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             2008          Poetry        &      Photo     Calendar

  SPRING PRAYER: 
   COUNTRY AND CITY
  
   Lay down your finest carpet
   of rose petals and cherry blossoms
   woven with the alchemy of sun-lit dew.
 
   Let the robin's song at daybreak
   be all the reminder we need.
 
   Let the fox in his hole
   be the one to say
   "look! nothing up my sleeve..."
 
   and the window-washer reveal
   how a town, even a city can sparkle.
 
   When the moist earthen air rises
   yard by pine needle woods,
   gated daffodils by brownstone block
 
   let the burrs of our folly drop away
 
   let flowery stem understand
   again the purpose of blue sky
 
   and let sun's rays dispel
   all that fruitless taking of the land.

 
   LIGHT COMES ON THIS WAY:

   when the marigolds take October dawn's
   sun rays in their fold,
   the deepest colors of this world
   go electric with illumination
 
   and when first light
   reveals dust on the mirror,
   this is a blatant
   yet necessary exposé
 
   Light comes on this way:
   with natural flamboyance,
   or a cartoon lightbulb of an idea,
   a waterless river's rush,
   as purest memory,
   as the kindness of strangers
   that is no longer enough to rely upon.



Each month features a different poem plus another on the back cover, and the calendar highlights double-exposure photos which create amazing overlay effects.

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  from 2007 Poetry & Art Calendar

   POEM by Edgar Carlson >>>>>
 

       A WISHBONE ADMIRING A POMEGRANATE

When astronomy came down the timberline
The hatchling thoughts of Homo ergaster
Stood upright to teethe on the heavens
Sirius, Luna, and Mars walked among our ancestors
Picking up ticks and burrs and names

A cro-magnon woman
The Moroccan Eve
The Mother of Mitochondria
Red mouth chomping up a red heaven
Squats against a rock
Laughs at stars unloosened from her bowels

The hide cut with splintered stone
Carcass butchered, the meat set aside
The bones cooked and cracked
Mouth full of sticky marrow
A shaman is speaking to silver fish
A chip of bone in the red pulp on his tongue
The Comet of Altamira in the firmament
He invokes these signs to flesh his valley
And coerce the earth to contraction

In the ultra-modern era
It is vogue to think
Beauty is what will be intact
Or better yet restored
When the stars have no name again
As if nature were just a skin
Not the juicy fruit revealed
Not the delicacy of our tasting it  

Beauty is not a quirk
In the genes of the beholder
Nor sanctity of the Thing-In-Itself
Nature intact and unmolested
Without human impact
A log fallen in a forest
Without human ear to tine
The hollow of its heartwood

It is the offspring of our closeness
A knee jerk in our egg mass
A loose angel we lunge at in a wishing well
A loose angel in the keel of our grip
A loose angel we release back into the mainstream
No longer belonging to Nothing

              
         after reading Franz Wright’s “From A Discarded Image”
        
                           © 2006-2008 Edgar Carlson

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