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 Ode to the Rose

Come, let us talk of the perennial flowering from a family

of thousands of cultivars; forms and shapes

so strikingly dissimilar that as we gained

familiarity with its form,

subdivisions were required for

a diversity unparalleled—

where evolutionary biologists

to this day attempt to answer how

such evolved fruit so contrastingly—

peaches, plums, cherries, berries and more—

from the Latin rosa, through the Persian to the Vedic;

native around the globe, its significance in our cultures

pervades like its scent

the vast majority of our societies.

Leaves borne alternately and pinnate—

leaflets and stipules in serrated margin;

mostly five petaled, some only four;

divided into lobes, sepals beneath petals,

appearing as green points.

All parts edible raw and flush with Vitamin C,

sometimes into jellies, jams, or syrups for tea;

a distinctive flavor used in the world’s cuisine,

candied or turned into creams for confectionery;

used as medicine and in practices of spirituality;

volatile ingredients pressed

for so intimate products as cosmetics;

or used for landscape, hedging and utility—

or simply the commercial cut crop, kept cool

until ready for display at point of sale;

the name artists know can be found in the rack

or on the shelf—the tint and shade of blood

from a goddess.

Dating to the Late Eocene to Mesopotamia,

its hip with its hundred and fifty or so seeds,

eaten by birds and dispersed, where today's

originate from the Old Blush of 18th-century Asia,

and since patronized by an empress from Europe,

propagating collections now becoming innumerable. 

Where gods and goddesses protect the bodies of heroes

with its immortal oil, bedding them among blossoms,

or instructing those transformed to beasts

to eat its petals to regain humanity—

ancient history become symbol:

Beauty, bliss, joy, pleasure, love, life, and elegance;

praise, prayer, pride, secrecy, and silence;

wine, wisdom, woman, and worldly success;

charity, martyrdom, mercy, victory and love divine;

“I am true; love me, and you’ll discover it—

yours, heart and soul,” it says

in exchanges on St. Valentine’s Day.

Grace, desire, pure and inclined to love; hope, promise,

reward of virtue, and secret to immortality;

blissful soul, heavenly rejoice of faith;

from fingers of the dawn

to knowledge and law—

signifying truth to Buddhahood.

Window to eternity, are we worthy of you?

A new day, and your best look

inspires us to be our best.

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maynard dixon in a post office

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haiku

 (haiku)

A drop in the sea

is but the ocean indeed;

out of many, one.

Dear Diary

 Today I had a lengthy conversation with a Santa Barbara City Council Member. I had posted a comment to one of his NextDoor posts, he said call; couple of days of phone tag, we talked and I told him he could be Mayor or more if he wants because I did all the hard work and nailed the case down with statute and well-settled law. Hopefully he's reading the writ right now. Even if I wasn't able to fulfill my vow, I'd take securing Bellosguardo for art and art education to be the next best thing. Time will tell.

i mean don't say i'm not tryin'

 https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61568208009789

raw poem

 

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Let’s not be mere beasts,

led around by the nose

from the cool kid’s table

at high school; yes, yes,

yes, we’re all Hamlet

acting to not get axed

on a stage of corruption—

we understand that.

Regardless—please, please, please,

let’s not be animal only,

derelict in obtaining sense

when all the cards on the table

read otherwise; and if lacking

is speech and action

to remain alive--then by all means,

just become aware of the score

and know that even in the darkest age

truth in a spotlight like magic, can appear

on a stage.

Revealing/insightful on multiple levels

 https://www.thelawsuitinfo.com/downloads/timeline-of-relevant-events.pdf

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When metaphor is part of existence,

and art exists to alter perception

upwards to the heavens of the mind;

here a little free-verse

as reminder the animal space-suit,

the corporal body, is launch-pad to

understanding, roaring to the loftiest goal.

Lovely video of note

 Painter Guston: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RXgGwcZcEw&t=10s

Note on Art

 

    A framing hammer can be used on a job-site to hold down plans in the wind, or used to hold a door open, but its primary purpose is to drive nails into wood. Same with the car, it can be taken on a Sunday drive to nowhere, or used in sport, but its primary purpose is transport of people one place to another. The same with art too, it can be used to entertain, to decorate, but its primary purpose is to alter or perfect how a human perceives life; art displays truths which adorn and complete existence.

    Of all the arts, which is supreme? In this audio/visual day and age one would surmise cinema supreme, that it’s the all encompassing form to alter consciousness, and so thoroughly. But take away technology and it can’t exist. Painting then; but take away technology and it can’t exist. The only form which can exist without tech is poetry. So, to clarify, the primary purpose of art is to raise consciousness, and poetry is supreme to stun someone into a better way of knowing as it only requires a human voice.

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Ode to the Rose

 

Ode to the Rose

Come, let us talk of the perennial flowering from a family

of thousands of cultivars; forms and shapes

so strikingly dissimilar that as we gained

familiarity with its form,

subdivisions were required for

a diversity unparalleled—

where evolutionary biologists

to this day attempt to answer how

such evolved fruit so contrastingly—

peaches, plums, cherries, berries and more—

from the Latin rosa, through the Persian to the Vedic;

native around the globe, its significance in our cultures

pervades, like its scent,

the vast majority of our societies.

Leaves borne alternately and pinnate—

leaflets and stipules in serrated margin;

mostly five petaled, some only four;

divided into lobes, sepals beneath petals,

appearing as green points.

All parts edible raw and flush with Vitamin C,

sometimes into jellies, jams, or syrups for tea;

a distinctive flavor used in the world’s cuisine,

candied or turned into creams for confectionery;

used as medicine and in practices of spirituality;

volatile ingredients pressed for

so intimate products as cosmetics;

or used for landscape, hedging and utility—

or simply the commercial cut crop, kept cool

until ready for display at point of sale;

the name artists know can be found in the rack

or on the shelf—the tint and shade of blood

from a goddess.

Dating to the Late Eocene to first encounter in Mesopotamia,

its hip with its hundred and fifty or so seeds,

eaten by birds and dispersed, where today's

originate from the Old Blush of 18th-century Asia,

and since patronized by an empress from Europe,

propagating collections now becoming innumerable. 

Where gods and goddesses protect the bodies of heroes

with its immortal oil, bedding them among blossoms,

or instructing those transformed to beasts

to eat its petals to regain their humanity—

ancient history become symbol:

Beauty, bliss, joy, pleasure, love, life, and elegance;

praise, prayer, pride, secrecy, and silence;

wine, wisdom, woman, and worldly success;

charity, martyrdom, mercy, victory and love divine;

“I am true; love me, and you’ll discover it—

yours, heart and soul,” it says

in exchanges on St. Valentine’s Day.

Grace, desire, pure and inclined to love; hope, promise,

reward of virtue, and secret to immortality;

blissful soul, heavenly joy, rejoice of faith;

from the fingers of the dawn goddess

to knowledge and law;

signifying truth to Buddha.

Window to eternity, are we worthy of you?

A new day, and your best look still

inspires us to be our best.