Wednesday, June 30, 2010

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


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


of Revocation.



Blogger Teresa said...

codicil blues is right. it's more like a last gasp will and testament. good luck to your JD niece on her bar exam!

2:51 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: She's being caffeinated by the Multinational Megatron, so she and her bar prep are in good - if slightly expensive - hands.

3:18 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

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.

10:36 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

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.

6:43 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

interesting stuff - I'm roaming around wikipedia now :)

9:13 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Gotta love the Wik.

2:41 AM  
Anonymous Miss Alister said...

This caught my eye on da way out da do’. Very cool. And Go Meredith!, you caffeine-fueled wonderette.

2:37 PM  
Anonymous Miss Alister said...

Kee-rye-st! It’s “…out de do’” ! And this, after you left me the glorious-est comment ‘bout my resident southern-ness… Pshaw.

2:44 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Alister O'Connor: We don't quibble down here, girl. Long's you got and bring the spirit.

4:19 PM  

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