found poem: meredith's notes
The poet will ever steal wherever s/he strays: Facebook, coffeeshop, the Knights Templar, the marshlands of Iraq, your niece's own caffeine-fueled notes in prep for the Bar. Meredith, said caffeinated niece, newly Gonzaga'd JD, is in a frenzy of bar-prep, paper-indentured, Soccer Cup deprived, and soon, as evidence indisputably avers, headed to the Rhode Island School of Design as attorney/artist in residence. Herewith:[codicil blues]
The doctrine of
dependent relative is
a legal
fiction,
clumsy perhaps, but
imbued with horsepower
casually displayed
in an outlined
reality that
defies all fiction,
legal or illicit.
Invoke Deadman's Statute &
time revokes all
precedent, evidence
blurs, collateral effects
increase & decrease,
as intestacy
rings down
the Almighty death
knell
of Revocation.
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posted by murat11 at 2:20 PM
9 Comments:
codicil blues is right. it's more like a last gasp will and testament. good luck to your JD niece on her bar exam!
T: She's being caffeinated by the Multinational Megatron, so she and her bar prep are in good - if slightly expensive - hands.
um wait a minute...there are marshlands in Iraq? This even had a "decree from on high" kind of feel LOL I had no idea there was any such thing as a deadman's statute. Best wishes to Meredith. Interesting combination law/art :)
Leaving early in the morning for - connecting will be spotty but I will be back on the 12th. Hope to find time to write and post a little. Hope you and yours are hunkered down for the storms down there P.
Dee: That little intro paragraph packed in a day's crazy side journey into a quick read of a book entitled The Templar Revelation, which was filled with all manner of things to turn a good conspiracy buff's head upside down. One of the many fascinating tidbits was about the Mandaeans of southeastern Iraq, in the marshes at the confluence of the Tigris and Euphrates Rivers; the Mandaeans venerate John the Baptist above all, actually seeing Jesus as a false prophet (not asking you to accept the notion: just reporting here). A manda is a place of worship; it must be built - no surprise - beside a river. All kinds of interesting worlds laid out in the book, including all the Magdalene adoration in Provence. Cool stuff for a fervid poet's derangement.
interesting stuff - I'm roaming around wikipedia now :)
Dee: Gotta love the Wik.
This caught my eye on da way out da do’. Very cool. And Go Meredith!, you caffeine-fueled wonderette.
Kee-rye-st! It’s “…out de do’” ! And this, after you left me the glorious-est comment ‘bout my resident southern-ness… Pshaw.
Alister O'Connor: We don't quibble down here, girl. Long's you got and bring the spirit.
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