Monday Poem

““The best evidence we have suggests that early Earth was completely covered by oceans…(but) if you link two amino acids together to make a protein, you have to remove water.” And that would have been impossible if the amino acids were immersed in an ocean. Life needed some land—literally a beachhead—to get started.” —Tim Folger…

Monday Poem

In the beginning was Ignorance, which, after seven days of metastization, took no rest, not even a nap, and saw that it was good —or, if not 'good', at least very effective.”……………………………………. —Fascist Bible 1:1 Yankee Disenlightenment it was once considered not good not to know to know nothing to be willfully stupid yet not…

Monday Poem

Any Street On a streetany streetpick oneodds area tastea scenta touchare enoughto make onepray.. On a streetany streetpick oneodds arean unknowngod’sabsent taste& scent& touchareenoughto killone. On a streetany streetpick oneodds arethe loveyou knowistouch-me-enoughto-make-me-pray. On a streetany streetpick oneodds arewhyswhatswhens&thereforesare pointlessin love. by Jim Culleny3/23/12

Monday Poem

I’m still dwelling on how ironic all the feverish proclamationsof capitalism are going to look someday.…………………… —Justin E.H. Smith Gabriel’s Mad Ave. Apocalyptic Horn I’m through with dumpster dinnersat the corner of Wall Street and New I’m so unsold by the Coke sign’s faded blushthat thrusts from desiccated dollar dunes—an embarrassment a crass embellishmentstuffed in…

Monday Poem

Dis Hate Taste Kiss Mind is what the brain does.…………………… —Marvin Minsky. ………. imagine this: this morning was so cold I thought, frostbiteand a vision (gloves) occurred if I hadn’t thought coldmy hands may just as well have feltthey were in Aruba, and gloves absurd ………. then the wind hissed..being mindful isthe best way to…

Monday Poem

Writing a New Leaf this new page is herejust as morning’s here without a mark upon it virgin territory pristine asPleistocene snow but the previous page belowis indecipherable through the new white sheetof this day’s blank uncertaintyit shows as lines of shadow the absolutenessof the leaf beforeis now unclear and as I look aheadand let…

Monday Poem

$hip of $tate I'm on a big boat(which the nautically savvy call ship)if this ship's a cocoon of light atmosphere its steel will float, but it will tipif its load’s unbalanced—if its equilibrium is offit will start to list,if not corrected it will end a sacrificial goatsucked to bottomas Neptune's universal lawswill have directed and…

Monday Poem

Fundamental Misunderstanding…. — thoughts on Charlie Hebdo, etc. everything ever written or saideverything drawn or played or sungevery headline that cried or bledevery fresco, every poemeverything wrung from our cranial spongeevery inky insult flungevery instrument ever madeevery expletive blasted from lungsevery face on a canvas hungevery righteous canto prayed…. that pounded the planks of heaven’s floorevery…

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.—from a TED Talk Idea what is the space of creativity? lightning flash …. stroke …….. epiphany ………… eureka! ……………..something new? ………………….no an idea's a networka liquid network a new configurationa slow hunchhatched from the minds of many thinkers gaining capacity which for decades flickers and finally surges into view. by Jim Culleny 12/18/14

Monday Poem

Poet Builds a House all that we are arises with our thoughts,the Dhammapada says,with our thoughts we make the world …….thing one: tour the foundation,…….scrape down its roughness…….with the edge of a hammer head,…….dis the mason who left behind a lumpy job,…….who forgot what a trowel is for,…….who was halfway home already when he bent…

Monday Poem

In the Middle of a Cycle.everything comes in waves— some of which break like 70 footers at Portugal’sNazaré .… “Invest in a good surfboard”she said as if she’d already readthe morning edition of tea leaves, coffee grounds,or whatever her most knowledgeable herb my father, late in life,during his period of popping nitros,having sludged his lungs…

Monday Poem

Elemental Earth Today I troll for a poem of humusdark and rich as the French Roastwhich always starts my dayand always is a gift In this four billion year terrapoemfungi, woodlouse and eelwormsspend millennia decomposingin concert with nematodesactinomycetes and protozoadoling water and, with bacteria,fix nitrogen in a schemeage old and symbiotic,while on it menwomen and…