29 September 2008

Excerpts from the Labyrinth Journal

[Disconnected fragments found in one of my old journals.
A couple times a year, I pull out one of these tattered, beer-stained notebooks and read through it. I feel like an archeologist. Many poems of mine have come from one of these digs. I'll let you know if any come from these bone fragments and pottery shards.]

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... We can never be sure of any of our memories
when the sea is involved ...


... she touches her ear;
seems softly happy ...


... I don’t mind Christians individually. It’s when two or more are gathered in His name that they start to worry me. ...


... Noah was often seasick and dreamed of taking a drive in the country in a pale blue Chevy; the bugs splattering against his windshield, two at a time. ...


... A walk in the woods alone is a meditation
A walk in the woods w/ two is a communion
A walk in the woods w/ three is a fellowship
A walk in the woods w/ four or more is a walk in the woods ...


... A crumpled dollar bill
like a distant dripping faucet:
Desolate. Beautiful. ...


... All art is revolutionary.
All revolutionaries are artists.
All absolutes are false. ...

4 comments:

IndieBookMan said...

A walk in the woods w/ a group of scouts who are hoping to earn their Nature Merit Badge is a job that we once had...

Michele said...

I loved the "Christian" comment! Looking for permission to use it, quoted of course, on my blog.

Marc Beaudin said...

Feel free, Michele. Thanks.

coyotehowling said...

"... I don’t mind Christians individually. It’s when two or more are gathered in His name that they start to worry me. ..."

You must have attended a wedding that day? What a stitch.