I don't know how many suns have been born, or have died since you arrived here before me, I'd wager none at all, but if indeed infinity then perhaps suns appear and sputter-out every day Suns as stars, one the same, upon which we wish, we may and might tonight, plead to come true, to make right Flat on my back I fall, airily up I float in mid-air my ascent traces angels cc: Chagall 2022 "...we get on average about one new star per year, and one star dying each year as a planetary nebula in the Milky Way. These rates are different in different types of galaxies, but you can say that this is roughly the average over all galaxies in the Universe. We estimate at about 100 billion the number of galaxies in the observable Universe, therefore there are about 100 billion stars being born and dying each year, which corresponds to about 275 million per day, in the whole observable Universe." Cornell University 2015; Santonge, Amelie; accessed 31 January 2022; http://curious.astro.cornell.edu/about-us/83-the-universe/stars-and-star-clusters/star-formation-and-molecular-clouds/400-how-many-stars-are-born-and-die-each-day-beginner
Archive for January, 2022
Sometimes I will be the low note, by that I don't mean lack of highlight, musically speaking here, now I express different thoughts when bass, not so basso, just warm, full-bodied, diffused round myopic on the ears Unwavering quavers go boom, and Om, and oh my When I'm alto I'm me, exhale on the note you are most comfortably Up never-too-high, just up too late tonight, I try to find voice in the voices ...too much tension in the upper partials, thick muddy crescendos and diminuendos, cascades down upcoming rivulets, as I live and breathe inside this roil In the end, as in the beginning, there will only be static, a hum cc: Chagall 2022
Play I Naked under blanket, Brielle, bottle of bourbon, watch a beautiful snowfall flake by flake bye flake bye soft sputter atop sledders colors brighter than voices fade always above rooftops salty crisp snow-air noel, noel, noel like a bell chimes the world needn't be more than simply thus, a toast to us, Brielle says to no one Play II her neighbors light at night is a hearth upon which her heart rests her soul gazes long into its distant warmth, an impression, snow-rendered golden pointillé cc: Chagall 2022
Every addict seeks infinity cc: Chagall 2022
I was late. I stared at the clock on the stove: 475. No way I was going to make it. cc: Chagall 2022
You who mess with my mind, there in gray, leave my archetypes alone, those are inviolate cc: Chagall 2022
The smallest buds on the family tree flowerless blooms imperfectly fractal, mere inconsequential relationships that bear no fruit for us all to link to, no perpetuation of the surname, but so much love that summer, cut so short, flourishes till today, nourished by roots leading from two infinities, their path ahead is forever upward, sky wood, sun-baked bark against which lovers shall lean, in a storm, any tree will have to do cc: Chagall 2022
Memories at random erupt the long buried It is easy to hide, a nod to elsewhere All that broke us causes the weep cc: Chagall 2022
I gathered my houseplants around, and explained to them the good and the bad, how I would potentially neglect them at times, or spoil them because love makes you spoil things you love, they could go parched for days or feel suddenly waterboarded, but they could laze in glorious sun, and I would prune and fuss over them, and assure their nutrition, and help them propagate, and talk with them cc: Chagall 2021
I am very proud to post here a collaboration between two talented poets: David ben Alexander and Michael Simonelli. Their poem "GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time" is in the form of a Chagallian loku. David & Michael, thank you for your support. ---CC GMT+2, or: In the Mean Time Jerusalem taupe, winter khamsin northward streams dark sands through our glass, one sand pebble left in the clock’s tapered shadow, sere wind breaks our wing somewhere now where God rests dunes caress with downy fill, eternal grains here, graceful echelon, mosaics carved, rarefied stars align to coasts the world from the clouds, squiggly fractal boundaries in between people, morning groggy-eyed sunrise through stretched acrylic grounded in promise directional signs, herd animals jostle on, can’t forget baggage, travelators scoot well past the red-eye's runway, each with life in tow sandstorm rocks taxi, clouds all that is visible, the expectant shift, meter stops running, zero beats to the measure, vantage no longer family concern, guests gather at synagogue, Tel Aviv sunset, the anxious await break of accident reports, frozen winter dreams Eilat in winter: warm honeymoon on Red Sea, chilly salt water waves, oceanic time curves around large bodies at scale, we’re smallest rare snowfall settles, Israeli children cheer, sheer slush by morning cold rains bring green, sprouts, plants, blooms, before springtime warmth, allergy triggers spring still comes each year, rebirth, salted brine-gray fog, pied balloons aloft David ben Alexander & Michael Simonelli, 2022
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