle around him,
Enjoying the unexpectedness of his odd colorful humor
"Come back for a poetry reading in October,
To my soon to open fireman's diner,
Five dollars a meal. We will welcome you to baked potatoes
A hundred toppings, Ninety nine of which will not be available!"
Erika Teahan
4/17/08

GOING HOME
Sailing along Highway One
Yellow green hills rolling alongside us
Herds of galloping Oak trees
Like so many still life buffalo
Simultaneously lean into an absent wind.
Erika Teahan
4/17/08


ON THE ROAD TO STOCKTON
Flat verdant vistas
Brown and white bovine shapes
Dot the landscape
On the hills, the horizon silhouettes
A bevy of sleek three armed structures
Whirring on and off
In mechanical other, worldly cadence
Odd juxtapostion of the pastoral and space age
What puzzlement they would have cause
Don Quixote on his crusading quest
And for myself in startled bemusement
As I view their absurd towering robodity
Yet another time.

Erika Teahan
4/23/08



Thursday, April 24, 2008

Poems For Today - April 24

Off To Stockton
 
Irritating with reclaimed water
We're in a gusty wind area for the next few miles
Behind an oversized load again
Past by a sunburst cadillac
The gift of the sun is with us
After yesterday's clouds and rain.
 
We're all still a little spacy
From Isa's workshop
Still stoned on life
Not dope for those who need to know
 
Riding on a long causeway
Across the salt flats of Mare Island
Reminding Dick of his beloved horses
Circling turkey vultures overhead
It feels good to be on the road again
We both think it was the openeness of the salt flats
Their expansiveness
That gave us each this feeling simultaneously
Ahhhhhhhhhhh, law of concomitance
 
Ken & Kurt (Mobile Poem)
 
Not Fairfax But Fairfield
 
Flatness with a few ten story trees
Factory lined roadside with Jelly Bean, Budweiser and Faberware
Passing Pennsylvania Avenue but their's no White House on this one
Only Mount Diablo in the distance.
 
Yesterday belonged to Hilary and Miguel
Who ran screaming and jumping in celebration of her victory
We stopped to watch Windmills, I mean wind generators
Among herds of cattle when we found hundreds of swallow nests
Under the viaduct, birds everywhere, clouds of swallows.
 
Downtown Rio Vista and the Doors dominate our soundspace
We approach Lodi, the land of CCR
Our ears are given the organ solo from "Light My Fire"
We decided to not hesitate any longer
Whatever this tour is, we're going to put it all out there
And light a fire everywhere.
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
 
Interstate Five
 
Our whole landscape has turned into a super highway
At 60 miles per hour, we're the slowest thing out here
The terrible smell of sewage hits us
A couple miles after we pass the plant
Passing the Eight Mile Road, Ken has the retreat feeling
Which is all about living in a different world
Where all the difficulties disappear
And we are left with this big sky
That stretches before us like a welcoming song
Or like an image from the middle ages
The sky is an inverted bowl
Full of Joy.
 
Kurt & Ken (Mobile Poem)
 
April 23, 2008
 
For now words don't allow access to my internal world
And it is only through ceremonies that I am deeply touched
The rest is only the superficiality of the "I"
Dreaming about it's own glory.
 
Kurt Heyl
 
Now I See
 
Now I See
The undeniable usefuleness
Of the "I"
In its world
To open the door
Of solidarity
And to facilitate
Entrance into the ceremonies
For others who are searching
For meaning in the nonsense
So for me
It's my criticism of my "I"I
Which until now
I have seen as an obstacle
Rather than a vehicle
That can function
Through my body
As a conduit for others
Without my opinoions
Blocking the way.
I need to figure out
How to move in the world
Without getting in my own way
And keeping my opinions to myself
Is an important step.
Learning how to stand
Outside my predjudices
To see myself as a whole being
And how that being expresses itself
In the world as someone searching
For a way to be useful
Complimentary rather than the individualization
That is propagated by our culture
Individulazation in order for people
To remain isolated from one another
And for the power to continue to be centralized
By the super wealthy in their offshore corporate centers
Controlling mass media and all higher education.
 
Kurt Heyl
April 23, 2008