bern porter international: volume 5 number 12 (july 1, 2001)
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7-2001
Bern Porter International: Volume 5 Number 12 (July 1, 2001) Bern Porter International: Volume 5 Number 12 (July 1, 2001)
Bern Porter
Sheila Holtz
Natasha Bernstein
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Country radio music yowled as a grocery cart rattled down
the aisle of breakfast cereals. Carol's turquoise eyes veered to the
left. Stacked among cans of Slim Fast, flavors also varied in
different blood types. "Finally, they've answered our prayers, "
she mused.
Her bony fingers coiled around the aluminum can of her favorite:
Type AB. Labels such as lOOo/o FRESH NON-COAGULATED
TASTE and PLASMA FREE advertised the diet shake as a vampire's
beverage of delight.
After draining her obnoxious sister-in-law, she needed to shed
pounds off her "chunky" frame. Carol tossed four more cans into her
cart of soggy packages of rare hamburger and flaky garlic cloves.
Her eager whistling headed towards the cash register.
the group shGws concern for the
Steve Forbes revealed aili!r the �� December Bush economic forum, � "we are going to get as much as we can as fast as we can.''
well-being of every shg e memhtr. Sheila Holtz
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening
that is translated through you into action,
and because there is only one of you in all of time,
this expression is unique.
And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium,
and be lost.
The world will not have it.
It is not your business to determine how good it is,
nor how valuable, nor how it compares with other expressions.
It is your business to keep it yours, clearly and directly,
to keep the channel open.
You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work.
You have to keep open and aware directly to the urge that
motivates you.
Keep the channel open ...
Martha Graham
to Agnes DeMille
in "Dance to the Piper"
submitted by Katherine Donithome
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I dont paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
The Needed Word
Always it is there And then lost.
Between the night and the veil Of whitening morning light And then again In the shadows of dusk.
We pursue it,
Riding pale horses Among the aspen trees. Or as rider and ridden, Last centaurs among Elm and oak.
We seek it as diggers In one more cave, Where bats flutter And hang upside down. Seeking the one last gospel, Not found Seeking the needed word, Needed.
- Kaylin Haught
from In the Palm of.Your Hand: The Poet's Portable Workshop, by Steve Kowit, Tilbury
House Publishers, Gardiner ME, 1995
submitted by
Katherine Donithorne
Eugene ¥cCarthy
body, cruvible, emerges from the.
washed by vision, phoenix risen
ressurrected and perfected
in our love. The dream has come agian
has come again . . •
work, study, meditation • • • The life of a forest-dweller,
oblate • • • th er e is no art in this, only worship,
om saraswate naniah, "White as the snow or the moon, •or
lcunda flowers, obeisance to you • • • " and the power creatrix:
mahashakti, " ightier t han • the sound of many waters,
migh•tier than the brea"lcers of the sea • • • "
TO TH.c; ivIATRIX OF CREATION from whence tne manifest world
takes birth. to tne core of my being to the center of the
universe, which is my being, which is the expansion and
contraction 8li of energy, consciousness, bliss, pulsation
of bliss(pulsation of bliss ) ( pmlsation of bliss ) SPANDA!
the earth eartheartheartheart om guru om
Let us not be divided by the varieties of our exp e r i e nc e . Wh�re ever you go, there we are. w Let us now speak with our strong collective voice.
The Dream Goes Jn and �n.
JAIN IVIILLENIEAL BLESSING ( N�okar Man•-..} ra) I bow before the accomplished souls before me and s eek their �X��/iit�t/ enlightenment and blessings for the
fulfillment of my soul and the general good of all souls.
OM GURU OM. Om Ganaesb aya Namah.// om Ekatandtaya vidmahe
Vakratundaya � dimahi. Tanna Danti prachodaayat// om//
we are th fellahin, the keepers of the z I , l JI&�
vestal fires we haTe kept the flame of knowledge aliTe
in the darkness now the day is bright. we have gone down
into the shadow caves of knowledge to discern the forms that
danced on the walls Mtt spirit-mez;, bird spirits, � bison
-spirits, dear and bear spiri ts�
spiri ts of celestial beings 1
1 nymphs, sylphs, satyrs, pan, faeries, sprites
§ § §
Arise ye fella fellahin! Know it: Let us know our own
divinity True love never dies. J
the earth eartheartheartheart
,Natasha Bernstein § from On the Road in the Twenty-first Century
§ §
oin guru om
PIGEON DROPPINGS
BEYOND DENIAL
I agree to accept your application of intimidation. Anything less would deny your
existence. Denial of my existence is my own means of survivial. An interaction of
distradion, through addition and substraction.
IDENTITY
Howling through my ears the wind blows away the memories, that the pouring rain
washes into oblivion. Leaning against a tree I make my final plea for safety by
supergluing my hand to its bark. Only moments later did the tree uproot, like a tooth
extracted by a young child. Embedded in its skin is my identity. Oddly enough, I do not
mourn its loss, but the fact that it did not uproot me as well. Now I have to find
something else to cling to.
STEPS
Each step I take is one more than I really need. I was always told not to take anything
that doesn't belong to me. Ifl give you my steps, is that not a fair exchange. Or are my
steps not equal to yours? Do I have to take more or less to make them the same. I
wonder if we will ever move forward, or merely stand here comparing the size of our feet· - . . . . ---
PIGEON DROPPINGS (RANDOM THOUGHTS BY A RANDOM PERSON)
Jeff Johnson 11138 North Mission
'Clare, Mi 48617
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