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Sunday, December 18, 2016

New Audio Recording Release - Dawn M. Nevills

AVAILABLE NOW! $9.99 - just in time for Christmas!

poetry favourites read aloud - Vol. 1

Read aloud by Dawn M. Nevills

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In this volume:

Swinburne, Malloch, Arnold, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Sandburg and others!

poetry favourites read aloud   - Vol. 1  Dawn M. Nevills

                                         

Sunday, December 11, 2016

W. H. Auden - Tell Me The Truth About Love (documentary)

Sylvia Plath Interview.

Lady Lazarus--Read By Sylvia Plath

Poetry and Co-dependency: The Poetry of Sylvia Plath - Professor Belinda...

Sylvia Plath reads "Tulips"

Peter Gabriel - Sky Blue (Growing Up Live)

Peter Gabriel - Big Time

The Weeknd - Starboy (official) ft. Daft Punk

The Weeknd "Earned It"

The Weeknd "Earned It"

The Weeknd - Earned It (Fifty Shades Of Grey) (Lyric Video)

Brad Pitt Hilarious Moments

"Breakdance Conversation" with Jimmy Fallon & Brad Pitt

The Evolution of Dad Dancing (w/ Jimmy Fallon & Gov. Chris Christie)

The Evolution of Dad Dancing (Late Night with Jimmy Fallon)

Evolution Of Mom Dancing (w/ Jimmy Fallon & Michelle Obama) (Late Night ...

Bruce Springsteen & Jimmy Fallon: "Gov. Christie Traffic Jam" ("Born To ...

The Doors Sing "Reading Rainbow" Theme (Late Night with Jimmy Fallon)

The Ragtime Gals: "SexyBack" (w/ Jimmy Fallon & Justin Timberlake) (Late...

Brad Pitt - The Ragtime Gals: I Wanna Sex You Up (Late Night with Jimmy Fallon)

"Balls In Your Mouth" With Jimmy Fallon & Eddie Vedder (Late Night with ...

Styx - Lady

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The Day After

As a shocked U.S. - and a concerned world - reviews its response and electoral duty to maintain  what is supposed to be the best and most possible about recovery, aspiration, and The American Dream, the fondness with which yesteryear is recalled - that feeling of stability and warmth and progress that comes from the best of the traditional - do not include, in 2016, being a Stepford Wife, a doorstop, or that nice lady on the front of the syrup, as an excuse or replacement for being robbed, maimed, tormented, and financially abused. The little old ladies bankrupted by the AGF scandal will not sign to make the transition easy, despite being bullied......again.

The real concern now will be the world's response to the regression of progress.  And it will come, along with a disturbing cultural divide and a widening, saddened gap between the extremes of political viewpoints, unfortunately - just as we had begun to build bridges of understanding.

Let us hope that that does not extend to debate, at a time when the seeking of knowledge to avoid repeated mistakes will be more valuable then ever, from an inexperienced, arrogant, and bewildered non-statesman.

And women, one hopes, will not begin to view themselves as complete once their child-bearing responsibilites have come to an end....and their life as an adult, in an adult world, begins - no matter who insists on keeping us there for their own convenience and ineptness.
 

Sunday, November 6, 2016

"Alive and Kicking" - Simple Minds

https://vimeo.com/65883540

Lyrics to "incandescent blue" by Christian artist and musician, Bruce Cockburn

I sneaked across the border -- it was threatening rain --
So I could stand in this tunnel, waiting for the roaring train
And watch those black kids working out kung fu moves
If you don't want to be the horses' hoofprints you got to be the hooves
Hear that lonesome violin play
See the notes float up into the overcast
And change to white birds as they sail on through
And soar away free into incandescent blue
People getting ready behind all those rectangles of light
"Put on your grin mask, babe, you know we're steppin out tonight"
You hear that sound, like hammers only small?
It's what the people's heads say when they beat them against the wall
Hear that lonesome violin play
See the notes float up into the overcast
And change to white birds as they sail on through
And soar away free into incandescent blue
Concrete vortex sucks down the wind
It's howling like a blinded violin.
Oh -- tongues of fire, come and kiss my brow
If I ever needed you, well I need you now
Hear that lonesome violin play
See the notes float up into the overcast
And change to white birds as they sail on through
And soar away free into incandescent blue

The Case for Hillary Clinton - The Quiet Canadian Speaks

I have pondered, mightily - and with a certain wonderment - why, in these last hours, anyone would find themselves in a quandary, as far as voting for President of the United States.

I think that one must, needs be, examine WHY they are voting, and, in doing so, and with a heart quieted by gentle, firm, and underestimated friendships, affirm, anew, the sensibility, (as we move, somewhat warily, and haltingly, forward) of like beings, within the confines of the human condition, and all its foibles, hopes, trials, strivings, and achievements.

At its simplest, one must seriously examine - like any good committee or observer or interviewer - the candidate for the job. Apart from any personal, traditional, non-traditional, religious or geopolitical "isms", we must simply look with fairness, with shrewdness, and with consideration, at who will DO the job;, who has continued in the midst of difficulty, who has the experience - Proven Experience - who has maintained, despite personal difficulty and setback, a presence and strength within other administrations where the Wheel has been in other hands.....in order to make those hands stronger, in the midst of faltering, and who maintains stability in the midst of trial and tribulation, while, at the same time, seeking counsel, considering it, and using their own considerable and formidable intelligence to find....The Way.

This has provided many doors for others looking for leadership, in ways and in moments of which we may be mightily unaware. It has protected human beings from ego and destruction, in places we cannot imagine, who sought refuge in its strength and comfort in its continuance. This is how human striving works: we strengthen each other in ways of which Wordsworth spoke, in hushed and sacred tones, as "life breath which moves through all things." The glow and the spark and the continuance in the face of true evil, are of God. The vows are real, and the loyalties are continuing, through Test.

When a reasonable human being, considerate and conscious of past work history, personal trials, loyalty, and steadfastness under pressure does this....there is no choice. The choice is Hillary Clinton.

As a woman, I have considered with quiet shrewdness, albeit longing, the idea of "firsts". The first of Indira Ghandi; the first of Joan of Arc; the first Roberta Bondar - astronaut and Anglican, (the last, like me, and yet, unafraid and hopeful).

Firsts are often romantic and idealistic notions of a real hope for progress and achievement beyond walls we cannot hurdle in ignorance, goals we are prevented from achieving, and potentials unrealized, because of barbaric assertions of insecurity and personal weakness on the part of those who promulgate and enforce this sensibility, in all walks of life.

There are first loves, first children, first steps, first failures, first deaths, first.....rejections.

But...this reaction to The First Madame President shows fear, not strength: weakness, not belief and encouragement, and the final, shared realization by Men of possibility, of new understanding, of true recognition of equality....of Life, when it happens.

It is a nod to the Maternal presence within tribe, the Regal unspoken and readily acknowledged responsibility of duty and expected strength in the cultures of ancient and longheld societies, only recently disrespected and forgotten. It is an easy and strong, linking of arms with Partner and Friend, with a deep understanding of personal weakness, of the appetite of power, but the true and lasting understanding of how we empower and strengthen each other in moments of doubt, even within the most private moments of grief in relationship, in perceived and possibly pitied moments of personal implosion from which we must recover and move ahead, through the excruciating and the malady of misunderstanding that is the pressure of Power. To do so, is to be Extraordinary, and Human.

 Many feminists, ripe with the fresh hurt of acknowledged failure in personal loyalties, misunderstand this - to our weakness, since I am one. Many young feminists take for granted the "normals" that they now enjoy, and so are alienated further from cultures - dangerously - having forgotten repression within their own. Rather than distancing ourselves from these moments, to acknowledge, share, and move through them mean that we recognize the foibles of humanity, and how the weaker among women still persist in believing themselves strong only when we become objects: of desire, of unrealistic platitudes, of decorative, useless function....of the moment.

They graduate beyond these images of themselves, as Hillary Clinton, humble in her pantsuits and spectacles, and bereft of the facade and glitz of a Donald Trump and his "hair sculpt"....which only covers virility, after all (she says, with an affectionate wink) showed us, as women. Her greatest concern was that this might show weakness, when she was, like most of us, intent on ....so many other things, frankly. Alas: the temptation of  glamour demanded the Ronald Reagan, the film star.....the Glamour Girl. Infuriated with its penchant for the Perfect Package, it forgot.....the Rock of Ages. The Rock of Ages made us homemade Halloween costumes, worked a double shift to pay for the school trip, gave us their favourite boots, when we couldn't swing the funds for a new pair, and needed them more.....real moments of real women....who didn't particularly need to call themselves REAL WOMEN....we just knew we were. We still do. We walk, unashamed, expecting respect, and acquiring it, for acknowledged participation, among Men.

We didn't compete with our brothers - we paved the way for them, stood as they walked towards us, walked beside them, spoke of others about their strengths and their suitability, proudly, and without guile, or jealousy, or untruth. We understood that beyond the envy and immaturity that is taught to so many women to prevent them from encouraging each other - and a product of fearful men who cannot share power - we finally understood that to be represented by them, was to finally have a face beyond that nameless, futureless, voiceless one: maimed, dispirited, laden with the wrong sexuality.......invisible.

The vessel is used by God, it is said. It is used by God, or used by Nemesis. Oh, that Nemesis did not steal an ending.

Gratefully, the woman's hand that finds another way, understands the bravado of Men, mourns loss but mourns an inability to Try Again, (often misunderstood within the body, proper), is the one that will not mock my consideration and my understanding.....of all these things, in Life - and my demand, that it is Capable.

Martin Luther King Jr. raises an ironic brow, approvingly, in my heart, in Defiance...in Bravery. It is a sober example of extremities of hope and Hatred, never forgotten. These are still Real in a confused and difficult world, however hopeful, but we must not show Fear in the face of what wants us to Fail, mocked.    

It means that Donald Trump's sudden inspiration in the organization and administration of progressive Immigration policies is a rather late, and somewhat sheepish, realization of the unsuitability of reaction in situations of grave consequence and political stability, however wellmeant and soberly considered. This will help no one in Def Con three.

Honey Boo Boo awaits its result, while the rest of the world quietly, and with renewed vigour, continues with the striving of progress - gritting and gruelling and objectionable as it sometimes gets -  when the Wheel changes Hands, understanding that all around is a deep understanding that that
Hand needs to be STEADY, in the face of unimaginable bullying and taunting.

Not one to bare teeth without followthrough....Mrs. Clinton is up to the task, surrounded by the wise
and the wonderful, the spirited and the destitute....still hoping.

The fear that somehow, Democrats do not defend the free, is simply - intruded upon as it might be at present - UNTRUE. In a room full of people with different views, bullying - no matter who does it - will always show itself to be itself, petty and desperate in its methods and its means, thwarted.  
and the wonderful, the hopeful and the destitute.....still hoping.  Still Dreaming. Still Defended. Still supported.

Still Alive. .....and kicking. Wink.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

all this time - sting

Sting - Love is The Seventh Wave

Why Should I Cry For You

Sting Inside

Sting - Inside

Sting: The Book Of My Life

A Thousand Years (Lyrics)

Daniel Lanois - Ice

DANIEL LANOIS - The Maker (Video)

Adele - Someone like you (OFFICIAL VIDEO LYRICS) HD Live from Brit Award...

Van Morrison - Someone Like You

Paul McCartney My Valentine Feat. Natalie Portman and Johnny Depp

Peter Gabriel - The Barry Williams Show (Official Music Video with lyrics)

Robbie Robertson - Somewhere Down The Crazy River

Testimony - Robbie Robertson

Night Parade - Robbie Robbertson

Robbie Robertson & U2- Sweet Fire Of Love

Robbie Robertson - Fallen Angel

Robbie Robertson Showdown At Big Sky (Official)

robbie robertson broken arrow

Robbie Robertson Go Back To Your Woods

Robbie Robertson What About Now

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Picture Perfect

Behold; the storied pastoral landscape, alive with singsong cricket and cicada's chirping,
Harbingers of the morning's larger, musicked throng.
In close ink of night, small residents of field and farm, pasture and portion, chortle the quiet ruminations undisturbed, and
sing the expected song of daily practice and expectation, in time with the murk of moontide.

And yet.....a pause in the mantra.

An eruption of thought, errant and long repressed; controlled harpy shriek and rage contained within the quiet certitude of docile social order - expressed groan of the land, expelled.

The polite certitude and smug assurance with which the imposition and carefully-structured drudgery is inflicted is precise; pointed....unrelenting and upheld with the same hands that
wave with vehemence "we hold these truths to be self-evident".....relaying with dull eyes a kind of vapid, blank acknowledgement of sound, like the lifelessness of a rosary strangled by rote, the words lost in the thick, viscous phlegm of an assured future of misunderstood freedom, choking on its mockery.

Expedience looms like sharpened shadows, reaching into and amidst the private dreams, the unpainted, still shock of the defiant rosebud, the bursting gladiola, the wild and winsome snapdragon, marking the expert boundaries of the furrowed rows with blinks of unbelonging and inappropriate, unfruitful beauty. Uncaring, the snapdragons frame the labour in portraiture of unsung greatness, decorative and momentary. They are crushed, suddenly, by a hard boot, unseen, while the wild and miniature hand close behind stops, delight in the tug that steals the unexpected petals to furtive, transported beauty in a cracked cup, its fragrance the childish hope of stronger comforting ghosts.

Far away, the groan washes the blowing earth in the grey light with eerie wail, rotes unheard, small hands stilled......boots crunching on scorched and jangling bones.

We are here, and here, and here, when winds carry siren songs of birds, and blood-washed soil reveals the lie of unquenched Death's unceasing thirst. And yet, we are nowhere, safe in the polite vanquishing of that step away that is a breath and silence of
nothing to do.

Dawn M. Nevills






 



Picture Perfect

Behold; the storied pastoral landscape, alive with singsong cricket and cicada's chirping,
Harbingers of the morning's larger, musicked throng.
In close ink of night, small residents of field and farm, pasture and portion, chortle the quiet ruminations undisturbed, and
sing the expected song of daily practice and expectation, in time with the murk of moontide.

And yet.....a pause in the mantra.

An eruption of thought, errant and long repressed; controlled harpy shriek and rage contained within the quiet certitude of docile social order - expressed groan of the land, expelled.

The polite certitude and smug assurance with which the imposition and carefully-structured drudgery is inflicted is precise; pointed....unrelenting and upheld with the same hands that
wave with vehemence "we hold these truths to be self-evident".....relaying with dull eyes a kind of vapid, blank acknowledgement of sound, like the lifelessness of a rosary strangled by rote, the words lost in the thick, viscous phlegm of an assured future of misunderstood freedom, choking on its mockery.

Expedience looms like sharpened shadows, reaching into and amidst the private dreams, the unpainted, still shock of the defiant rosebud, the bursting gladiola, the wild and winsome snapdragon, marking the expert boundaries of the furrowed rows with blinks of unbelonging and inappropriate, unfruitful beauty. Uncaring, the snapdragons frame the labour in portraiture of unsung greatness, decorative and momentary. They are crushed, suddenly, by a hard boot, unseen, while the wild and miniature hand close behind stops, delight in the tug that steals the unexpected petals to furtive, transported beauty in a cracked cup, its fragrance the childish hope of stronger comforting ghosts.

Far away, the groan washes the blowing earth in the grey light with eerie wail, rotes unheard, small hands stilled......boots crunching on scorched and jangling bones.

We are here, and here, and here, when winds carry siren songs of birds, and blood-washed soil reveals the lie of unquenched Death's unceasing thirst. And yet, we are nowhere, safe in the polite vanquishing of that step away that is a breath and silence of
nothing to do.

Dawn M. Nevills






 



Sunday, September 18, 2016

Rwanda's Untold Story 2014 BBC Documentary History Channel Full New

Rwanda's Untold Story 2014 BBC Documentary History Channel Full New

Rwanda Genocide BBC Documentary National Geographic Full New

Rwanda Genocide BBC Documentary National Geographic Full New

SHAKE HANDS WITH THE DEVIL: The Journey of Romeo Dallaire - my proffered gift to Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump

SAN JACINTO PETER GABRIEL

Peter Gabriel - Red Rain

Peter Gabriel - The Barry Williams Show (Official Music Video with lyrics)

Peter Gabriel - Sky Blue

Peter Gabriel - I Grieve + lyrics

Peter Gabriel - Biko

Peter Gabriel - Shock The Monkey

Peter Gabriel - Big Time

Peter Gabriel - Steam

Peter Gabriel-Sledgehammer

Peter Gabriel - In Your Eyes / Live HQ Lyrics

Shape of my Heart (Lyrics) [Sting]

A Thousand Years (Lyrics)

Love is the Seventh Wave (Lyrics)

Sting - Russians

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Artbound Presents Studio A: Daniel Lanois

DANIEL LANOIS - The Maker (Video)

Daniel Lanois - Shine

Daniel Lanois/Peter Gabriel - Come Talk To Me (early version)

Daniel Lanois | Fire

Van Morrison - Hymns To The Silence

Rave on John Donne - Van Morrison (studio)

rowan atkinson jesus

Warwick Davis meets Johnny Depp

Liam Neeson improv with Ricky Gervais, Stephen Merchant and Warwick Davi...

Lifes Too Short - Johnny Depp.

Earth Wind and Fire All In The Way

Simple Minds* Someone, Somewhere in Summertime

Simple Minds - Big Sleep

The Tubes "Amnesia" - The Brook 6/8/2015

Simple Minds BBC Breakfast 2015

SIMPLE MINDS Banging On The Door

Simple Minds - Rivers Of Ice

SIMPLE MINDS - Real Life (FULL ALBUM) (1991, CD) (HD/HQ audio) → each tr...

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Towards Democracy with Integrity

Much has been said about the ideals of democracy.

Its goals are lofty, its ideals are the stuff of the best of man's aspirations, practices, and beliefs, and its precepts - presumably, and by definition - are supposedly reflective of what its most precious values keep sacred, in the daily infrastructures of a free and just society.

And yet.....not until 1947 did Quebec officially recognize the equality of women, and allow them to vote. Think about that. Slaves were emancipated from the Deep South of the United States and FLED to this country ....and women could not participate, legally, in the official declaration of the idea of freedom, within the very democracy that supposedly rescued other human beings from institutional bondage.

For all of our discussions of language, inclusion, cultural representation, religious, sexual, and minority-driven equalities......the Second World War did not include women who could officially vote in Quebec. Little is said by a smug Nation about the reality of its history,and its treatment, of women.

Herded onto official plots of land deemed not threatening enough to deter "progress", blood percentage quotas were also "officially" imposed upon the main aboriginal inhabitants of the country by its "officials" in order to determine and institutionalize governmental subsistence, intertribal racism, caste mentality, and "dependences" which were encouraged and instituted as "equal", while instantly creating a "removed citizen" system which isolated, "zooed" and reduced its First Nations generationally. They created pogroms of the popular, with punishment-popular systems of accountability and shaming with little or no ways and means for governmental and operational foundation-building training....and then, having reduced recipients to recalcitrant child status, moaned about waste and accountability, when the imposed system began to implode. The well-crafted "problem child Frankenstein" failed to perform like the much-hoped-for sainted dancing bear.

  Only recently have some of these systemic norms been acknowledged, recognized, and exposed for the ways in which they have "retarded" normal societal growth and inculcated gross misunderstandings, terrible degradations, and complete ignorance about who, what and why the idea of "status" came to be in the first place.

Recent footage revealed the horrific poverty and alarming suicide rates of people in the Far North. More alarming, amidst supposed increases in connectivity and "available wealth" was, simply, a sense of hopelessness in the young....and the elderly. Removed from a knowledge of their own tradition, the void between the two, and the lack of understanding, had become vast, and disturbing.

Having been used up, wrung out, and exploited, the "discomfort" that is "the difficult Aunt" of representational democracy, having been patted on the hand and quietly shut up in the attic to pay off everyone's bills, would not go away, amidst the hypocrisy, the glamour, the new beauty, and the remembered hours of double overtime shifts worked, like most people, with the idea of it resulting in a life made better by work and effort. Alas....1947, a propensity for enjoying the practice of patronizing hope, and the convenience of "putting them uppity niggers to good use" saw the dignity, honour, and belief in the idea of service, denigrated and debased with a viciousness and focus usually reserved for a truly threatening enemy. Education, hope, and equality, responding in bewilderment, looked around in horror, and recognized how easily enslavement of "one for all the rest who found it convenient" - oblivious to the shadows of the six million gassed to death in a fever pitch of focused and furious group envy - was allowed to continue, unchecked.

The artist, aghast at the distortion of freedom and law, retreated, wounded.......

...and then, defiant at the outrage, demanded reparations; unrepentant, determined.....unrelenting.    









Canada Honors President Obama

President Barack Obama delivers stirring speech in Parliament

Friday, August 19, 2016

Let Us Play With Your Look: Anne Hathaway (Late Night with Jimmy Fallon)

Gwen Stefani Carpool Karaoke (w/ George Clooney & Julia Roberts)

Mind Link with Will Ferrell and Kevin Hart

Will Ferrell, Exotic Animal Expert

Life's too short Liam Neeson

Life's Too Short - Johnny Depp

The Box - Closer Together Official Video

Gary Numan - Are 'Friends' Electric?

Strange Magic

Electric Light Orchestra - Livin' Thing

Electric Light Orchestra - Mr Blue Sky

Gerry Rafferty - Right Down the Line

Sweet - Love is like Oxygen

My love is alive (Gary Wright ) original version

Jay Ferguson ~ Thunder Island

Sanford Townsend Band - Smoke From a Distant Fire

1978 Little River Band - Lady

REMINISCING, The Little River Band

Earth, Wind & Fire - I'll Write a Song for You

Earth Wind & Fire - Devotion - Reasons - Thats the way of the world - Si...

James Blake 'Retrograde'

James Blake - I Need A Forest Fire (ft. Bon Iver)

James Blake - My Willing Heart

Sky Sigh

I looked into the ink  of God and saw
The thoughtful eyes of moments ago
Reminding me of all that I had yet
To do
And in that instant
I flew
Higher
Under their gaze

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Nobody Does it Better

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Carly-Simon/Nobody-Does-It-Better/r_842746

"Tears Dry on Their Own" - gentle thoughts of damaged lives and new tomorrows with changed Men....by Dawn M Nevills

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Amy-Winehouse/Tears-Dry-On-Their-Own/r_590271

"Fake Plastic Trees" - an unexpected interpretation, by Dawn M. Nevills

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Radiohead/Fake-Plastic-Trees/r_777790

Thought for the Day

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Annie-Lennox-Al-Green/Put-A-Little-Love-In-Your-Heart/r_1080737

Friday, June 24, 2016

Prince Spiritual- The Love We Make, God, One of Us, The Ladder, The Cross

Prince - FallInLove2nite - Musc Video [HITnRUN Phase One, 2015]

Arne Sorenson, President and CEO of Marriott International

Chris Nassetta, CEO, Hilton Worldwide & Arne Sorenson, CEO, Marriott Int...

WE JAMMIN' - Geno D

Jack Black asks Sir Elton John to identify one of his own songs - The Gr...

Jack Black asks Sir Elton John to identify one of his own songs - The Gr...

Jack Black asks Sir Elton John to identify one of his own songs - The Gr...

Stileet WE RAKIN N' WE SCRAPIN!....OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YEAH!

Ronnie Butler I Am I Said

Simple Minds Hunter and the Hunted

Simple Minds - Big Sleep

Simple Minds* Someone, Somewhere in Summertime

Messenjah - Can't root up this tree

Arrested - Messenjah

Messenjah - Today We Pray Live

Shabba Ranks: Still Rules

Shabba Ranks-Lets Get It On

Shabba Ranks - Original Woman (Original)

Shabba Ranks - Rough Life

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Hockey Pome

Mine's a workaday thought, bound by matter.
When I close my eyes, I see it rise above the various pros and trons, electras and newts,
Winged, like all those
Higher Beings
I see pictures of, when I have a moment away from
Tidying Up.

All this order, and disorder....tidy, tidy tidy.
The rain broom sweeps the dust particles and glinted motes in the sunlight,
A reminder of the wondrous Moments, breathed into
When the matter took shape,
And Mattered.

Maybe the bees are confused, lately;
Gentle, cheery, ardent, focused:
A lot of things die when their example isn't followed.....
Joy, surprises, thoughtfulness, humour, steely possibles....Hope.....
All waiting.
It's different from constantly being
Benched.

D. Nevills
21June16

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Of Cheese and Wine and Love

Oh, if this dirt could blow a carbon image of dream's imagining,
Then I might curve around, star-like
A universe contained in the eyes
of
Undiscovered, known.

Woulds't thou see, in elements undetermined, form, and fan, and fly,
Amidst the shifting winds of Time?
These shells.....these shells we inhabit - these gifts of function -
Permit us to share Each Other.
In the doing, when our minds are allowed - oh, such Brevity, Darling Mine! -
Circumference completion.

There is no other explanation.
 In the circle's half, hands hold face, embrace,
Ignite
Find, Speak, Caress, Weep, Speak Again, Moan Lost Years,
Mature, Regress, Scream Moments Gone,
Embrace the Griefs of Other,
Comfort, Wish Pain Gone....and
Love.

As years pass, the vessels are imperfect, but
We see, as years ago, the beauty and fire that
Ignited the
Joining of spirit and Ardour
In a world of
Only Briefly,
and it is
Enough,
Beautifully.

Friday, June 3, 2016

Johnny Depp and Gwyneth Paltrow on Keeping a Straight Face

John Lennon - Beautiful Boy

John Lennon - Woman

Paul McCartney - My Love

Wings/Paul McCartney - Maybe I'm Amazed (HQ)

Paul McCartney's 'My Valentine' Featuring Natalie Portman and Johnny Depp

(Ryuichi Sakamoto) Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence - Sungha Jung

Kaori Muraji - 村治佳織 - Merry Christmas,Mr Lawrence

Forbidden Colours / Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence

Robin Williams on Letterman Post Surgery 2000

Santana - The Healer - 11/26/1989 - Watsonville High School Football Fie...

JOHN LEE HOOKER & SANTANA - The Healer

John Lee Hooker - "The Healer"

Circles and Halves

I wonder why Picasso called it
"Girl in a Mirror".

did he miss his breasts, or just wonder why they were missing?

did he just want to understand why no one would probably have bothered
to look at the painting if he'd called it

Self portrait of the surgically removed? having

denuded himself of his

feminine side, he needed to

pencil in all of the

internal organs

After all, it completed the

Hymn to the

Silence.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

PRAYERS FOR FORT MCMURRAY

Thoughts and prayers going out today for the terrified 61,000 people fleeing raging fires in Fort McMurray, Alberta today, as the military is called in to assist people trying to escape, after a major exit south of the city was blocked by fire earlier yesterday. This is the largest evacuation due to disaster in Alberta's history....please stay "Caring and Canadian", as people escape, literally from an 80-foot wall of flames with their lives. Please help when you can, and in whatever way you can, during this terrible and frightening time for them....!No prayer is ever wasted.

Monday, May 2, 2016

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Sunday, May 1, 2016

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Eric-Clapton/Running-On-Faith/r_983343

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Roberta-Flack/The-First-Time-Ever-I-Saw-Your-Face/r_972424
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Stevie-Wonder/Don%27t-You-Worry-%27Bout-A-Thing/r_994594

Saturday, April 16, 2016

"Jar Saids" live poetry reading by Dawn M. Nevills

https://www.reverbnation.com/dawnmnevills/songs?song_id=15735540

Monday, April 11, 2016

"Ribbon In The Sky"

http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Stevie-Wonder/Ribbon-In-The-Sky/r_994578#rid=994578

Fire and Ice

The exquisite ice of harbour cocoon,
Insistent as the protective parental arms of a a joined and fearless Omniscient Sentinel
Fiercely remind hearth and heart and hurt,
Stopped,
That green and good and go and giving
Inevitable and interdependent as the mystery of Love,
Are alliterative alerts
To the infinite and complex simplicity that is
God and All.

Simple Minds - Rivers Of Ice

Toto Africa Lyrics (high quality audio)

Ventura Highway by America with Lyrics

Right Before Your Eyes By America With Lyrics

SCTV Network with Robin Williams (11-26-1982)

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Will Ferrell Hilarious Acceptance Speech At The Mark Twain Comedy Award ...

Will Ferrell as George W. Bush....very funny

George Bush on Global Warming - Spoof by Will Ferrell

We Need More Cowbell

The Angry Elf extended edtition

Björk 107 Steps - The Therapy song. Smile.

Cvalda - Bjork

Björk - In The Musicals (Dancer In The Dark)

Björk - In The Musicals (Dancer In The Dark)

Quincy Jones Wee B.DoinIt 1989

Quincy Jones the places you find love....a little song about 10 year me, and my best friend, The City Coroner, Dr. SZabo. I used to think up weird ailments so I could go and ask him questions, when I was little. (I was kind of a weird kid. Grin.)

Beast Of Burden by The Rolling Stones.......all ye who are heavy and laden. He Lives.

The Rolling Stones - Waiting On A Friend - OFFICIAL PROMO

The Rolling Stones - Fool To Cry - OFFICIAL PROMO

A Better Resurrection - by Sylvia Plath (for Robin Williams.."one of the Good Williams"xo)

A Better Resurrection

by Sylvia Plath

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is like the falling leaf; O Jesus, quicken me.







a gentle note:

The person who you might mistake for not reacting enough
Might be holding shards together inside.

Never think for a moment kindness goes unnoticed. xo

Kate Bush - 50 Words for Snow Full Album

Kate Bush - Hounds of Love Full Album

Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill - Official Music Video

Peter Gabriel - Don't Give Up (ft. Kate Bush)

"Feather Fur and Fin" OFFICIAL VIDEO by Danny Michel

DANNY MICHEL "What Colour Are You?" | Soundboard.ca

Danny Michel - If God's On Your Side

Oleta Adams - "Everything Must Change"

Oleta Adams I've got to sing my song

Oleta Adams The Rhythm of Life (With Lyrics)

Dan Fogelberg - Leader of the band "with lyrics"

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Sting-When We Dance

Sting - Sacred Love

Embryonic Stars Emerge from Interstellar 'Eggs'

Embryonic Stars Emerge from Interstellar 'Eggs': Eerie, dramatic pictures from NASA's Hubble telescope show newborn stars emerging from 'eggs' -- dense, compact pockets of interstellar gas called evaporating gaseous globules or EGGs.

Deep Relaxation: Meditation Music and Ranier Maria Rilke Letters (soft s...

Deep Relaxation: Meditation Music and John Keats Poems (soft spoken poet...

Miles Davis - Tutu (That's What Happened - Live In Germany 1987)

Miles Davis & Chaka Khan: Human Nature (live in Montreux 1989)

Quincy Jones, Chaka Khan & Simply Red live - Everything Must Change

Jazz Corner Of The World/Birdland - Quincy Jones (1989)

Carmel - It's All In the Game

E. E. Cummings: Selected Poems | 92Y Readings

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Peter Gabriel - Come Talk To Me

Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer HD (1080p)

Peter Gabriel - Mercy Street

Paul Simon - Obvious Child

Paul Simon - Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes

Paul Simon - You Can Call Me Al

Steve Winwood - Higher Love ...oh yeah.

"My Love's Leavin" by Steve Winwood from Higher Love album HD

Dust - Steve Winwood with the greatest of respect. lol.

Towards the Renewed Possible - A Strategy by Dawn M. Nevills

     Amidst the skimmed burp of information daily perused, inhaled and sifted like a bakery on alert for weevils, Everyman ponders the sensibility, sensitivity, and viability of the Renewed Possible.

........We have called it many things: The National Dream; Hope in a Handset (having tired, heretofore, of the other "wringing", and, thus, accordingly, seeking both feedback and the rest of the shaking and gesticulations bursting forth in a "moment and meant" of  seemingly futile postulation);The New Deal (modern accoutrements and accompaniments notwithstanding, translation-wise) - and yet, what we seek within a larger framework of societal structure, stabilized, a new "pattern and possible" in geopolitical, industrial and economic growth, and a "better tomorrow" which includes us, as human beings, as well as what sustains us, flora and fauna specifically, is indeed, that elusive thing called "definitive viability." We need a plan that is workable, both short and long term; kind to the sensitivities and predilection for encouraged optimism and individual entrepreneurism, (however snuffed out, spiritually, in the best possible sense, notwithstanding) - which responds to both change, immediate need, and economic sustainability, generationally; but also one which sees the present day within the context and framework of both gradual -  and immediate - change. In some cases, this might just be the best possible combination - much to the astonished surprise of the current tech gurus - of something much, much more than "the latest and greatest." 

One seeks to assess, (like any immediate reality), both strengths and weaknesses, whilst recognizing both the significance of a very real "World Political Forum"(which is a reality very different in the age of technology, than what was known by our forebears, in the age of Globe-shrinking communication), while simultaneously building, encouraging, and including those progressing and those struggling, within what we, as human beings, might sensitively term, our "Shared Garden".

What is true, known, and inherently contingent upon our ability to simply "get along", is our acknowledgement of this, JOINTLY, in something which the ardent environmentalist vehemently shocks to enforce, in an age of both renewed effort and recognition of our surroundings, and our very continuance as a species.

But this is simply not enough, and without the complementary approach of presenting both problem and viable paths to help and renewal, this often creates the "us and them" mentality upon which so very many political screaming matches are based. Sadly, both are breathless at argument's end, but no closer to actually solving the problem.

While the lauding of financial efforts and genuinely heartfelt and charismatic, singular, and focused and mountain-moving protections which one enthuses will meet with the necessary considerations by the Everyman of Everday, at the very least, we must, needs be, make it POSSIBLE to achieve these things in the average person's life, in everyday, but MAKE POSSIBLE by means of the political tools at our disposal, the same in the larger forums in which this impact is truly going to make an impact. Anything else will simply not make enough difference, fast enough. This is not a defeatist attitude, it simply requires that the recognition of it means gradual change - not necessarily in patterns of movement - but in the kinds of things we do and the kinds of ways we move about - in order to truly prove our merit as a society of creative and intelligent industrial artistry. The grinder will hone his craft, even as his tools change with the structure upon which he bases his fine tuned skills and eye for specific detail and structure. The craftsman delights, and is reborn.

     It is within this framework that Kyoto was born, and many embraced and ardently incorporated it in the ways and mean by which they sought to begin these efforts on an individual level, but we cannot, anymore, destroy economies by alienating the very industries and geopolitical industrial machines and cogworks which give Everyman every day, every pay. He must work, must feel moved to do so, must feel an important part of the larger framework, and must still feel free to both discuss, develop and make possible the kinds of solutions which our forefathers saw as something as simple as "meeting a need." Our needs our much more complex, but our ethics, both industrially and socioscientifically, as Einstein pointed out, must always consider the reality that invention, however wellmeant, might well be exploited in harmful ways. In translating this towards human development, the recognition of this in industrial creativity, at its rewarded best, must begin to include these ethics, but also, to begin to INCORPORATE this brilliance within the everyday PRODUCTS which the consumer is able to afford. We are not lacking in brilliance, only in large scale overhaul, made impossible by absurd absences of economic irresponsibility at the CEO level, goal sharing that ignores the public's desire for that same, and refuses to make it part of the "economical family transport with the latest smart design" fueled by the neighbourhood entrepreneur who is actually able to get it off the ground - just like in days of old - because it is made possible, and sustainable, along with good old fashioned reliable hard work, and reliability.

That fine line we walk between progressive scientific development and what we "ought not" to do grows complicated in an age of gene-splicing, DNA mystery plundering, and a new internalization of the map of ourselves, but we must not, I fear, be consumed with the fantastic majesty of the miraculous complexity of humanity, to the detriment of its continuance. Others might well call this, in a considered age of astounding consumerism, an expected lifestyle, and expectation of plenty, (sometimes without much effort, frankly), as a matter of course, "extended navel gazing", but I like to think of it as unfocused healing: in our "mapquest of ourselves", we have, oftentimes, actually lost sight of what actual goal we were headed towards, rather arrogantly, in many cases, and, in combination with the predilection for all things technological, lost sight of electrical impulse and renewed mobility (much to our amputees' dismay), and thought ourselves the Gods of replication and route, achieving, ultimately.......a large consumption of capital wealth and not very much bloody healing. The result? The poor embrace the contraction of venereal diseases as a viable way out of poverty, having abandoned any real hope, in their lifetime, of the education, everyday work, and impetus to continue to achieve both, towards what we like to call a "balanced lifestyle". That ten years of a shortened life could have eradicated cancer, but needs to pay skyrocketing student loans with no practical opportunity for "real time" spent in "real life" - not (do parden me, with the greatest respect for those making burn units the first step towards a new face, and a new hope) the latest "lift" because we need to still look 29, when, dammit......we are bloody well 52, and should be creating a respect for it, not a denial of its reality. This is a symptom of a lack of respect for all things which should be cherished for what they are, instead of remaining, like the man who thinks nothing of himself if he is not the Pride and Prowess in Performance, and can only ever go out, in his own mind,  with a bang, because he can never be allowed to mellow, like fine wine, and comfortably and warmly walk gently into that good night, happily swearing up a storm in the dust of his legacy - and missed, in his absence, unapologetically. He has suddenly discovered the imposed perfection of Today's Woman - and discovers that he might actually like to have a witty conversation, after all....

Leaders like President Obama, recognizing the significance of both everyday necessity, having not either lost touch, or lost sight, of the working poor who continue to operate within the "serving generation" - which will only grow, as the populace ages - take on the monumental task of both bolstering the infrastructure which empowers society, while simultaneously trying to ensure the healing of its broken, the care of its aging, and curbing the sometimes antagonized Establishment who has, (having been placed in that role on so many occasions)become weary of being referred to as "The Source" and "To Blame", while simultaneously still being expected to carry the burden of society economic stability. I call this the "I'll take the cheque but slap the cheek" syndrome:not a particularly healthy daily reality between Everyman, and Everyday Work - and, frankly, achieving nothing but widening the usual finger-pointing gap between what we conveniently label "the Problem", while doing nothing to help what we automatically assume is to blame: ourselves and each other. How could anyone possibly love us as Ourselves?

One such example is the Auto Industry. Bolstered by the recognized irresponsibility of a seemingly unaccountable Wall Street hierarchy which might well have engineered its own - never mind everyone else's - economic implosion, were it not for the refusal of the Everyday to prioritize million dollar bonuses before meeting the payroll of the guy struggling to pay the required medical insurance premium (and you know who you are, while thousands of your colleagues lost pensions, jobs, and, in some cases, everything they owned, to the very small percentage of complete apathy which spoke, or showed, nothing of the kind of Promise or Purpose in its CEO leadership that still exists, praise God, in this world), it nearly imploded, simply as a direct result of what used to be the norm: REAL corporate leadership.

     In an age when the individual is often stifled, while truly seeking to motivate, simply as a result of a motley collection of the following - named with the Tome-inherent and gentle smile of a Lollipop Captain all grown up and chewing on a spliff stub, defiantly: jealousy(my personal favourite); personal insecurity, (often tied to both racism, sexism, and a "disappeared" belief in one's potential for anything, but certainly anything that involves actual WORK); respect for what has gone before - but more, a genuine affection, patience, and interest in why things didn't work, and why some things that DID work, were often totally misunderstood, as well as abandoned, much to our detriment; and an interest in larger issues than delving into the thirty second opposing thumbs tweet of people's personal lives, movements, and "verbal ejaculations", which often translates into the same appetite for instant gratification that has turned our children into allergic, paranoid, overly-worldly, manic depressive examples of a combination of overprotectiveness and frustration on the part of their overwrought parents - who are obsessed with other people's personal lives, instead of where their own might be headed....because....well....that's what you do, isn't it?

     Remember when getting a cold did not instantly spread fears of either dying of Aids or instantly developing complications of flesh-eating disease?

     Granted, the shrinking of our world has made us acutely aware of both lifestyle expectation, and the bereft, but this has had some very shocking results: Ebola and Rwanda are a disgusting example of our generation's complete ignorance and incompetence, tribally, socially, economically, and from a simply human perspective. We speak of conditions like H.I.V. with a plethora of handwringing, while degrading our societal infrastructure, simaltaneously, in a desperate attempt to return balance and maintain stability, while the conscience of the Superrich is politely held, along with their attention, for the requisite five minutes, along with C-span's latest froth, and the movement of binary shares for today's burst of greatness.

     There is nothing about sustained growth, sustained effort, mutual goals, recognition of real effort, recognition of the reliable - and more, THANKS for it, and its quiet diligence - while always expecting it to, as Keanu Reeves states it, "show up, man".

     The other half of the world, scrabbling to walk the six miles to collect sticks for firewood in an atmosphere of daily hostility, the reality of rape in the face of survival - something simply unacceptable and an insult to any Faith practice, religion, or society who speaks of Love, and yet allows this by its own, towards its own, as an examply of ignorance, Fear, and reaction to perceived lack of power and control, politically - and NOTHING else - regardless of Saint, Martyr, Founder, or Saviour as its source and example, stricken with the same conditions, watch in bewilderment, as what was the bulwark of rescuing the most desperate,  becomes a shameful example of its dissolution and desperation.

     The Superrich, polite and affable, watch, sometimes affected, sometimes feared and fearful, but only insofar as their capacity for genuine change and concern is not taxed, overmuch, or challenged, while its source - a REAL SHARED HEART which does not exclude them from the reality of The Possible which seeks its capabilities and action - not moved by enmity, or discouraged by increasing hostility, but stimulated by its own inherent heroic nature, insofar as its shared belief that the YES YOU CAN has, as its example....THEM. This does not make them the enemy, it makes them the model, and those shoes, newly fitted, become a very real, and joyfully celebrated DAX, (I pun for fun, reference notwithstanding) for today's man or woman - but beautifully worn, resoled, and reheeled with loving care. They are well-travelled, having sought to be so, and understand its very real importance - not simply as status, but for a new understanding of how precious places, and people, and moments, then suddenly become. It is a staggering moment of recognition for some, within the confines and configurations of daily accumulation, but an instant of Joy, when it occurs.

We are jointly denuded morally, and astoundingly, very much the same, that Superrich and I: astounded at how we got there - or here, or here - but mostly unsurprised that two people with all the same basic parts could end up in such different circumstances.

We cannot seem to find that Dear Bridge that connected us both to ourselves, each other, and our humanity, try as we will: the superrich become increasingly insulated, distant and weary of blame, not celebrating capacity to "figuratively move mountains" any more, but only disturbed, occasionally, and uncomfortably, by their lack of will to do so. We become a culture of Punishment and Blame, instead of a Bastion of Effort and Achievement, which requires effort, but measures achievement very differently, when the day is done. We lose the "They did it, I can too" impetus, the gentle coaching that did not heavy-handedly demand an expected course of personal attainment, but sought to allow room, provide opportunity, encourage both successes and the reality of "get up and try again, except perhaps this way, this time", NOT as indicators of failure, but measures of sometimes uncontrollable, external, and beaten odds against giving up. We fall down, and we get back up. We learn from these experiences, but we don't castigate imperfection and destroy, mangle and suffocate spontaneity and idea.

The viability of the Master's Program in Business Administration should, needs be, when it has a Political Focus, include the dissertation which strives, at its base, to simaltaneously, discuss both gradual, and immediate changes required in an economic base which seeks, as its goal, to both embrace transition, while recognizing that total tech means the death of many things, when mishandled and erroneously presupposed as "totally necessary", while providing no reinvestment, industry-wise, in grid-bolstering, energy source production, and recycling which demand the same ethics from production to recycle as do its industrial-producing corporate counterparts - and yet they, too, can be found in the dump, abandoned, ignored, and an example of both the absence of wasteproduction ethics, and the reality of not investing in real, achievable, sustainable developments like solar power, which make its own continuance, generationally, a real source of job stability. The success stories should include the "cycle of use" magnum opus that - like waste production - does not see its outmoded efforts lying on the beaches of third world nations, like plastic bottles washing up on a filthy body of polluted water, but, instead "dropped off and rewarded like the simplicity of another need - a good glass of beer" and dropped off, like used eye glasses, in an era of recycled that often includes, sadly US: ask Uber.

     The trick is the "Us and Them". Pink Floyd saw it as a spatial problem, contemplating that the "ordinary men" might well see a way, but the Auto Industry cannot develop, if its top people cannot both reinvest - like the computer industry - in development which embraces both gradual, and immediate, development, because it feels demonized as an industry, instead of the Pioneers of both yesterday AND tomorrow, as the result of retooling, retraining, renewing, and restoring. Wrested from the greed of an uncaring control, its bewildered and hopeful working man and woman see the struggles of its President and Protector, besieged by the insanity of disdain within an industry, and the absence of concern from the criminal made so by a lack of will within themselves to feel the nagging voice of their inner expressing discomfort at the exploited barrio and the stifling tenements. Rising above it - literally - they will not recognize their own power and ability to be a part of renewal, instead of removed from where many of them actually originated. I make no judgement, having seen miraculous change in the most astoundingly unexpected soul, only remark on its place within the overall process. They are aware of the hypocrisy of their own apathy, even more than the so-called "morally upright". We are all, at the end of the day, sinners. We can only progress towards a different Self. That, too, is Possible in a Finite and infinite sensibility without which we are simply still Dust, as Steve Winwood so beautifully sang. The song has new meaning, having become more than its basest indicator or impetus, erroneously.   

     Granted, the immediacy of environmental processes and fossil-fuel source-seeking which embraces - not antagonizes and ignores - the reality of fresh water as inherent for our SPECIES survival, as well as getting there to admire "how pretty it is", and sees, as part and parcel of its corporate agenda, the latest and brightest in safety and process brilliance in engineering which is REWARDED, not PUNISHED, for its innovation, by realities like TAX CUTS and gentle BEHAVIOURAL MODIFICATION which REWARDS it,  as an industry, cannot do so without tangible efforts steered by encouragement, and demanded, by a public shaken by the voices that speak of dwindling resource and include, within its parameters......US.

     The reality of the small addition of recharging stations at the corner gas station are VIABLE, along with solar powered panels on city vehicles - with an immediacy that recognizes the very REAL danger of inner city smog, while recognizing that renewed accessibility to public transportation by government planners who actually CARE about the populace getting to work,  by making it POSSIBLE for the poor to GET THERE, via these trains, trolleys and trike-stop-journeys, are not at odds with the ability, and the ingenuity, of developments which do not kill us while we prove how fast we can get there, over the long term. Envisioning this moves to "the possible", by means of the "makings of men": the information highway is only one way by which transitways are strengthed, goods move, and people can make a living. We can not dream them there as a reality, and we must recognize that fear of moving on to the monumental task of industry refurbishment and DOING will NOT come by starving the industry, glutting the market, and making the bottom drop out of the economy because we are not using both hands to create our pottery masterpiece, while simultaneously lambasting the already head-banging, opining, and beleaguered necessity of an intelligent populace who suddenly recognize that the only thing stopping this from happening is the same thing as other generations: entrepreneurs.

What is the capital loan system doing to encourage the growth of this, whilst lining their pockets with million-dollar bonuses? NOTHING. Realities like Kiva, in desperation, flourish in dire places of need, because "field inspection" is no longer part of an investment banker's sense of "empowering  dreams" - and, frankly, because as a result of not including him or her in it, they have become insular, insulated, and removed. We have ourselves to blame, for not demanding different, creating it - and getting it. We are intellectually lazy, effort-impatient (personally and methodically, having not been made respectful of its steady, reliable and stable value)and......as well as underestimated, even in our own opinions of ourselves, having been slammed repeatedly in every instance of actual leadership, despondent with a sensibility which does not value the Dream-made- reality, even while that small glimmer remains, flourishes, and quietly continues to create Hope, even in the most beautifully unexpected places, and from the astonished and momentary free time of the Creative Thinker, encouraged.

Not to bemoan supposed apathy, but, rather, to analyze its source, at last, we can truly understand that the everything is connected to the Whole, and the Everyman, both methodical - not mechanical - in meshing Hope, Reason, Effort and, most importantly, HEART in the inexplicable joy of expressions of that same, creates His or Her own ultimate work of art - Continuance, unmarred and shaken - but happily so - while respecting that the Garden, having been provided with the capability to sustain, is moved by the inexplicable Source of all that Reason, Glory and Renewal make possible in the best possible Wordsworthian sense. It is, with gentle inclusion of the cynicism of the Dawkin, while yet, understanding that that lies more in frustration, than actual, solid and complete unbelief of the Possible, when all the arguments are unravelled, fully -  that Spirit, undiminished, which created Tintern Abbey as a testament to the Ultimate Greatness, while not seeking to diminish, or destroy, but, rather, to respectfully map, with Einstein's great care and caution, the intricacies of the starlight that showed us the same carbon element that Breath made as Potter's vessel, unhampered, sustained, and encouraged - the We that is still The People, aware of something, much, much Greater - like our Tomorrow.              

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Glaced

It was the finger of light that drove him,
Maddening whisper of almost-touch, a breath away - a world away,
Reaching into his gut and birthed by it,
Moving beyond shells,
Beneath the garbage and eaves of the undergrowth of the growing,
Moss-hewn, heavy with life and sorrow - eyes old with Grief;
Rock silent..

Within its secret societal whisper he became quieted,
Shocked by presence,
Loved by lightning,
Ice flamed,
....Everywhere..

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Chocolate Logic

Chocolate comes from cocoa.

Cocoa comes from a tree.

This makes it a plant.

Therefore.....chocolate counts as salad.



The end.  (laughter)


Sunday, January 17, 2016

Self-prescribed


Emperor, thou hast seen the pierce of song eyes in the darkling mind, conjured.

Nightingale, nightingale...my eyes have seen a bird in every tree;
and every tree a gaudy mess - 'tis none of thee, he says in the grey shadows.
.
The shells we build around ourselves - skin, and careweight, like shields -
Invisible reaction to all we ingest and excrete psychically,
Absent building blocks of an automatic stop sign
For the world to obey.

The world, being of itself, but not in it, will not. Oblivious, it continues its barrage of aphorisms, analysis, and skirmish, feeding the carnage diet of Dr Feel Safe - but won't ever -  until
We are sick with the excess caloric kill rate;
Weak with our ability to erase creativity in an instant
In five hundred million different ways;
.....but too timid to fingerpaint, until it feels older.

A pen; a brush, a calligraphy stylus; a soldering iron, Potter-like with zealous spark ignited,
Repairing intricate silver shards into a mesmerizing accessory;
Accessorizing discarded shrapnel into exquisite glamour, in mockery of its
Arm candy quality, with defiance, like military industrial complex roadkill, recycled;
Elegant on the arm and on the ears of
A plump, elegant
Smile.

Jury, Jewry, Jewel in Sanskrit crown, unfurled.....artisan, cradled.
The exercise in expansion and prescription, trouble and cure, self-realized...
Self prescribed.

Poetry: ecstatic excess of a controlled substance,
Soothing.
Exquisite warble meld, sated.