Just poetry for a change
melia
SHAMS-UD-DIN MUHAMMED HAFIZ
(c. 1320-89)
Goethe was one of the first westerners to discover Hafiz (sometimes
spelled Hafez), whom he considered “a poet for poets.” Ralph Waldo
Emerson discovered Hafiz through Goethe’s work, and did several
translations of his own into English. The complete collection of his
poems, the Diwan-i-Hafiz, still sells more copies today in his native
Persia (Iran) than any other book. Hafiz was born and lived in the
city of Shiraz. Of lowly stock, he worked as a baker’s assistant by
day and put himself through school at night. Over many years he
mastered the subjects of a classical medieval education, which
included the great Persian poets. In medieval Persia poetry was valued
very highly, and during his middle years, Hafiz served as a court
poet. By the time he was sixty, he had become famous for his inspired
verses, and he became both a spiritual and literary teacher for a wide
circle of students. He was guided by a great Sufi master for most of
his life, and he in his turn became a master for others in his later
years.
When the One I Love
Hafez
When the one I love accepts the wine,
Then the time of the false idols is over.
Whoever looks into his luminous eyes
Cries, " Someone will soon be drunk; get the police!"
I have fallen like a fish into deep water
So that the One I love will throw his net.
I have dropped in a heap on the earth,
Perhaps I will feel a touch on my hand.
How blessed is the man who like Hafez
Has tasted in his heart the wine made before Adam.
Translated by Robert Bly
( 110 Poems of Love and Revelation, edited by Roger Housden )
Melia
Here below, a fragment from "The Private Banquet" - New Expanded
Edition -Essential Rumi / To read the whole piece is metaphysically
worth the time.
p.259-260
...........
...........
........................................... of power
that keeps order and reduces arrogance and mischief
and other disasters.
But when the king comes
to the private banquet with his friends,
there's harp music and the flute.
No kettledrums.
And no keeping accounts,
no judging behavior, no helmets, no armor.
Just silk and music and beautiful women bringing cups.
You know how it is, but who can say it!
Conclude this part, my friend,
and lead us the way we should go.
~ ~
We are the night ocean filled
with glints of light. We are the space
between the fish and the moon,
while we sit here together.
~ ~
Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?
Freedom, or power over an entire nation?
A little while alone in your room
will prove more valuable than anything else
that could ever be given you.
( Rumi's words through Coleman Barks )
Janice
Here is the way it is, at this moment in time:
http://www.sleepbot.com/morgan/cgi/morglay.cgi?clientTime=1276361141&cards=3
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9kzvE_dBZs
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsXh08NiEPc&NR=1
On Jun 5, 10:43 am, melia <pasterna...@gmail.com> wrote:
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Janice
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzFMlmLrdgo
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The only game in town is the game of Being.
The teachings are everywhere.
- Ram Dass
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melia
Janice
>
> - Show quoted text -
Fools we may all be.
We might as well dance.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvZGl1NqBRc
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Janice
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orukqxeWmM0
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Da da da da da
da da da da
Janice
Dr_dudley
Will Dockery
Cool, Melia, but why not send some to the actual poetry groups? We
could sure use some new faces & input:
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/topics?hl=en
Facebook version of alt.arts.poetry.comments:
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=105463832836304
--
Will Dockery, Folk Rock / Blues / Experimental:
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery
Janice
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> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PvEaSLY5L0
Thank you so very much, dear Dr_dudley.
This bears repeating:
REVOLUTIONARY LETTER #49
Free Julian Beck
Free Timothy Leary
Free seven million starving in Pakistan
Free all political prisoners
Free Angela Davis
Free Soledad brothers
Free Martin Sobel
Free Sacco & Vanzetti
Free Big Bull Hayward
Free Sitting Bull
Free Crazy Horse
Free all political prisoners
Free Billy the Kid
Free Jesse James
Free all political prisoners
Free Nathan Hale
Free Joan of Arc
Free Galileo & Bruno & Eckhart
Free Jesus Christ
Free Socrates
Free all political prisoners
Free all political prisoners
All prisoners are political prisoners
Every pot smoker a political prisoner
Every holdup man a political prisoner
Every forger a political prisoner
Every angry kid who smashed a window a political prisoner
Every whore, pimp, murderer, a political prisoner
Every pederast, dealer, drunk driver, burglar
Poacher, striker, strike breaker, rapist
Polar bear at San Francisco zoo, political prisoner
Ancient wise turtle at Detroit Aquarium, political prisoner
Flamingoes dying in Phoenix tourist park, political prisoners
Otters in Tuscon Desert Museum, political prisoners
Elk in Wyoming grazing behind barbed wire, political prisoners
Prairie dogs poisoned in New Mexico, war casualties
(Mass grave of Wyoming bald eagles, a battlefield)
Every kind in school a political prisoner
Every lawyer in his cubicle a political prisoner
Every housewife a political prisoner
Every teacher lying thru sad teeth a political prisoner
Every indian on reservation a political prisoner
Every black man a political prisoner
Every faggot hiding in bar a political prisoner
Every junkie shooting up in john a political prisoner
Every woman a political prisoner
Every woman a political prisoner
You are a political prisoner locked in tense body
You are a political prisoner locked in stiff mind
You are a political prisoner locked to your parents
You are a political prisoner locked to your past
Free yourself
Free yourself
I am political prisoner locked in anger habit
I am political prisoner locked in greed habit
I am political prisoner locked in fear habit
I am political prisoner locked in dull senses
I am political prisoner locked in numb flesh
Free me
Free me
Help to free me
Free yourself
Help to free me
Free yourself
Help to free me
Free Barry Goldwater
Help to free me
Free Governor Wallace
Free President Nixon
Free J Edgar Hoover
Free them
Free yourself
Free them
Free yourself
Free yourself
Free them
Free yourself
Help to free me
Free us
DANCE
Author: Diane di Prima
Title: Revolutionary Letter #49
Page URL: http://voiceoftheturtle.org/show_printer.php?aid=228
Last modified: Sunday, 03-Nov-2002 09:11:47 CST
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And everything comes to One,
As we dance on, dance on, dance on.
-Theodore Roethke
Dr_dudley
Thank you for taking the time to respond.
On Jun 28, 2:58 pm, Janice <jan...@dixoncreekstudio.com> wrote:
> This bears repeating:
>
> REVOLUTIONARY LETTER #49
...
>
> DANCE
>
I shall endeavour to be brief, which goes against genetically encoded
type.
My 3rd edition City Lights copy of "Revolutionary Letters" is never
far from hand. In it, this Letter #49 has become #63, 15 new letters
having been added.
After the "dedication" to her grandpa Ms DiPrima refers to in the
first clip i linked to, and on page five and before letter #1, this
text:
}
REVOLUTIONARY LETTERS
dedicated to Bob Dylan
{
I could make this up, but i'm not.
That said, if #49 became #63 between 1971 and 1974, lord knows where
it appears in the more recent fifth edition. Here's a blog review by
the renowned and stalwart Peter Lamborn Wilson:
http://underminedeology.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html
in which he refers to her as "Diane di Prima, America’s (and probably
the world’s) leading anarcho-Hermetic poet".
Wow.
anarcho-Hermetic. Is that worse than a Communist?
Give the anarcho-Hermetic a cigarette.
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As ever, and only, by god's grace,
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> And everything comes to One,
> As we dance on, dance on, dance on.
> -Theodore Roethke
+++
I may look like a beer salesman, but I'm a poet.
theodoreRoethke
and also this from Saginaw's own:
I Knew a Woman
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in a chorus, cheek to cheek).
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proferred hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant notes to sieze;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).
Theodore Roethke
tif
Do you mean something
like this? :
Communal Poem
When even tears become laced in gratitude
(to be continued at a global level)
~~~~ the words originated in mp8 land~makom~~~~~
~~~~ where will they fly?
~~~~ who will they soothe
reach deeply
in an intimate manner
the mystic way
please continue, from your state
from your country of being :
Do you mean something
like the below
Communal Poem
When even tears become laced in gratitude
(please continue then)
Janice
On Jun 29, 3:09 am, Dr_dudley <dud...@cloud9.net> wrote:
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> anarcho-Hermetic. Is that worse than a Communist?
My lips are sealed.
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I'M Nobody! Who are you?
Are you--Nobody--too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Dont tell! they'd advertise--you know!
How dreary--to be--Somebody!
How public--like a Frog--
To tell your name--the livelong June--
To an admiring Bog!
Emily Dickinson (1858)
Janice
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> Do you mean something
> like the below
> Communal Poem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkCZXQ0aV1A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1VqoxOcEqpk
Nuh wah doe he yaw duh
(Peace)
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melia
> (c. 1320-89)
>
> Goethe was one of the first westerners to discover Hafiz (sometimes
> spelled Hafez), whom he considered “a poet for poets.” Ralph Waldo
> Emerson discovered Hafiz through Goethe’s work, and did several
> translations of his own into English. The complete collection of his
> poems, the Diwan-i-Hafiz, still sells more copies today in his native
> Persia (Iran) than any other book. Hafiz was born and lived in the
> city of Shiraz. Of lowly stock, he worked as a baker’s assistant by
> day and put himself through school at night. Over many years he
> mastered the subjects of a classical medieval education, which
> very highly, and during his middle years, Hafiz served as a court
> poet. By the time he was sixty, he had become famous for his inspired
> verses, and he became both a spiritual and literary teacher for a wide
> circle of students. He was guided by a great Sufi master for most of
> his life, and he in his turn became a master for others in his later
> years.
>
> When the One I Love
> Hafez
>
> When the one I love accepts the wine,
> Then the time of the false idols is over.
>
> Whoever looks into his luminous eyes
> Cries, " Someone will soon be drunk; get the police!"
>
> I have fallen like a fish into deep water
> So that the One I love will throw his net.
>
> I have dropped in a heap on the earth,
> Perhaps I will feel a touch on my hand.
>
> How blessed is the man who like Hafez
> Has tasted in his heart the wine made before Adam.
>
> Translated by Robert Bly
>
> ( 110 Poems of Love and Revelation, edited by Roger Housden )
melia
from The New Expanded Edition of The Essential Rumi, translations by
Coleman Barks:
Drumsound rises on the air,
its throb, my heart.
A voice inside the beat says,
" I know you are tired,
but come. This is the way."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I called through your door,
" The mystics are gathering
in the street. Come out!"
" Leave me alone.
I'm sick."
"I don't care if you're dead!"
Jesus is here, and he wants
to resurrect somebody!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Are you jealous of the ocean's generosity?
Why would you refuse to give
this joy to anyone?
Fish don't hold the sacred liquid in cups!
They swim the huge fluid freedom.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The sun is love. The lover,
a speck circling the sun.
A Spring wind moves to dance
any branch that isn't dead.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Dance, when you're broken open/
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting/
Dance in your blood/
Dance when you're perfectly free.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Let the lover be disgraced, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Janice
If you've not been fed, be bread.
-Rumi
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like this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-L-GOHa5-YQ
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melia
Rumi ~ / ~ Coleman Barks (p. 28)
When you are with everyone but me,
you're with no one.
When you are with no one but me,
you're with everyone.
Instead of being so bound up with everyone,
be everyone.
When you become that many, you're nothing.
Empty.
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p. 27
Omar once had a friend, a scientist ,
Bu'l-Hakam, who was flawless at solving
empirical problems, but he could not follow Omar
into the area of illumination and wonder.
Now I return to the text, "And He is with you,
wherever you are," but when have I ever left it!
Ignorance is God's prison,
Knowing is God's palace.
We sleep in God's unconsciousness.
We wake in God's open hand.
We weep God's rain.
We laugh God's lightning.
Fighting and peacefulness
both take place within God.
Who are we then
in this complicated world-tangle,
that is really just the single, straight
line down at the beginning of ALLAH?
Nothing.
We are
emptiness.
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_ _ Shabbat Saalam Aleikum _ _
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Janice
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> We sleep in God's unconsciousness.
> We wake in God's open hand.
I will not forget you. See, I have carved you in the palm of my
hand...
-Isaiah 49:15-16
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tif
"Feel & See: New land in sight!"
said the sailor to the sea.
-mp8 36:18-72
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