Friday, 7 June 2013
The earliest poem in the Blonde Sand collection...wayback in 1968 when I was, well, kind of younger in some ways, but older in other ways
Until all the etceteras
you are living alone this year
years are different
you are no longer silent when alone
alone is different
the years show life
to be peculiar
in learning of
age
love
wisdom
fault
strength
danger
guilt
etc
until all the etceteras form a neat line
on your way out
having had a gutful
of etceteras
you may notice
the simple play
of light on water
the harbours of it
the accident of it
and hold it
in your memory
as for a time
it will hold you
within its personal reflection
when time is different
when faces have changed
when
memories are held in the white mind
like ships in sand
with their treasure
and their slick intact.
John Fitzpatrick. 15 years old.
you are living alone this year
years are different
you are no longer silent when alone
alone is different
the years show life
to be peculiar
in learning of
age
love
wisdom
fault
strength
danger
guilt
etc
until all the etceteras form a neat line
on your way out
having had a gutful
of etceteras
you may notice
the simple play
of light on water
the harbours of it
the accident of it
and hold it
in your memory
as for a time
it will hold you
within its personal reflection
when time is different
when faces have changed
when
memories are held in the white mind
like ships in sand
with their treasure
and their slick intact.
John Fitzpatrick. 15 years old.
A good big creative open-minded and curious John Fitzpatrick Day. Thankyou Krishna.... & Thankyou Bob. The Healing Game for PTSD does include the fine print that you do actually have to accept madness, even if to a lesser degree than many people we have loved and even elect as leaders. I'm still a stranger in this world, but, when I look at it, and looking around, I really don't mind that reality so much . It's all new to me.
Van Morrison - Astral Weeks (1968) Full Album/This'll Do
Richard Davis on bass. A total entrainment 'based' upon the bassist's skill. beautiful science
About My Love Poems
The amazing thing I find about my love poems, written quite awhile back,and dedicated to such deeply important young, sexy, brilliant womanly loving sensitive beings at the time, is that I can't now remember who they were, their names, or what they looked like at all.
But then, the function and purpose of memory isn't to recall anything in detail, the function of memory is to ensure the rememberer's survival.
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