February 11, 2010
by jhon baker
brother of mine, be gauche
with life and lovers, or
be of self who is unrepentant
and glory filled
with no collections
or continued sadness.
be gauche with intellectuals
and presume yourself one in
belonging or
be honest and forgive
yourself these lies.
– I wrote this
After leaving the Visitation of an old friend and returning home I have learned that one of my favorite poems will be published on or around Feb 25th in the second issue of Rejection Digest.
a link – http://rejectiondigest.weebly.com/
I will post the link to my actual work once it has gone up. Even though the poem has been rejected by an a lot of publishers I am quite happy that it has been picked up by Rejection Digest. What could be better? The news was most certainly well timed as today there was the visitation and I am struggling to word a poem for the first time in years.
‘I sketch umbrellas to remind or Juan Grande Pecador’ is one of my prized poems and I am very happy to see it out there where just anyone may bump into it.
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February 10, 2010
by jhon baker
I don’t think the importance of some lives can be measured. Some lives have altered the path of so many others that their passing can only be comprehended on it’s surface and not truly grasped even by the most intelligent of gods, the most compassionate of gods. These men leave such a perfect impression on our will that all we have to do to remember them is look at those who surround us and our selves for we are all better for having known that person.
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February 9, 2010
by jhon baker
ice-skating is like dancing on sheet metal.
my dog died seven years ago.
the best seers wear sunglasses when they sleep.
retired politicians go to work in the Vatican.
the tango seems expansive in hallways.
cell phones are the plague of modern man.
the automobile’s force will go on in a straight fashion,
unless acted upon by another force;
or spoken to in a gentle manner.
it’s relative tho.
time is not linear unless man is.
evolution only acs as a barrier between
father and son.
it must go on, and
most times that’s all it does.
– I wrote this in 2008 while reflecting on time spent at an information center hidden behind a wall.
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February 8, 2010
by jhon baker
I’ve opted to eliminate references to living people when they arise in my poetry – at least when they arrive unexpectedly and are being shown in a truthful but painful light. I’ve no interest in relieving myself of pain or memory discomfort at the expense of another even when it is justified. I tend toward the teaching: do nothing now that the wise would later censure – and I think the wise would censure causing hurt reciprocally.
1.
for __________
the sun coming through the window has
always surprised me.
the dreams I wake from and the
quietnesses of the house, surprise me.
my youth has always surprised me.
the length and brevity of night or the onset
of dawn’s intrusion, love itself
has always surprised me.
the suddenness of beauty and breath
have always surprised me.
that we are still children too young for death
with bones too old
for roller coasters, surprise me.
night only now and after dinner already.
this tiredness and joy of invention
surprise me.
this poem, borne out of your lies has
wholly surprised me.
– I wrote this
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the platitudes of willful resemblance 