Hidden Fields: Book 2

Field O’ Wisdom {01/21/06} [024] For Rupert Chawner Brooke, & John Fletcher “The strong sea-daisies feast on the sun.” ---Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909), The Triumph of Time “I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave---thank God for the quiet grave---O! I can feel the cold earth upon me---the daisies growing over me---O for this quiet---it will be my first.” ---John Keats (1795-1821), Joseph Severn: letter to John Taylor, 6 Mar 1821 “What though the field be lost?” ---John Milton (1608-1674), Paradise Lost, bk.i, l.105 Scene): Vincent van Gogh (1853-90), “Field of Flowers near Arles” 1888, Richard Leblanc, “Valley of Sunflowers” 1998-2008, Philip Enticknap, “Sunflowers Field, Umbria” 1998-2008, & Charles Vess, “Beyond The Fields We Know” 1998-2008 Drama): “Mehr Licht!” ‘More Light!’ --- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832), Supposed to be his Last Words, 1832 Music): Joaquin Taboada, Evoking Something Near (Emotive) (2007), Iannis Xenakis, Nomos Alpha (1966), & Joachim Raff, Symphony No. 9 in E Minor “Im Sommer” Op. 208 (1878) On an early ’summertide, you step Into a field of bright ’flowers daisies Dancing before the sun as you walk Into this new place, daisies are; then They reach for you specially, even Intimately, perhaps, they all attempt To know you, discover you and give You experience. Oh, they all want To find your life force knowingly, And to instill you with love, more Love o’ life… Later, time passes and something Changes; these daisies again Attempted to touch your face As you reach for them to know Them just for awhile; after, you Examine them, realizing they are The epitome of life, and love, And even aspects of wisdom Experienced; finally, you arrive At the blue field of your forefathers Just beyond the afar green hills, And mountain’s sides where in Esse your thoughts are ne’er lost. An Alpha Beta Thought {03/10/90} [011] For Elizabeth Barrett Browning, George Crabbe, Charles Cotton, Pablo Picasso, & Ted Hughes “But there was one Elephant---a new Elephant—an Elephant’s Child---who was full of ‘satable curtiosity, And that means he asked ever so many questions.” ---Rudyard Kipling (1865-1935), Just So Stories, “The Elephant’s Child”, 1902 Scene): Salvador Dalí, “The Elephants” c.1948 Drama): “I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.” “For the life to come, I sleep out the thought of it.” ---William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night’s Dream , act 4, sc.1, l.43, 1595; The Winter’s Tale, act 4, sc.2, l. 30, 1623 Music): Dr. Jeffrey Thompson, Alpha Relaxation System, (The Relaxation Company) (1999), Joe Bongiorno, Introspect (Somewhere Within) (2007), & Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Symphony No. 21 in A Major, K134 (1772) As I write near sleep, wie gewöhnlich--- I see things come from the tip of my pen. The black ink fills the white page, thus--- An image and images become real, I see Elephants, which are black, then brown Run apace off the page beyond my hand Into the next room and make nasal noises, Sings, of course, for some peanuts I know. Because the blares are made by my pen Also, the peanuts are created beyond, are Placed real in their children’s heads…. MySelves {12/02/06} [025] For Lionel Trilling, John Hoyer Updike, & Toni Morrison “Dreams wherein often we see ourselves in masquerade.” ---Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882): “The Over-Soul,” Essays: First Series, 1841 “Anger and tenderness: my selves. And now I can believe they breathe in me as angels, not polarities.” ---Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929- ), A Wild Patience Has Taken Me This Far, “Integrity”, 1981 “True to oneself! Which self? Which of my many…hundreds of selves?…There are moments when I feel I am nothing but the small clerk of some hotel Without a proprietor, who has all his work cut out to enter The names and hand the keys to the willful guests.” ---Katherine Mansfield (1881-1923), Journal entry, Apr, 1920 “Galactic forces, waves of sound and energy swirl around randomly, settling into multiple focal points. The birth of ideas & formations of DNA await passage through a light gateway into our dimension for manifestation.” “A sacred language made of light, sound and ether vibrates and forms into a series of codes...which await descent into their assigned heart homes within humanity.” ---Gail Hodgson, “Sacred Quantum Fields”; “Heart Codes” 2006 Scene): Gail Hodgson, “Sacred Quantum Fields” and “Heart Codes” 2006 Drama): “I have had a dream past the wit of man to say what dream it was.” ---William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l.202-203, 1595 Music): Ken Bonfield, Dancing With Shadows (American Baroque: Steel String Surprise) (2006), Iannis Xenakis, Terretektorh (1965-1966), & Sergei Prokofiev, Symphony No. 5 in B Flat Major, Op. 100 (1944) I dreamt that that I saw myselves Some near, some afar like fields Of flowers, all colored by fingers Of God; then, I thought, questioned Myself, were they dreaming me? These selves of me, my soul unique And free as order: coming together, Yet appearing as chaos: un-coming As oneself: in the light of reality. All appeared alive, and yet dead Some was being born, and others Dying, seeing God for a day, I’ll Say; they were my angel selves, Pretty, fair and winged ones for High service, message and guide; Thus, revealing all my god selves. Oh! I soon saw all my human selves, Experiencing, touching, and loving Like Christ; also, those un-human Selves, found among those of others, Beings of myselves, of higher lives That move toward me, and yet from Me as witness of light, inside selves Of crafts, and from the future afar--- O they are myselves all over again. Joke Past {02/16/94} [012] For the Jokela school, Tuusula Finland (2007) “the miseries we suffer at your indifferent hands, devastation and bereavement, old age and death?” ---Alan Shapiro, “Old Joke” “The laughter of man is more terrible than his tears, and takes more forms---hollow, heartless, mirthless, maniacal.” ---James Grover Thurber (1894-1961), In the New York Times Magazine, 7 Dec 1958 “We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Learning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! . . . Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us---if at all---not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.” ---T. S. Eliot (1888-1965), The Hollow Men, I, line 1-4, 13-18, 1925 Scene): Diana Ong, “Beyond Thought” 1998-2007 Drama): “My way of joking is to tell the truth. It’s the funniest joke in the world.” ---George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950), Peter Keegan to Nora Reilly, John Bull’s Other Island, act 2, 1907 Music: Rudolf Friml, The Devil’s Joke (1955), Iannis Xenakis, Eonta (1963), & Albéric Magnard, Symphony No. 2 in E Major Op. 6 (1893) Bending straws from a laughing still face are Neither known as black, red, nor brown after The scene burning joke fields; now, I remember The ashes of a perfect last year Igni ferroque, White substance that grew into now, passed The accident, passed the past and even passed The thought before now! It all turned into a Supine refine surprise, then, followed course Of a class throughout the term until I laughed Once just before the sun closed his golden eye Too, to night dream that was inside a straw’s Head seen dream like people in silent movies.