ModPo

If I were a sculptor I'd carve in stone The face of my beloved I'd sand the surface Of the stone To smooth perfection Because art should represent life As it is, and as It ought to be But I digress At a moment when discipline And precision are most required… I'd chisel her perfectly Centered nose, on her perfectly Symmetrical face With care and concentration I'd reproduce the mystic Contours of her forehead I'd round out her chin And save her lips For last Then I'd compare Her sculptured features To my own A grotesque genetic mixture Of master and slave Of Native and Negro My weathered face Overexposed and Burned to a deep hue I'd ask her: Is black still beautiful My African queen? My Goddess of the Nile?  Or has that fashion changed, That style gone out of style? But I digress again -  I am not a sculptor I am a poet And these words are All I have to preserve In time, for time, The beauty of my beloved

The sacrificial lamb accrues a certain amount of honor from the flock  and  achieves a sort of  bureaucratic immortality.  Those who are  dragged, kicking  and  screaming, to the slaughter have a most ignoble  and forgotten  end. 

Thought was born blind but Thought knows what it is seeing - in broad daylight even the sounds shine I listen without looking and so I see... somewhere, some time in the 1990's

Song of the Open Road

Notes from Governor’s School ( the Winston-Salem series ) Part 1. Area One – propaganda about my special interests to narrow my mind to close my eyes to limit my perspective Area Three – “take a stroll through your mind, sometime” do you believe what you find? do you find it at all? do you find any of it? can you cope with your giftedness and or your talentedness? Area Two – to assimilate 20 th century ideas (little do they realize the 20 th century is 73 years old) to replace outmoded values with spanking fresh 20 th century ones (little do they realize the 20 th century has only 23 years until it is outmoded itself) to integrate Area 1 with Area 3 and completely blow your mind. Part 2.  hypnosis is a state of mind – as is Governor’s School – a figment of the imagination but a pigment of the realization that everything is relative – relative to the concrete & relative to the abstract & relative to the irrelevant. The contemporary view of everything is merely, vaguely, re...