A bootleg postcard-- the adventure begins

When the World Ends, the Adventure Yowsas!

When the World Ends, Our
Greatest Adventure Begins.

Yowsa!
So here’s to you Mrs. Robinsong. It’s Spring, what can
I say? Sun’s shining, birds warble. Pippa passes.

Sun Yat-sen was a uniting figure in post-Imperial China.
In a flea market in Taiwan, I come across what appears
to be a bootleg postcard. Words & music by Barry Yorganev. (?)
I think that's the name, i remember his style. Naturally
I confront the owners. At first, they’re blasé.

Not for long.

They call me a white devil (it stings like a butterfly).
I blush. “All words belong to all people!” they shriek.

Agh! Li Po said that. But, Sun had not been trained
in the classics, and the gentry would not accept Sun into
their circles. So-- Generalissimo Sun began to call for the
abolition of the monarchy and the establishment of
a republic. Hey, what would you do, dear?

Even now, that aforementioned shriek haunts me.

Still, Sun's portrait adorns Taiwan’s NT$100 bill.

February Fury

 

 

 

The Boxes of Eastwick

Boxing Day, origins & poetri

Boxing Day, presumably, started in England in the Middle Ages.
So... Many scholars believe that the holiday was created
because servants were required to work on Christmas
but had the following day off.

The following day, when they were leaving to return to their families, their employers would present them with gifts (enclosed, like, you know-- in boxes).

And a good time was had by all.

It was Dan Propper's contention that, in a world of inverse enclosure, a matchbox might serve as a prison for the entire universe.

Finally, it's said that John of Houten is credited with having made the very first box back in 786. A.D.

See:
http://www.webspawner.com/users/morenewpoetri/

Bronze Age

Giant Sculptures by Dali Inscaped on Alps Mountaintop

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Outside the Keystone Restaurant, time
stands still for a moment. Woozy, WAVY. Tock.

Tick. A breeze, not a sequence. Skop. Gu. Caesar Romero
blowin’ in the wind. Like a 50s movies’ trailer, stunning,
and riveting, but not necessarily fluid. CURT. Like
ebb tide, quicker than the eye. Wavier.

Yesterday, in/ aloof November, I sensed/ a rainbow. And
watched a myriad of woozy crows drift...
searching for SOLACE in a sunset. Wavier? Glass and water
function-- source[s] of creation and destruction,
life and death. Hey!
glass is a joyous and paradoxical thing, & as good a substance
as any to build a groove on.

Homina, homina, homina-- aquatic immersion of luminosity
and/or extreme purification of sin

& zo, I’m thinkin’ that WHILE, indeed, glacier flows/ to sea,
it flows, in declaration, like all frozen things, merely
back to itself, to its own source.

ABATING. Progression describes a series of actions which
are not organized into distinct subgrouping.
Both water and the past abrade the land. Planes of reality
are intangible, inevitable,
inevitable, natural, and mysterioso.

& a fade emphasizes the elliptical continuity of these needy
constructions, allusions. CLICK! Frangibility=
a kiss/ to build a dream on.