Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Advice Columnist Answers "Missing the Magic"

author's note:

In memory of Abigail Van Buren ("Dear Abby"), July 4, 1918 - January 16, 2013.


You say you're at a total loss...

I say: maybe you need to tiptoe

what I mean is:
sneak up creep up
on the old familiar--

after first turning off the lights
to recall those senses
we so casually neglect.

Too often I forget
but eventually (after much loss)
I realize I must tiptoe again
through the sensuous dark
until I arrive at the precipice
and understand once more:

nothing is ever too familiar...

nothing is ever fully known.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Rhetorical Worm

author's note:

"Are our minds to be bound by the the rhetorical question?

"Are we to cut off all thought, all argument with the saber of such questionable questioning?

"Are we to feign eloquence by repeating the same question again and again, dressing it in slightly different language with each repetition?"
                    -- anonymous


As the weary human exclaimed,
"What type of God would create such a worm!"

the worm, now sick with poison, said,
"What type of God would create such a human?"

Unfortunately, neither pursued the question further.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Incredible Phone

author's note:

"There's ringing in my ears!"
     -- Peter Frampton, from Show Me the Way


Despite the obtuseness
of my ears, I've come to realize
this very hush secret:

there exists a device within
with a greater span than even
the most agile mobile phone--

don't ask me how it works,
right now, it's beyond our science--
I only know we're sending
and receiving:

unfortunately, our day noise
mostly buries what transmits

and even the purity
of late night
doesn't wake my ears
enough for me to hear
more than jumbled whispers
(even when I'm dreaming)...

days or decades later
when I encounter you
for the first time in front of me
I'll know for certain we've spoken

though I won't be able to say
exactly when or what was said
and though your voice will sound
so totally new and fresh,
I'll sense we've talked
for hours or eons
about this meeting

and I'll see by your startled expression
that you also understand:
somehow it's all been prearranged...

and so, again I'll be reminded
that the brain only holds the mind

but though the mind is held
its beams can still travel long distances:
a mystery, fantastic--
a reality much grander
than the technology
of those wonderful little phones...

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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Friday, January 04, 2013


author's note:

"Up from the bottom
      of an old pond,
      that duckling
  has seen something strange."
             -- Joso (trans. Beilenson/Behn)


I will admit
I do need to be woken up
just a bit

that water feels so cold--!--

so I resist
though I know
if I don't go in
I will be dunked--
dunked again:

something down there
keeps drawing me down--

down to where my head
conjures all those wild reflections

and he and she and she and it
and it and it and it
look so very different
from what I usually see
in myself:

I can’t but be amazed--

sometimes when I come back up
I feeling like spouting off
because the picture show has shown me
shining brilliantly!

But to be honest,
more often I feel ashamed
at what that picture show shows me

so I sit in the corner
and cower wetly,
hoping no one notices
who I am.

Either way, I realize
the waters will eventually
rise again

and I may likely
resist again

though I know
I'll be dunked if I do...

dunked again.

© 2013, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology

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