Monday, September 24, 2012

Sun, Hero, Star, Final Version


Sun, Hero, and Star. 


And the leaves 
come green
And the outer blaringS of day!
Yes, the Sun’s ray, 
Multitudinous Diamonded reality

Harlequin Height-- 
Sun blood in the eye
          of Red reality
Tragic trajectory, coming 
Down, that famous sun.

Tic- toc time, remembering 
          something, the one eyed man said
“The slug horn blown”
Red sky, new sun 
He’d hung his life on, meaning

Some Thing or cycle of--
Thought--Not just Nuttin’--
No Being, or Ideal-- 
Then, Well, just the sun, again!
          terrible and gay

He held the flower up, 
Achilles, stood in black
SUN shield shimmer
          that was his dream
Going back into, 

He was off once more
Of Davy Crocket POEM
What was always nearly 
         at an end, 
Hero of DAY, of JANGLING

Crystalline-- BEAUTY!
There! He said it-- out loud! 
Others could hear--
OH HEAR!, it darts 
          and stings

What they called HERo
In his “as if--”  world
He made a Mark on the Wall,
Another, they added up
         to something

Hero Sun and suN smeared Villa 
The red walls,
          the bird flies across the floor
He saw a Silhouette, black.
In the distance

Stream, tumbling
GREY leaves, jimble
And jump, scatter, as before 
           the clouds, pass-- 
Pass, sliding over the top

All the poems 
Inner forms, repeated
Over and over 
          in HIS cartoon cardboard
Notebook Shapes somersaulted

It started with the SUN!
It identified the HERO!
Smoke, drift HerO of wasting day
Lowering globe
          scattering slate

          that weird invigorating tint of sky!
Always arriving,
Regalier in Racoon hat and pajamas 
"By the shores of gitchy goomy,
Flat footed HERO,

By the shining big sea water"
QuestinG! there, Her Majesty's Bounty!
Through the waves!, AHAB, Ha! 
          thrusting-- forth!
Orange SUN--yellowing, Reality falling 

           to Sprig of lilac, THE
Forever rocking
Incessant death, rocking
Sun, thou orb!
And death, whispering,

What he knew he couldn’t say
          it flew across the floor,
Falling back and around 
Shadow of, through, THE stars,
The STARS

Hurled to the ground.
The clouds puffing, to thunderhead
Eternal height tinged, and
Turning to evening, slate and yellowing stripe,
          purple and 

Black dome closing
The stars
All the parts
          like all the stars, the head
Of the Hero!

The chaos, those fictions of Leviathan, 
This out of order--
          the stars, revolving
THE STUDIO, it mirrored
Walls, he thought 

No home, with no flowered couch 
          but stars
No football game on Sundays  
Just shapes 
And a palette of color

THE DOG WAITING
          iN dark bright stars 
How to express this death 
He saw it in the landscape 
That distance

With paintings in his head
The LAST JUDGEMENT
          on the WALL, Stars,
Out in the Stars!
Leaves and fragments

Clouds and ocean wave
He was finishing the StudiO!
The garden-- he thought
           a last cycle, in the stars 
The moon coming up

“Create something 
          of that broken scene”, he said
Remaking--
The Sunflower Altar.
The minotaur carted it away,

Identity with the Sun
Shading into night-- sea drift 
THOU ORB ALOFT!
           sun smeared cycle, 
Turning to icy self

Between polarity
           opening on the new-- world
Dreamed in winter of city snow
The sun is setting
Color was ironic after all--

Fragmented circle, the images 
Clattering, Revolving, climb-- fall back, 
          into black, and shade
Comic sublime, some story.
Forever taking off

A flower in his teeth
Watching for cricket, underfoot!
We were all singing for freedom
          red and yellow--in mountain blue
Diamond spangled blanket

The mesa upended into this 
Elevated mass of 
Darkening shape
          there in the sunset
Purple swoosh

Junco twit
          constant, thit-- thit
Here I am, 
Here I am!
Jays, scrabble

Tic- tic- tic-
           that great hero taking leave
We go on about this Life,
Scrawl a tragedian testament
The sky is not moved-- 

           the story goes on 
Expanding beyond edge 
Simple Giotto like
Villa-- 
Wall and--

A World
          plaster cracking-- 
With arms outstretched
Greeting the birds
Falling, falling

Through repeated motif--
            the great disappointment
Torn to pieces
ONE DAY THE KNIGHT 
WILL AWAKEN

THAT MORNING
SLAYING DRAGONS
NO ONE TO BAR HIS WAY
HERO dismembered
           well, I’m making it all up.

Of those city walls-- 
Pulling me in
          they were unforgiving-- 
They could kill a man
Star SPANGLED dream

Tower, off in the distance
           chanting the things
Wandering afar
Wave breaking
The kitchen silence, the

Light streaming in
Trees all yellow along the river 
Winding through 
           some story worth telling
Hoo, Hoo!

Stars, dust, dirt
The abstraction to 
ONE, question
A big Orange square 
          not wanting to leave

This Wilder place
“And he’s following a star--”
Writing it down
Each day
          the bed beside the window

Stars turning
The sky grew light and 
He’d run to the other sidE 
Of the house to watch 
           the mountain lighten--

           waking up to see it all changed.
Reality receding
Dies-- changing
Bring back 
With black line

Lasso and tie it down
To edge
An animal outside 
was sniffing, around
          he woke to cold and wind.


October  23 2008 NYC

reedited Abiquiu 21 October 2010








Saturday, September 8, 2012

Amarillo, Tx passing through

this from 1995 Road Movie


the anvil like styrofoam cloud,
pinned to the flat lonely space,
Var--oom, the Greyhound
bus to Amarillo,
passed in a puff of black smoke


his spirit here
enlarged, there was nothing like it,
the Arkansas woods were interior
to this New Mexico-- crystal space
and lonely wind, following

the long march

of Katchina type power-poles,
a raven swooped



see: http://bottsdiurnum.blogspot.com/

Sun, Hero, Star

This is kind of complicated. I have to large poems each about one hundred and fifty pages.

Back 2 the StudiO, 2003, and All One, revolving, 2006.

I searched the words, Sun, Hero, Star, in each of them and came up with similar poems. I'm analyzing them now to reduce them even more to an essence that they share. Each step of the way has its meanings.






Sun, Hero, Star 





Sun


and the leaves come green
and the outer blaring of day!
Yes, the sun’s ray
diamonded reality

all turning--




and in making our reality, 
this figure in the sun

this man made of weather
creating, some machine
to send everything
through, this self,
ordering the clouds

of leaves, the sound of waves
the glimpses he’d had




his fiction, the as if—
the goings around with the sun
through the night

out there that bird
that tree
disappearing





sun comes up, sun

goes down, was his first thought
with star
spinning



remembered the process--
it's life!

of diamond harlequin 
height-- in the sun
the blood in the eyes
the red reality
the tragic comic trajectory

that famous sun
tic-toc—ing time
why he wanted to paint from, here

the slug horn blown
the red sky
the new sun rising
the arriving king 
Saint Crispin day




the sun going down
THE City
One HUNERT degrees now
just warming up
he wouldn’t mind leaving

he thought he wanted to draw a leaf
such a far fetched idea?
the beauty in that order-- though
urban crunch, Man, they are nuts,
“the pressure of reality,” he said 




THE comic tragic seriousness
staking one's life on, meaning
some, thing or cycle of being
or just the sun
terrible and gay




he held the flower, held it up to the sun 
as it set once again




Achilles, stood in black 
sun shield shimmer
that was his dream
going back into, the coming back 
what boon?
he was off once more
into the wood, in search 
of interior paramour
the realizing realities
informing the outer hugeness




of Davy Crocket POEM
of what never really was
what was always nearly at an end
this myth in the sun
the failing moments-- gone
he had been there








Hero


the hero of DAY, of JANGLING 
crystalline BEAUTY!
there! He said it-- out loud! 

others over heard--
OH HEAR!, it darts and stings




what they called HERo
in his “as if--”  world
he made a mark on the wall,
another, they added up
to something
there in the dark studio--
among the stars




hero sun and sun smeared villa 
the red walls,
the bird flies across the floor
then there hi up--
a Silhouette, black.
in the distance




the mountain 

stream tumbling
GREY leaves, jimble and jump
scatter, as before 
the clouds, pass, pass-- 
sliding over the top

all the poems 
inner forms, repeated
over and over in HIS notebook
cartoon shapes tumbling
It starts with the SUN!
identifies the HERO!




the light 
each day,  the light the 

hero from the east
sun comes up
the sun goes down 
this natural fact




in that indifferent sky,
that he loved!
All the aspen eyes
just stared, they had no disbelief
the smoking plume--

blown to blank--




thoughts--
smoke, drift hero of wasting day
the lowering globe
the scattering slate
the weird invigorating tint of sky




the oldest, best part
American Hero, he was

always arriving
that, regalier in racoon hat and pajamas 
"by the shores of gitchy goomy,
by the shining big sea water"

this land is your land

the flat footed hero,
QuestinG! Her Majesty's Bounty!

through the waves!, Ahab, Ha! 
thrusting-- forth!
Red is not just reD,
a heightening to RED, red  then for
loss another red  of
eternal damnation
AND hell fire, 
what an idea--

the fallen




Star


he fell into October
evening passed to dark

 interminable stars
out there
that depth, dreaming creation
the nothingness of
the everything, returning




black, black, black
color in the dark 
night of stars--
the mother of beauty




eyes half shut, he fell
back on his heels
trying to be there in the half light
hearing the frogs

on a wall, the black paint and
stars out there
talking to himself
looking out there, beyond  
everyday ideal, the moments
failure--




drawing the two together

the sea and mocking bird
stars
sprig of lilac
forever rocking
incessant death, rocking

death, and whispering
what he knew he couldn’t say
that gulping mystery seemed to 
swallow him up 




the third year of the new 
century was arriving-- 
the stars, ahead 

and in the background, 
the continuance
so, back to the studio,
he said flatly




the red villa walls, a dream in the stars
that bird flies across the floor




falling back and around 
through, THE stars,
the STARS




from sun-- the flower, blue

clouds puffing to thunderhead
in eternal height tinged,
turning to evening slate and yellowing stripe
purpling and the black dome closing
to stars

round dipper star
heaven lit 
star, part representing whole
that's it!
at that moment




all the parts
like all the stars in the head
of the Hero’s
chaos,those fictions of Leviathan, to 
over see, this out of order--




the stars, revolving
THE STUDIO, it mirrored
his mind
in space
"Arial was glad 

he had written his poems"
at night in winter
the night studio




stars for the walls, he thought 
no home, with no flowered couch 
but stars
no football game on Sundays  
just shapes 

and a palette of color
against or for the-- 
only comfort, in the stars!




the stars revolved round
behind the blinding blue
any movement, signaling change--
how can the earth be whizzing
‘round at this 23,000 miles an hour!




moon full 

cold and ice, THE DOG WAITING
IN dark bright stars 
how to express this death 

he saw it in the landscape 
that distance




with paintings in his head
the LAST JUDGEMENT
on the WALL, Stars,
Out in the Stars!
leaves and fragments

of sun, in autumn passing

he was finishing the StudiO!
the garden-- he said
a last cycle, in the stars 
the moon coming up
the snake across the path

he was home in so many ways
there wasn't a house in sight.