What is it when surreal and beauty meet?


I had this feeling.
Before a river some time ago.


we pulled the boat over the shallows,
and discover what I seriously thought was a heaven on earth.
An endless river of spring lilies in full boom,
my heart sunk for I could not fathom , and find it's end,
but I knew I would remember forever.


This actually happened in the in The North West Territories of Canada,
far, far away from mankind.






INSIGHT 

Lying back upon the grass,

looking up at the sky.

The light blue and meandering clouds,

not a care in the world.

Tranquil,

you sink ,

 breathing,

 absorbing the warm light.

Breathing in,

breathing out,

Breathing in,

breathing out,

rocking back and forth,

you relax further and further,

your eyes begin to close.

swirling above,

through the leaves,

calm spring breeze .

 birds singing

 drifting about

 melodies and charm,

 further,and further,

flouting down stream.

peacefully flowing 

Slowly , 

ever more deeply.

 a presence,

a glowing presence from the infinite deep,

so incredibly far,

yet so close.

on the ledge looking down, 

silky pageant,

stars  turning about.

Breath taking in,

magnificent forces turning about

resonating,

rhythm.

growing,

growing,

dissipating & separating,

 outward like a cloth ,

then back again.

welcoming  arms

warm, wonderful and wise.

 turning inward reaching

 presence with in,

 drawing then still ,

silence,

dark room

you  hear a single flute in the darkness.

It is pleasant and joyful.

it speaking to you,

heralding.

 It is wise and wonderful,

slowly from the dark,

you feel it enter ,

and it's you.

returning,

journey

 amazed to find,

it is some sort of a twin,

You have found him,

 sunlight,

you must go.

 footsteps to the stars.

 knowing warmth.

light in your eyes.

glowing.

1.28.11

6 AM

KKR

BEARS & BUCK SHOT

Behind the buck shot, 

two bluish barrels,

powder & 

charge .

hammers taught and straining like dogs on a leach.

looming monster everything other than a fox.

Two small soldiers feeling the cold steal of the trigers,

waiting for the sound of the charge,

two sleepy white eyes beguiling the monster rage and overwhelming power meet

 two ornery badger like eyes,

old mean and drunk.

Vision as bad as the bears,

yest a better brain and quicker on the trigger.

The blind fool stumbles near,

 coming in for the kill as they do;

like a furious a mob before the grapeshot,

the captain makes the call & there need not be much aim.

The two canons erupt,

a single thumb.

The very roar of the wild,

echoing through the trees and down the haller. 

I single bell told,

I wonder if he ducked two men down the line wit about?

No such thing with buckshot !

5pm

6.19.11

KINGS & ACES ~ • ~ ACES & KINGS

KINGS & ACES   ~ • ~  ACES & KINGS

Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died.

– Steven Wright

“Ace-king is a strong but tricky hand”

Discovering a claim is a dangerous and tricky thing, 

much like cheating on your wife,

 you get very stealth and imaginative.

Got to pay attention!

Discovering a claim is a process, 

little by little it becomes apparent what you got.

 You don’t find a giant golden nugget and hold it in the air and say Eureka!

You sit on it strategicly,

you’re like a pike that takes a mothers baby ducks on at a time, mysteriously.

For the most part,

most every thing had to go down with Whiskey, 

generally known as medicine.

The food just tasted dry and horrible.

Outside of whiskey,

coffee taste respectable and if you caught a fish, that was fantastic !

Fish for breakfast really made your day.

With a twine, hook, and Arctic mouse for bait,

it was pretty automatic that a northern pike would come around.

 The rivers were teaming with pike and they were hardy.

As Frank pulled the 10 pound northern close and lifted him to his face,

jokingly he said,

“good morning old timer,”

in such a way suggesting your may breakfast. 

Like the pike, 

the old timers were generally feisty and took just about everything as an insult. 

They had that grumpy, bitter look,

 alway seemed rooming the shallows like the pike. 

They weren’t fussy at all, 

they took what they could get, 

and that was fine.

They were survivors and truly admired to survive so long in the wild meant you were something.

IT wasn’t just piss and vinegar,

they always had if you will a claim the seeming hide,

and it was the youngster teasing them trying to coax it out like the golden wisdom they hid.

5:30am

6.19.11

WHISKEY , PISS & VINEGAR 

10am Monday morning at the saloon, on either side of the card table, two men had their gold out. Gold was their barter so were their tells. 

Where they got them and how? 

Don’t under estimate these tales, 

they are to these men what dogs backsides are to each other. 

Far before the cheating and bull shit started,

there were those short moment.

These weren’t just any men,

Who place cards 10am monday morning?

They set their own time and ways.

They might as well be wearing black. Black for what you think and for just what was in their souls. Empty vast space, even further than the wilderness that surrounds them.

6.18.11.5:30pm

Quite and deadly still,

but the mood was load,

rough and wild as any Friday or Saturday night it the saloon with fire blazing .

When the pot belly stove was red hot and so was the gals cheeks,

every thing seemed to glow!

You just maybe asking,

just what does he mean by Whiskey , piss and vinegar ?

It is what these men ran on, 

Whiskey for what you know ,

and piss and vinegar stood for fight and or gumption and this was in no short supply.

Anyways,

back to the table.

If you look at gold nuggets,

they come in all shapes and sizes.

Some times dust,

some time pieces the size of your fist ?

you know about gold fever and how it leaches out the monsters in manned kind?

well its true!

Rolling around this nuggets of gold in your fingers is not theta far off from spinning the cylinder  on a 45.

On either side of a table,

weighing the gold in their opponents eyes.

Posturing and maneuvering like French generals,

calculating their move,

each in the saloon silencing watching as if in their seats at a suspenseful movie.

Naturally,

enter stage left, all the world’s a fucking stage Lill enters.

Perfect timing to draw out and play with the suspense as poets hearts beat.

Cutting the tought rope suspense like a surgeons knife with a smile and  a witticism .

Women have that way of reminding men of God and that they were suppose to fear them!

Plus, 

When it all was said and done,

they posses what was more most rare and not what you think on the surface, mind you the wild is a rough lonesome place. 

There is no gambling here,

they new what was up stairs!

Naturally they sat around the table like they did long ago in church as little men with other ideas avoiding damnation and a good spanking .

No one was fooled,

it was policy ,

an act,

fun for them.

They all knew well Adam was banished into the wild and so would they without their true gold. That would truly get them wasteland .

In there dreams most vivid,

heaven was up stairs.

the soft elegant silks,

jewlery,

and what loomed.

How the lilac permeates  the deepest woods and so far,

it’s as if the stars above,

conspire and they do!

So, back at the table!

There always seemed to be a Swede ,

and as you can imagine ,

eccentric.

But in the wilderness,

they had a way of turing the table,

trough bad temper,

or just being native to such places.

Vikings very much in their vanes and they just had a way.

Across the table ,

just about any thing as gold goes.

Mind you,

these men were in their twenties during the indian wars.

Men get a little lost on the plans and time.

In addition,

you had the misfits, dreamer and poets. Criminals on the run,

all looking for a new way and dreams.

It’s what drew men across seas,

and fascinated those who held the holy grail in their hands.

Another round,

and back to the table,

we are in the spirt of this very place I hope !

So the Swede sat there and thought with those snow blue eyes.

The city man puzzled and contemplated,

they sorted their cards,

and shuffled their tells,

some how merging as streams do?

How gold is one,

no matter what form.

no matter what toil,

nor dispute,

we find ourselves here ,

facing each other,

slowly seeing those smile stretch,

that theater curtain slowly revealing,

they joy it conceals.

About this time when tension runs deep,

diamond  lil emerges from her dark,

cat like corner ( see picture )

Diamond Lil,,

there was an an other gold rush going on, more so an avalanche of diamonds,

every man in these parts wanted there diamond on her finger and every one remembered her lilac perfume .

If lils fan were a brush,

what flame it paint.

Like artist do,

approaching,

and backing away,

how she understands,

delights and torments at will.

The very hidden gravity of the situation,

how mood finds its midnight,

that flickering flame ,

when the night truly descends and dreams take over.

How hate,

and certainty never seems to enter.

How nightly stories remember,

seem so much more like fair tales,

the very crown of childhood,

surrounded by the very pearly gates which we so often miss as non dreamers.

How see seem to turn the situation into lead,

slithering like an egyptian cat,

who shall I pluck firsts?

There teeth seemed to grind.

Something just seemed to be fanned,

and god dam it Lil,

let us play play our had.

The very sun had them clearly illuminated and in her gravity.

Well,

the magician Lill just happened to be,

shuffled  the cards with another round,

and these drunken cowboys,

 just a wee bit of whiskey in between math and what not,

latched their way word ropes to what ever dock that happened to be convenient at the time.