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October 2020

Autumnal Triduum

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Autumnal Triduum

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Tomorrow is All Saints

The day after All Souls

One day celebrates

Those of us alive

The other celebrates

Those who have died

On the latter day,

There will be picnics

By bright gravesides

Special foods

Candies in the shapes of skulls

We’ll visit with our

Relatives gone on

Come back ironically

And joyfully

To check on mortals,

How we’re getting on

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Steamboat Springs, Colorado, Verenigde Staten

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Mischief Day

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Mischief Day

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So far, it’s been

A disorienting day

When I just miss the counter’s edge

Or don’t

When I spill something

Then spill it again

When I can’t keep a lock

Out of my eye

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I imagine I’ll be stubbing toes

Missing the finale

Locating many things

But what I need

Tomorrow will be Hallowe’en

Maybe the veils are thinning out already

And someone let

The imps through first

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When we grew up, there was Devil’s Night, the night before Hallowe’en.  I understand it’s Mischief Night as well.

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Photo by Dan Gold on Unsplash

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A Book of Second or Third Genesis

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A Book of Second or Third Genesis

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What if Adam had

Eaten first?

On the outside, maybe

Pretty much the same

And on the inside

A righteous change

To history

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Though, of course,

We wouldn’t know it

What we’d know

Is maybe men

Forfending, maybe

Or a readier

Different sort

Of heart from women

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Forgiveness all around

You see,

It’s possible

And it’s possible

Men would have understood

Something more

Of consequence

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Hmm, is it possible

The hurt of childbirth

Might have been

Visited the other way?

And to get us through

Each day,

Might men have learned

To ask direction from

The partner species?

Not because of childbirth

But because,

You know,

Each day

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A second book of Genesis

Isn’t around the

Corner up ahead

Unless there is

A fanciful commission

But a forthcoming way to think

That doesn’t hurt

Except in ego’s pocket

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Might help

A world

(a human world)

That is at present torn up

Over truth

A service, by the way,

Of creativity

To fill

A needful break in solid life

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Bird-Talk

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Bird-Talk

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It sounded like

The birds at first

The screeching of a

Saw outside

Maybe a leaf-blower

Blower, most likely

It being fall

But either way,

At first the narrow, high-pitched

Range bird-sounds might own

As if to say

Not only that I’m here

But also come here

Like the

First message on

The telephone

Watson, I want you

Or some such

Another day, another range

Of sounds to own:

These are mine

These are mine

(the utterances)

Where are you?

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One bird

Lonely bird

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Photo by Ynne on Unsplash

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Antiphon

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Antiphon

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I hope it’s

A good day

You might be at dawn or

Well into tomorrow,

However the sun

And moon

Are moving

One place or another

On the world

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Our count of day

Is relative,

While the actual

Ebb and flow

Of tides and

Of day and night

Move in

Real relationship

Without

Our measure—that’s

The way it is

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And it is good

As I’m hoping for

Your day

To be

Or, in the uncounting

Time of Genesis,

Become

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Groume – Le Cadran de Dalí, uploaded by Paris 17, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=23114485

Cadran solaire de Salvador Dalí sur la façade d’un immeuble de la rue Saint-Jacques, réalisé pour des amis qui y habitaient.

(sundial by Dali)

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In a Week or So

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In a Week or So

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They’re old and white

And waiting for

Each other to die

Republicans and Democrats

Meanwhile, they hold

Power as if they own it,

Forgetting that everything

Is lent,

Stewards of the vine

To whom accounting will be due

Once the owner returns

Maybe in the times

We did not know them

They did some good

Something inclusive

Something that

Cost them for a difference

Where are they now,

Where are their souls?

I do not know

Or have to know

Thank goodness, it’s not up to me

To judge them

Or to you

We have the privilege

To vote them in or out

They have the greater privilege

To serve beyond themselves

To represent our counting

The measure of our mood

And of our will

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Photo by Jana Shnipelson on Unsplash

Minsk, Беларусь

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Later

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Later

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I’m not sure what to say

It’s been a day

I slept in bouts and woke up

Very tired

I got some coffee for the

Caffeine and the ritual

I started writing, trying to find

A way through the events that matter

Seasons and ideas

What might move us

One by one and as a people

Of the planet, who for now have

Such a nascent idea of

Who of Earth we are

Thousands of years in groups,

The rise and fall

Sometimes extinction

Through disaster,

Sometimes disaster through conquest

Then the conquered fall

Harry Lime says

The Borgias had war

And sponsored the Renaissance

While the Swiss had peace

And only produced the cuckoo clock

Great striving

Requiring great tyranny

Do you believe that?

I don’t,

And Harry was taken in a sewer

Underneath Vienna, by the way

Peace is a practical

Possibility—of course, it is

Think how much does not

Have to be destroyed

Except for fear

In tyranny

In peace, there is plenty

There is art as well

I think Harry also forgot about how

Art is patronized and how

Patronage does not need

A dictator’s purse

Coffered by the people, anyway

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Can we imagine having

Everything we need?

Do we think it would be over,

The human drive?

I think we would explore

What is beyond crushing need

In a universe,

A universe,

With which we haven’t started

Beyond machines

Impartial theories

Take away the bullies

And concomitant destruction,

There is finally a chance

For everything

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The Third Man, a film directed by Carol Reed, written by Graham Greene

Greene wrote the novella of the same name as preparation for the screenplay. Anton Karas wrote and performed the score, which featured only the zither. The title music “The Third Man Theme” topped the international music charts in 1950, bringing the previously unknown performer international fame. The Third Man is considered one of the greatest films of all time, celebrated for its acting, musical score and atmospheric cinematography.

Halliwell, Leslie and John Walker, ed. (1994). Halliwell’s Film Guide. New York: Harper Perennial. ISBN 0-06-273241-2. p 1192 [cited at Wikipedia]

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By PunkToad from oakland, us – Cardinal Cuckoo ClockUploaded by clusternote, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=27515171

Cardinal Cuckoo Clock, 126 1st Ave. Minneapolis MN

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Bump

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Bump

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In a week is Hallowe’en

Let’s reach up

Take down the ghosts

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Dust the sheets

Sew a few stitches

Here and there

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This is the time

When ghosts of the past

Year-round

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We know the kind

Deserve some sublimation

For the humanly

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Storied things

Chased with chocolate

Chasers

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While fun

Is fright

All pathologies aside

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Mars is not invading

If you think so,

Happy Hallowe’en

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Photo by Patrick Perkins on Unsplash

San Francisco, CA, USA

San Francisco 2020, after the Labor Day fires.

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The Reveal

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The Reveal

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A device

All those suspected gathered

In one place

Where and when

The sleuth surprises us

With details

No one else could own

Much less articulate

Except perhaps the killer

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Take her away

Read him his rights

It’s always extra-dangerous

When there are no police

No plank of an inspector

Standing by

Revolver in a pocket

Odd assurance in a gun

Though he or she is trained

And it’s unlikely there

Will be a shot

For in this scene

The truth

Has enough weight

To push the world

A little more

Toward light

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Photo by Agence Olloweb on Unsplash

Il s’agit d’une photographie réalisée pour illustrer les offres de création de photographie d’entreprise.

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