Simplistic Sunsets, Unmixed Nights (tentative title. very)
Diana
legs stretched out on wicker, perhaps catching a whisper
of lilac, or taking in the cardinal's last flight
from feeder to tree.
We'd watch the day's sun drown slow and red,
to merge, we thought, with other sunsets
we had shared. You'd smoke your cigar, pour a glass
of Henessy,
and we'd wait. You liked to tell me night only began
When every trace of light was wiped from the sky.
It was that simple. I always preferred a more unsettled
shade of twilight.
And now, after a year without your simplistic sunsets
and unmixed nights--mine still blurred and muddy--
I want them back.
Non-humorous Jinn
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Dennis M. Hammes
> Most evenings that spring were spent on our porch,
> legs stretched out on wicker, perhaps catching a whisper
> of lilac, or taking in the cardinal's last flight
> from feeder to tree.
>
> We'd watch the day's sun drown slow and red,
> to merge, we thought, with other sunsets
> we had shared. You'd smoke your cigar, pour a glass
> of Henessy,
Hennessey. When details carry so much, they matter.
>
> and we'd wait. You liked to tell me night only began
> When every trace of light was wiped from the sky.
> It was that simple. I always preferred a more unsettled
> shade of twilight.
>
> And now, after a year without your simplistic sunsets
> and unmixed nights--mine still blurred and muddy--
> I want them back.
>
I dunno. Tighten it up, you could lose the rambling voice.
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Sherrie Lee
I feel the poem's of somebody who's died. That's why l10 can't be
changed as much as I want to change it (due to the stars and the
moon and even city lights). I still want to change l14 "mine still
blurred and muddy". L11 might could do w/o "It was that simple".
But why do I want to read it that way? And what does Hennessy
look like? Is it clear and simple? Who's drinking it? I see who's
pouring it. If this is wanting a dead person back then the word
"them", being simplistic sunsets, is powerful b/c it is the
uncomplicated perception of this person that is experienced
and wanting to be less/more than memory.
Diana
Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
> Diana wrote:
>
> > Most evenings that spring were spent on our porch,
> > legs stretched out on wicker, perhaps catching a whisper
> > of lilac, or taking in the cardinal's last flight
> > from feeder to tree.
> >
> > We'd watch the day's sun drown slow and red,
> > to merge, we thought, with other sunsets
> > we had shared. You'd smoke your cigar, pour a glass
> > of Henessy,
>
>
> Hennessey. When details carry so much, they matter.
Darn. I knew it was spelled that way. Must a dropped an e somewhere
outside the post. Thanks for the correction, Dennis.
Question. When you say "details carry so much", do you mean the
spelling error, or the fact that Henessey is specific, and cigar is
general?
>
> >
> > and we'd wait. You liked to tell me night only began
> > When every trace of light was wiped from the sky.
> > It was that simple. I always preferred a more unsettled
> > shade of twilight.
> >
> > And now, after a year without your simplistic sunsets
> > and unmixed nights--mine still blurred and muddy--
> > I want them back.
> >
>
> I dunno. Tighten it up, you could lose the rambling voice.
Thanks for your helpful comments.
Diana
Heya Sherrie.
Good eye, and yes, "them" = "simplistic sunsets".
Thankya for your feedback.
See ya!
Diana
>outside the post. Thanks for the correction, Dennis.
And that n too. It's stuck to that e. I know it.
Diana
You already had equated "them" with "simplistic sunsets". Sorry 'bout
that.
Yes. It is about grieving and death and wanting what is gone.
Sherrie Lee
Julian and I walked away from a cookout at a beach campground because
we'd already eaten and didn't want to impose and we found our walk
along the sea wall led to an open area where the sky was a simplistic
sunset. the sun had already sunk, but the sky was all the pink, orange,
and swirling reds and blues. it's that dusk time that's quiet. it's one
of the rare times that I understand the sound of color without
resorting to the idea of mind altering chemicals, but it would seem
being an animal, that it, the color, the time, does alter the "feeling"
of experience, doesn't it? anyway, it's a goofy time to kiss, but mmm,
mmm, mmm! I miss you! (that's weird timing to say that. oh well, that's
me.)
Dennis M. Hammes
For an animal, the clouds of sunset are just gray.
(You see a lot of that when they try to write poultry, too.)
Sherrie Lee
Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
> > Diana wrote:
> >
> >>I misread your statement "if this is wanting a dead person back...".
> >>You already had equated "them" with "simplistic sunsets". Sorry 'bout
> >>that.
> >>
> >>Yes. It is about grieving and death and wanting what is gone.
> >
> >
> > Julian and I walked away from a cookout at a beach campground because
> > we'd already eaten and didn't want to impose and we found our walk
> > along the sea wall led to an open area where the sky was a simplistic
> > sunset. the sun had already sunk, but the sky was all the pink, orange,
> > and swirling reds and blues. it's that dusk time that's quiet. it's one
> > of the rare times that I understand the sound of color without
> > resorting to the idea of mind altering chemicals, but it would seem
> > being an animal, that it, the color, the time, does alter the "feeling"
> > of experience, doesn't it? anyway, it's a goofy time to kiss, but mmm,
> > mmm, mmm! I miss you! (that's weird timing to say that. oh well, that's
> > me.)
> >
>
> For an animal, the clouds of sunset are just gray.
> (You see a lot of that when they try to write poultry, too.)
Clouds write poultry? :-(
Karla
says...
>
>
>Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
>> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>>
>> > Diana wrote:
>> >
>> >>I misread your statement "if this is wanting a dead person back...".
>> >>You already had equated "them" with "simplistic sunsets". Sorry 'bout
>> >>that.
>> >>
>> >>Yes. It is about grieving and death and wanting what is gone.
>> >
>> >
>> > Julian and I walked away from a cookout at a beach campground because
>> > we'd already eaten and didn't want to impose and we found our walk
>> > along the sea wall led to an open area where the sky was a simplistic
>> > sunset. the sun had already sunk, but the sky was all the pink, orange,
>> > and swirling reds and blues. it's that dusk time that's quiet. it's one
>> > of the rare times that I understand the sound of color without
>> > resorting to the idea of mind altering chemicals, but it would seem
>> > being an animal, that it, the color, the time, does alter the "feeling"
>> > of experience, doesn't it? anyway, it's a goofy time to kiss, but mmm,
>> > mmm, mmm! I miss you! (that's weird timing to say that. oh well, that's
>> > me.)
>> >
>>
>> For an animal, the clouds of sunset are just gray.
>> (You see a lot of that when they try to write poultry, too.)
>
>Clouds write poultry? :-(
"I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all."
I just watched Disc One of the Dick Cavett show: Rock Icons. Joni Mitchell, The
Jefferson Airplane, David Crosby, Stephen Stills, Sly and the Family Stone,
David Bowie. Ahhh! The first show broadcasts the day after Woodstock. Hendrix
never makes it. TJA report in. Later, Stills and Crosby show up. Mud and rain
and nothing like it ever before, ever since.
"Time it was and what a time it was it was,
A time of innocence a time of confidences.
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you."
Bookends, Simon & Garfunkel
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Sherrie Lee
Yeah, and the look on Joni's face of a kid missing Santa or something.
She could have been flown/'coptered/hovered in! And she writes this
mystical and innocent but sentimental Woodstock song instead. Is it
Yasgars farm? I came upon a child of god ... and all her Shamanic
experiences. I love that she has Shamanic experiences instead of
nervous breakdowns. It's so much more romantic to have Shamanic
experiences and not nervous breakdowns. Anyone who has Shamanic
experiences like that where others term them nervous breakdowns are
true poets, true artists. One thing I can't agree on is her experience
with jazz and ideas of going less commercial. Commercial happens when
bills need to be paid. But more power to her for her righteous ways and
free expressions. To me she is the ideal artist of the self-portrait
and crazy chords.
Karla
says...
I thought she looked shy and awkward in her green velvet dress on the naugahyde
cushion. Then, behind the piano, she moved beyond the show.
>She could have been flown/'coptered/hovered in! And she writes this
>mystical and innocent but sentimental Woodstock song instead. Is it
>Yasgars farm? I came upon a child of god ...
How many people thought she was there? Her song Woodstock was there. She got
Woodstock before Woodstock. She sent her consciousness into the world.
and all her Shamanic
>experiences. I love that she has Shamanic experiences instead of
>nervous breakdowns. It's so much more romantic to have Shamanic
>experiences and not nervous breakdowns. Anyone who has Shamanic
>experiences like that where others term them nervous breakdowns are
>true poets, true artists.
I work with people having Shamanic experiences but they call it Making Money,
The American Way, etc. Perhaps they have the right idea? The trick is, find a
name that everyone is using then you don't really feel like you're breaking
down.
One thing I can't agree on is her experience
>with jazz and ideas of going less commercial. Commercial happens when
>bills need to be paid. But more power to her for her righteous ways and
>free expressions. To me she is the ideal artist of the self-portrait
>and crazy chords.
Not sure what you disagree with regarding her 'experience with jazz'? Is it that
you just like her other work better?
Sherrie Lee
You'll have to watch her documentary. Her music and freedom would be a
little different had she raised her child herself, is all. I've
experienced both sides, now, but I never experienced missing work due
to my children being sick and missing school. What Joni went thru was
rough, and it was her own personal Hell and salvation. She was able to
share it with us via her art, but man, how many times did van gogh have
to paint that painting? Dig?
Karla
Not really. You're deferring to the documentary's slant on her 'experience with
jazz'?
Last night, I was reading Coleridge's thoughts on copy and imitation with
respect to the arts:
"I adduce the high spiritual instinct of the human being impelling us to seek
unity by harmonious adjustment, and thus establishing the principle that all the
parts of an organized whole must be assimilated to the more important and
essential parts. This and the preceding arguments may be strengthened
by the reflection, that the composition of a poem is among the
imitative arts; and that imitation, as opposed to copying, consists
either in the interfusion of the same throughout the radically
different, or of the different throughout a base radically the same." Coleridge;
from Biographia Literaria
Joni, in her writing, in her painting, the latter of which is her first passion
if the biographies are to be believed, is painting something different
everytime. I suspect Van Gogh was too. If she merely wanted to copy her face,
she could press it into wax.
I don't see her face and react "not again". I do when I hear a lot of the pop on
the radio or TV shows. Just recently, a friend foisted "The Shield" on me as a
'great TV show, well written, you'll love it'. I gave it a shot and 4 episodes
later remain unconvinced. How many times do they have to make Law and Order?
Dig?
In Coleridge's essay, On Poesy or Art, he wrote: "Each thing that lives has its
moment of self-exposition, and so has each period of each thing, if we remove
the disturbing forces of accident. To do this is the business of ideal art,
whether in images of childhood, youth, or age, in man or in woman. Hence a good
portrait is the abstract of the personal; it is not the likeness for actual
comparison, but for recollection."
There are many shadings and shadows in her Blue face, in her blue lyrics, in her
blue soul.
Karla
Peter J. Jinn
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KOOKS like you need to give full /wind/ to their idiocy.
Go KOOK you know what I'm talking about.
Diana
Sherrie Lee wrote:
> Diana wrote:
> > I misread your statement "if this is wanting a dead person back...".
> > You already had equated "them" with "simplistic sunsets". Sorry 'bout
> > that.
> >
> > Yes. It is about grieving and death and wanting what is gone.
>
> Julian and I walked away from a cookout at a beach campground because
> we'd already eaten and didn't want to impose and we found our walk
> along the sea wall led to an open area where the sky was a simplistic
> sunset. the sun had already sunk, but the sky was all the pink, orange,
> and swirling reds and blues.
it's that dusk time that's quiet. it's one
> of the rare times that I understand the sound of color without
> resorting to the idea of mind altering chemicals, but it would seem
> being an animal, that it, the color, the time, does alter the "feeling"
> of experience, doesn't it?
You've captured it entirely. For me, the colors are sound. And when it
becomes night, the sky is mute.
anyway, it's a goofy time to kiss, but mmm,
> mmm, mmm! I miss you! (that's weird timing to say that. oh well, that's
> me.)
Dusk is a goofy time to kiss? ;)
Diana
:x
Diana
> Karla
Thanks, Karla, for both of the Colridge quotes. He's a hammer, rather
than a rather light tap to the temple.
Unity by "harmonious adjustment". Indeed. You will be assimilated. I
like the differentiation between "imitation" and "copy". We can do
nothing but imitate. "There is nothing new...", but "imitation" with
understanding.
Coleridge says "it's moment". Can there be more than one moment of
self-exposition, or am I taking his words out of context? Ok. I read it
more carefully. He says "and so has each period of each thing" barring
the "disturbing forces of accident". Interesting.
"Hence a good portrait is the abstract of the personal; it is not the
likeness for actual
comparison, but for recollection."
Yeah.That gets me.
"And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes"
Diana
takin' the second quote slightly out of contex.
<snip>
Sherrie Lee
I almost think Joni gets her own irony.
Sherrie Lee
You are so perceptive!! <3
Sherrie Lee
that's what I like about note taking. you're not supposed to write
everything down (but I did in order to stay awake!). just a few trigger
words. man, I used to be one of THOSE who tape recorded the lectures,
but not for long. Who can sit thru all that ANOTHER time! I'm lucky
enough to have been to a Joni concert. She was better than Blonde on
Blonde Dylan (who I doubt gave a cut to sedgwick like andy at least,
did even tho they both exploited her...). It was only one concert, but
after seeing her doc, I suspect her van gogh rif is a running gag of
hers at every recent concert. You'll have to see the doc to maybe see
what it is about her van gogh that she likes to go there. She's a
serious artist, but if you listen carefully, her humor is there.
Have a great weekend!!
Dennis M. Hammes
> Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
>
>>Sherrie Lee wrote:
>>
>>
>>>Diana wrote:
>>>
>>>
>>>>I misread your statement "if this is wanting a dead person back...".
>>>>You already had equated "them" with "simplistic sunsets". Sorry 'bout
>>>>that.
>>>>
>>>>Yes. It is about grieving and death and wanting what is gone.
>>>
>>>
>>>Julian and I walked away from a cookout at a beach campground because
>>>we'd already eaten and didn't want to impose and we found our walk
>>>along the sea wall led to an open area where the sky was a simplistic
>>>sunset. the sun had already sunk, but the sky was all the pink, orange,
>>>and swirling reds and blues. it's that dusk time that's quiet. it's one
>>>of the rare times that I understand the sound of color without
>>>resorting to the idea of mind altering chemicals, but it would seem
>>>being an animal, that it, the color, the time, does alter the "feeling"
>>>of experience, doesn't it? anyway, it's a goofy time to kiss, but mmm,
>>>mmm, mmm! I miss you! (that's weird timing to say that. oh well, that's
>>>me.)
>>>
>>
>>For an animal, the clouds of sunset are just gray.
>> (You see a lot of that when they try to write poultry, too.)
>
>
> Clouds write poultry? :-(
>
No, you see a lot of gray (everything) when a nanimal tries to write
poultry.
Dennis M. Hammes
Those were the days, my friend.
We thought they'd never end...
Dennis M. Hammes
> In article <1146771917.1...@i40g2000cwc.googlegroups.com>, Sherrie Lee
> says...
>
>>It's so much more romantic to have Shamanic
>>experiences and not nervous breakdowns. Anyone who has Shamanic
>>experiences like that where others term them nervous breakdowns are
>>true poets, true artists.
>
>
> I work with people having Shamanic experiences but they call it Making Money,
> The American Way, etc. Perhaps they have the right idea? The trick is, find a
> name that everyone is using then you don't really feel like you're breaking
> down.
>
Heh.
What they seD.
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Dennis M. Hammes
> "Karla" <kar...@sbcglobal.net> wrote in message news:e3e3e...@drn.newsguy.com...
>
>
> OOK.
>
> OOK.
>
"...that the composition of a poem is among the imitative arts; and
that imitation, as opposed to copying, consists either in the
interfusion of the same throughout the radically different, or of the
different throughout a base radically the same."
-- S.T. Coleridge, /Biographia Literaria/, explaining, e.g.,
"parody," "metrics," "rhyme," "allusion," "symbol," "metonymy," etc.