Deployment

If we or "they" no I
could say anything we wanted
no tried to or rather
rain drops through the gutter
keep time
our family said deployment
not "our" but maybe this
mind takes over every time
but it is not the same one
the sun comes up
it is summer now
to speak of seeds
without rules
those that are there
in the corner
the far corner
one by one
each in place
before they take off
tests put into the skin
by lifting
the bevel just right
light catches the tip
low dead space
eyes closed see
boxes for some reason
it is tuesday now
certainly it is tuesday
for some reason
we call it tuesday
these people say deploy
and flash flood warning
a bride walks by
the little drops move
down the hill toward
a lake somewhere
there are all these lakes
in this town
there are only birds
left behind
Hum-
mingbird
you
come
by
fast
and deploy
on monday
certainly monday
is for strangers
and hearts
kisses for Mary
so many kisses
her eyes are cornflower
do you know son
the color of cornflowers
the history of that
hummingbird and by friday
she will marry
but this is tuesday
certainly
we know summer
only lasts so long
happy hot he said
he said happy hot
he said mom it is happy hot
and he said except
and he kisses Mary
and he said to me once
I will buy you
a purple necklace
come back all the time
he will come back all the time
but the only things
I could ever keep safe were
that necklace
those seeds
and his old dimes.

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Deus ex machina


Flight

The exact moment
you disappeared
from the radar
a night sky stripped
from stars
when reflections stop
the banter between themselves.
I, just awake
one world still
open to the next.

Were you coming or going?



Chico. Such a great person and gentle soul. He was/is really like that and one of my fondest memories from the high school setting. It's all there and his promoter at that time was/is the father of my niece, Jasper Moon. He was a year ahead of me in High School and a mentor in Mr. Turner's art classes. I ran into him some time back at the Greyhound station in Tucson Arizona where my daughter also ran into her husband Lenzo, the father of my first grandchild Hassan. What really fascinates me about this artist is that he willed this for himself and he wills these things into action. It is almost as if he caused these things to happen but did he really? The mystery of these incidental amusements contains whole histories of the world. My favorites are the trees. What I would give to see one of Chico's trees and step in the pools that surround it.

An interview with the fantastic robotic performance artist:

http://www.researchchannel.org/prog/displayevent.aspx?fID=569&rID=2027



Sculpture, Sixteen Birds:



More great Chico lore:



Tumbling Man



Forest of Totem Poles, video

http://amorphicrobotworks.org/works/forest/video.mov

Totemobile

http://amorphicrobotworks.org/works/ttm/video.mov

Well if you can read an Arabic newspaper...yer lucky. Seems that the protests in Iran stopped on Saturday yet...the US media is showing the same footage over and over to convince people that there is a problem.

There isn't and there wasn't a problem until the US mounted another operation to destabilize Iran.

And once again, they've failed as they will always fail. It is written...this is the Age of Victory.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/cifamerica/2009/jun/15/iran-election-polling

And for what it is worth...Ahmadinijad won by about the same margin the last time he ran for president. Go figure. But now that the US/Israel have utterly failed to provoke a war and subsequent US led "invasion"....they are desperately trying to engage Iran against Iran. Literally putting it on the cover of TIME magazine this week as "Iran vs Iran"....how much more obvious can this be?

The Crime of Crimes

Five Monkeys Question Nine Eleven

Youths in Israel express their hatred for Obama






Meanwhile, Americans question 9/11 and go unheard even by Obama who tows the party line

Ode to the Lyric Amusement Company

Old man Diamos was sure
a cheapskate,
a movie man with his eye
on the Nickolodeon,
we don't know more
than this do we?
His death still
a perfect secret
no one knows for sure
if he went down
with the Fox or Grand,
the Apache or Geronimo
or if he died at all.
He started the place
with some kind of crank
wizards, all the same
short types of men.
The best job in town
wasn't nurse, teacher,
dentist, snake oil.
It was usher
because they got in for free
to shine a flashlight
down the aislebecause Nick Diamos
didn't like a mess
in his darling place,
didn't want love
or chaos in the last row.
The man knew
his business.
Reels, big brooms,
luxury lights,
buttery smells,
tickets, one cartoon
and those ushers.

Matinee.

Midnight, the Exorcist
a long walk home with my chum
and the devil.
The Red Sea parts
and Molly Brown floats in
past Lady Guenivere,
whispers something sweet
to Shirley McClaine
at four forty-five,
Jack just boarding
the five o'clock
to gone, as they call
out my name
come to the snack bar.

Intermission.

I stood in the yard that Jack left
for the last time
and took everything
with him -
the fires and dogs,
tire swings and alter boys.
The Greyhound bus appeared
through the mesquite
up on the mountain
for a few seconds
and I cried.
Not sure why
goodbyes are so important.
He'd send postcards
from all the wonderful places
like the St. Louis Arches.
I missed it all
for the show
because old man Diamos
lured us with his faux
red velvet clad ushers
that just don't let go.


The Deer Hunter,
the last picture show.

Manhattan, she was
just all Manhattan
and so pure
because we didn't
understand Manhattan.
Woody leaned into
her
leaned real hard
as the New York sky line
loomed over the bay,
yet the deer
just stood there,
de Niro, the gun
and MurielHemingway.
She was. She sure was.
Nick Diamos
parted the sea
and curtains
to let Meryl through
to channel the boiling
waters of hell
under the balcony,
into the lobby
and out the doors
where they flowed
back into the Lif.
It was raining that day,
I just didn't get it,
the last clip.
But it was raining
and there was still
a taxi in town
parked where it
always used to park.
It was either over
or just started,
I couldn't tell.

Dear Mr. Diamos,

I've been around the world now
there's been a thousand scenes,
yours were just too short.

Sincerely yours,

Margaret Ruth


The back story:

The Map of Cars, Mercury and Marquis
Jack and Fish

The Dove's Midrash

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124343493732958727.html

The year of the Bible on the table. Does this signal the end of Christianic thinking and desperation? Most certainly it does. Those that want to establish such a ridiculous thing...that think they can trump the Creator when the Creator states Islam will be established as the obvious thing..well.....be careful what you wish for.

The One

History is written in the heart
no punctuation right from the start
it has to compress and fold
the mind with limited space to hold
thousands of moments and heartbeats
heard, lights and mysteries the truth
is blurred and falsehood remains
only a moment until the fact complains.

It won't last and should not matter
the stars will collapse and shatter
before time itself writes the very
last book, no one will notice
his final look upon creation
as it powers down and turns out the light
that breathtaking empty darkened sight.

Memory shall fail as eternity expands
over the color coded unimportant lands
as death perplexes the poet
and his hands, his books open
and are compared to the commands.

Did you believe? It is yes or no
I am or I am not. Certainly
this simple question was asked

of you before by me.