Wednesday, November 25, 2009

one word dervish: needle

kreskin painted himself
a blue shade
occipital blue
the hue you knew
when last you dated
Val. Now your printer,
her fonts have reduced
you to fawning over
the everpresent
green of you and she
when whirling in blessed
feet was the dream
inside your stylish
dickey. Come home
to the feast
you want to say, but
saying belies
the desire
still lurking
within.

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Blogger Teresa said...

So you are all torqued up like a whirling dervish! I love the photo of the labyrinth with what look like flames and cobras and clouds of air. You really do have all the mystical elements here, but what do you really desire? Kind of hard to pinpoint that. Is it a great print of an old photograph? Is it the true colors of your soul? Or is it just a really good teenage romance? I think your needle might need to be recalibrated there; in some ways it seems that despite all the swirling smoke and mirrors of spirituality, there is a decided lack of compass.

(Or did it all get poured out in yesterday's beauty post, and today we have a hash from the leftovers?)

Whoops. This is not meant to be snarky. I just kind of got lost in the picture and then followed the images. It has been an interesting few days... So don't mind me. I did enjoy the writing and the colors and the mix of ancient mysticism with modern printers.

Teresa

12:45 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister T: Your guesses are as good as, if not better than, mine. Perhaps take out all the interrogatives and conjunctions and make this a beaded necklace of declaratives, all and more. The writing was a walk in the woods, following word by word, unhorsed, compassless, Valerie peeking through the years and years, as I spontaneously named my new classroom printer Valerie just last week. B B King has his Lucille guitar, I quickly wondered a name and Valerie emerged.

Snarking is still a raven song, so sing to your heart's content, sing on into the blackened winds.

Peace to you, hermana.

1:03 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

And now you're calling me a hag??? :) I can live with that.

It does have a ring to it: "Poet Murat and his printer Valerie." You could probably get BB King and Lucille to sing a duet with you. Lyrics yours, melody theirs. And that would be one swirly, whirly, colorful blend of waltzing words, printer clicks, colored inks, guitar riffs, and velvet vocals. You'd have to do produce in multi-media or Valerie's contributions would be too diminished without the colors.

1:43 PM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

Stylish dickey may be a contemporary oxymoron, wouldn't you say? Ex-girlfriends made useful as printer ID's. Why not? Kreskin was never more amazing....

1:44 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Nay, Teresita, nothing in the least haggish in snarky ravens: truth teller was what I was thinking - precisely what you are, yes? Dorothy Parker in her elegant snarky black, where's the hag in that, eh?

Rave on's what I say...

4:11 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

MiguelitO: Love the oxymoronic bust. Stylish dickey indeed. Where do I pay the fine, Camden Town? Free the tiger...

4:13 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

And I was teasing, giving myself a back-handed compliment for being a goddess (see your beauty post...).

Hmmm, Dorothy Parker in elegant, snarky black. I'll have to go easy on the turkey this Thanksgiving if I want to achieve that. I do like the term "truth-teller," and as long as you keep posting them, I will continue to "rave on". I don't even need ecstasy or the desert!

8:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: I like the "rhyme" of raven and rave on. Good slant.

9:37 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

occipital blue - the blue of eyes, the blue in your mind at the back of your mind (or head) I have this picture of the very color in my minds eye now. Loved this - all of it.

10:54 PM  
Anonymous Richard said...

T'giving: Much grass, same to you, though belated.

12:46 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I had a yoga teacher in New Orleans who, during the last pose - corpse pose - would suggest that we imagine our eyes gently falling and coming to rest in the back of our heads. Imagine those blue eyes doing so and then gently painting themselves on the inside of your skull, that blue.

7:45 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Good day to you, Richard.

7:46 AM  

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