Gained knowledge informs thewindow view, ordinarily pastoral. Experience sees,what a ‘mime-boundary’reveals,the transparency itself is glass,the shadowing, heavy clouds are vapour. Horizontal leavesare known to beafloat on fast moving gas. Comforts of a well-lit roomseparatefrom cascading lastleaves of the year. Thoseyellowed, browned, reddenedwitnessesend,are blown to their death,battered toward decay, by gusted howlingthatvacates thenorthad nauseum. This isContinue reading “A Lesson Of Autumn”
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Netflix and Squirrels
Reflections on a Netflix documentary about David Geffen Such brilliant sun as today’s casts a shadow of one telephone pole onto and across the rooftop next door. It is a cameo of telephone pole, street light and connecting wires projected on the roof. Where pole-shadow intersects the boundary created by roof-peak, I see a squirrel.Continue reading “Netflix and Squirrels”
The Invention of Plastic
I’ll betcave men caughtan extra forty winks,said, “Hell with it..”a time or two sincethe breakfast firewas a bitch tolightand there was no mortgage due,nothingof dire import more to dothan sleep until the sleepingwas through. Ours isartful actand very much ado,about the same old nothings;finding food and shelter,reproducing, too. Modern life’s accomplishedwith a, “Git ‘er done..”attitudeandContinue reading “The Invention of Plastic”
These are the Days
‘These are the days, my friends,these are the days.’ – Philip Glass This is the day, my friend,this is the only day,the solitary timefor you to readwhat I haveto say. This is the minute,it is youandI. You cannot hear much screaming.from the place whereI sit writing, so nothing proves thatsomewhere, sevenbillion otherscenesexist. In the placeContinue reading “These are the Days”
Residue
I don’t knowwhere a boyor girl might go at the end butall atoms remainof the gone.Then,do the gonereally go? Shapes and clusterschange, decompose,remain,ready to rearrangeor trade clothes. When a star(which I once was)collects a little ofleftover unattractivestuff and shines because,the less handsomebecomebeautiful. One lawin the booksays,“There is conservation of matter”. I am matter,you matter…the twoContinue reading “Residue”
Stars
Sometimes,when it’s still,I sing to hear the soundand wonder ifour dusty-brownbirds do this, too. Though worksong’s ofgreat import every day,there must be time and roomfor play. In this way,I dreamthe creatures call each othersilly names at times,sole to hearthem echoed backwhen humdrum’s sunclimbs. Further, yet, my theory is:life keeps an hourdivinefor each and all toContinue reading “Stars”
Life, For God’s Sake
I had the most amazing breakfast. It wasn’t much but it impressed me. I feel the need to discuss. That humankind should find any meal an interesting subject for discussion amuses me. I know why I am amused. I see the incongruity of bothering to discuss breakfast when we have God or art or politicalContinue reading “Life, For God’s Sake”
Sunflowers
Work and my season nowdone, I seek for the powerof deep wine with bread.A light touch of breeze andsun bless my head,hatless, this hourby the sunflowergarden. The tall plants are placed here as‘decor’ meant to lift spiritsbut I sense they are something more.Each one reminds ofan old woman bending,her faded hair of former yellow petal,droopingContinue reading “Sunflowers”
Conversations About God
I schemed thatbirds had conversationson a rooftop edge adjacentto the window casement.My eager heart imagined themset about a Sunday’s reflections,quiet amongst themselves. These beasts are nature’s genteel wings,feathered in the very bestgoin’-to-town-brown,and it seemed, for a moment,in private terms,they shared much more than sing-ingbefore one,then twoand three flew down,resumed attacking worms. What’s real congealsby consensus,Continue reading “Conversations About God”
The Outside Voice of God
I sat some momentsby the great lake, lazy,watching water-craftshrink to meet horizon’s final edge.Careless,I allowed imagination’sidle mind to witnessboats, birds, water, allpouring over some oft-discussedand never-discoveredflat earth fallthat, even when searched for,remains ever further. If I am correct,and Science tells it true,time’s a promontory ledge,beyond which nothing flashes,and from whichis no grand, sweeping view. ForContinue reading “The Outside Voice of God”
Robert On The Air 