Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Richard Avendon 1967
I Want to Dance!
O, I want to dance as I have never danced!
Let God not feel himself a prisoner in me.
Earth, give me wings:
I want to be the arrow
to see only sky around me,
and sky below—
burning in waves of light
I want to dance
torn by the lightning of unborn desire
so God will breathe freely in me
and will not say:
“I am a prisoner in his dungeon!”
(Andrei Codrescu translation)
More about time travel.
Very short-short story by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Eyes of a Blue Dog
and she said: 'Sometimes I think I'm made of metal.' She was silent for an instant. The position of her hands over the flame varied slightly. I said: 'Sometimes in other dreams, I've thought you were only a little bronze statue in the corner of some museum. Maybe that's why you're cold.' And she said: 'Sometimes, when I sleep on my heart, I can feel my body growing hollow and my skin is like plate. Then, when the blood beats inside me, it's as if someone were calling by knocking on my stomach and I can feel my own copper sound in the bed. It's like- -what do you call it--laminated metal.' She drew closer to the lamp. 'I would have liked to hear you,' I said.
Everyone who reads this will have a special slant. Great talk sparker with friends after drinks. Just more ado about time travel and came to mind after reading some of your wonderful comments. The inner landscape is a full time journey
and yet we traverse both.
*if you like star gazing and need a star map, sign up for Don's giveaway (and check out the punning poetics of his own dream time imagination) (am i sucking up) oop.,
* Supertramp Give a little bit or this version
Thank you all for all you give,
as Always, Peace and big (mischievous) blessings