"Little bird, I dream of you, little bird / Little bird, I dream of you, little bird"
- from "Malaika" favorite song of Miriam Makeba, also known as Mama Africa
“It all started when we began busking” she eyed me cruelly, feeling distant as ever while my scanning eyes pierce through the dizzying array of salacious bodies. The cutting immensity of decadence harbored on this night pours into our uniquely sized and filled glasses with an escalating temperament, roiling above our heads as a foreboding torrent.
I call into my childhood school from
Alberta. Anxious as ever, I need to cover a
deadline, before the end of spring. “I will not be present! Count me out!” as
my letters turn to poetic dissertations on the finality of my language
experiments, careening over a maelstrom of an ill-conceived message.
Back at the opulent restaurant table in
Calgary, different sized glasses and their
respective bottles and pints adorn our dining area. High end whiskeys, beers
and wines flow into the embittered majestic glares at the end of a Canadian
winter, survived now in the meager worries of our sex-pampered minds. My wife
beside, is marked by an intense anxiety.
Exiting the table, I endeavor through night-fallen passes in these drought-severed western plains. Magically, the air breathes with otherworldly hosts. A threesome of burka-clad young girls strides deliberately from an outstretched grove, slowly needing life to burst through its seams of wintry bark. They disappear at the edge of a mysteriously placed river. The night is confident upon its paramount hour on which it enshrouds the hidden world in a veil of the spectacular above. I find a clearing. The new moon tears into the sky with quiet appeal, yet the starlight and planet’s reflections intermingle upon the wooly grass. The aura of Venus, Source of Love, kisses Jupiter, God of Power.
"Dreaming about planets could represent desire to explore either our internal world or the world of our egos (the external or physical world). Planets could also represent deeper things such as the way that we relate to ourselves. They can say something about the relationship that exists between our soul and ego...if what Carl Jung said is true, all dream images bring us back to issues of self-identity and profound understanding of self." (iDream)
“majestic beauty of rushed earth”
the Arab quest
rinsed of ritual hatred
ancient as the dust
into the flux of a speedy end
“arisen to stone but failed
shrank to mist and sold mazes for tears”
- excerpt from "Rushed Earth"