Monday, August 26, 2013

Celebrating Women’s Equality Day



Ceres, mother of the Earth
Athena, of cerebral birth
Juno, queen of all the gods
Vesta, pure against all odds
Virgo woman, faith bequeaths you,
standing proud amongst your sheaths.
Cunning service, gifts of grace,
in all fields is your place.
Virtue’s reason, mind and soul,
You plant the seed. You help it grow.
You till the soil and prune and weed.
You are the soil. You are the seed.
A snow-white light on field’s relief
reflects upon divine belief.
The image of a wishful star:
A steady shine — but still so far.
The nights of hope; the days of pain.
And on and on, that old refrain.
We are the lung, the gut, the spleen.
We are all we’ve known, foretold and seen.
We are the truth that marches forth,

boldly speaks, rebukes false swords.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

patchwork narrative - Response

patchwork narrative - Response
AUG 25
Autumn awakes to alert consciousness not long before dusk.
Lowering Sun offers dimming of somnolent heat.
I tell her I can take her home or we can stay here to decide
what Kathy needs to know.  I tell her I am here for her.
Whatever she needs.  We can stay here, make this house
our home.  We can invite Kathy away from her demons.
We can be a family.  We can remake this place into our own.
She sees my excitement, my hopeful fantasy.  She is calm,
deliberate, solemn.  She moves slowly, cautious to speak.
I feel energy rising in me, response to falling night.
Autumn feels with me, sympathizes to charge of power.
She hugs me with sudden strength.  She takes my hands
in hers, my eyes in hers.  Watery blue absorb into deep,
fierce brown of earth.
“That Geoff, he told me you had a deal.  He said you had
promised to turn him undead when he was ready.  He
laughed that cold, deep knowing laugh and taunted that
he was your real partner for eternity, that I was only a
temporary playmate.  He bragged about how powerful he
was now, but that it was only a shadow of what he would
become as super powered immortal.”
“Yes, I made contract with him.  We were partners in crime
of mutual benefit.  I wanted to believe him my friend.
I let him convince me.  I let his plan take me in.  I understood
no reason to resist.  A good con takes advantage of
unspoken desire, pretends to answer as miraculous fit.
I desired an end to abandonment.  I desired to matter,
to be more than for myself.  I detested being me.  I
attracted a fitting savior.  Then he was gone.  The man who
returned broke my promise.  Betrayal is grounds for breaking
bonds of fealty.  My true bond is to my love for you.  I could
not let him hurt you further.  I removed his threat, for now
and forever.”
She continues to hold my hands, my eyes.
“I understand.  Of course I am glad, relieved, that he is gone.
I know you would have regretted his companionship, even
without me in the mix.  He wasn’t friend material.
I know you love me, protect me, are loyal to me.
You know I love you.  With me, you are not a monster.  You
are my beloved friend.  You have found your more than you
miracle.  I have found safe keeper of my trust, my fantasies,
my fear, my care, all of me.  We can be complete together.
We don’t need anybody else.  We don’t need to put up with
being harshly treated by their hateful judgments and executions,
spiteful sprite power.  We don’t have to live like them, to be
afraid of our own fear so we’ve always preemptively striking,
to always be messing up, creating ugliness as if that were our
greatest goal.  I hate them all; and I’m so sick of hating.
You want to help me be whole, to heal from this traumatic
incident.  You want to matter, to be useful in my resurrection.
Take me with you, into the night.  Turn me.
I’m not some arrogant sleaze.  I am Autumn, your true friend.
Give me the immortal power.  We could be a happy partnership
forever.  You won’t have to stay accustomed to lonely nights.
Neither of us has to suffer ever again.  Turn me, like you were
turned from a living death into becoming a powerful undead.
Neither of us will ever have to be abandoned.”
I turn from her.  My mind, my will break from her grasp.
A voice, Geoff/Peter’s cackle:
“We use you, vampire, not for any purpose you could condone;
otherwise, it wouldn’t be using but common cause.”
No, I understand.  She is scared, scarred, desperate to hide
in transformation.  She believes so deeply her need for power,
for defense.  She desires to be safe.  She desires constant
reassurance of adoration as blanket, as shield.
She demands permanent solution, immersion in darkness.
She does not understand or imagine unintended consequence,
the price of false salvation.  She does not possess the truth
of who I am.
I offer my opening piece in response.
“It was not that I lacked sustenance.  I had a home, a house
where I was allowed existence, expected.  I was fed, clothed,
given opportunity to be clean.  I had purpose.  My life was
service. No questions, ideation of resistance.  How can you
understand?  There was no possible ignition of self will.
When the vampire changed me, it was just one more
unquestioned acquiescence.  The horror came later.
When I was free to understand awareness of willful self.
My fate was never about free choice, power to effect.  By the
time I could cognate the concept of conscience, I was undead,
eternally cursed.”

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Penny Jive - Friday, August 16th and Sunday, August 18th at 8:00pm

The Penny Jive
Friday, August 16th and Sunday, August 18th at 8:00pm
"Clouded by glamour, glory and glitter is The Penny Jive, where the ElectroSwing plays on and on until you forget your days at the bottom of the barrel and the bottom of the bottle. Where lust, murder, marriage & betrayal are mere party favors of another droll evening strolling the jack-knifes edge of life.
Find yourself swept up into the world of Mac the Knife in an entirely new re-telling of a penny dreadful story older than bath-tub distilleries. Imagine Brecht/Weill's "Threepenny Opera," and John Gay's "The Beggar's Opera" had a kid with the adopted child of Django Reinhardt and Daft Punk, and that kid owned a night club that played EDM and Swing Music and buffered it all with cage dancers, burlesque & vaudeville... what you have is this rollicking immersive ElectroSwing clubnight theatrical!"
"The Penny Jive seeks to take the two intrinsic and opposing textures of ElectroSwing and the music of Kurt Weill to produce a show that melds the in-your-face fun of spinning DJ talents---curated by Jive, an ElectroSwing monthly every first Friday in Boston--- with an electro-noir nightclub immersive theatrical spectacular. Once passed through OBERON's front doors, the audience is transported to The Penny Jive nightclub, sipping poison with Jenny Diver and Polly Peachum, as well as being surrounded by a rotating cast of scintillating circus, vaudeville  variety and bodacious burlesque guest performers."

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

August 13, 2013

Veil Shift Reveal
stretch, open, release, proceed
feet spread forward, eyes seized flutter
temporal shift casts and drifts, torrents
take shape as awe
Lie awake to think beyond context,
inklings from pixie dust long infiltrate
formless, bright, twinkling like a
retinal code, like imprints of mystics’ art
Stories with twists to expose different paths
Songs that entwine backbrains, insist
we all dance one foot, one mind, one goal
or another
Face off, blinded, emit sonic rays as walls
so steep, so hard, so badly soiled
In quiet dark before twilight before time
vagrants paint with bloodied fingers, examine
interstice and flow
Slowly, as viscous waste, then quicker pick up
of pace, then light takes hold,  caresses gentle
as a kiss of friendly intent
Will you let it in?  Will you let your vision bend,
extend, begin?

August 13, 2013