Saturday, November 14, 2009
California
Waves slapping rock, slapping rock.
Me riding the biggest one -
a world prince baby,
and it’s cold at the lonely up here,
but beautiful blue-white waters.
California’s sun
and those 1,200 year-old 300-foot beauties
at the tree museum
($15 just to see ‘em
except I found an extra exit,
a forest being a frightful tough thing
to fence in).
Paul Bunyon:
"The Greatest Tree-Jacker in history!"
proudly overseeing that half-fenced forest,
his display speakers speaking the legend:
"The Indians refused to walk in these woods
because they thought they were filled
with powerful spirits.
Heh-heh, who knows?
Maybe they were right."
Kooky Indians
got me thinking back
of when she said,
"I wish he would stop drifting
and settle down somewhere."
Chirping crows caw to the slapping waves,
breeze blows me in the middle
of sweet solitude lonely lost
but awake and hungry alive on arrival,
barely once again.
If she could see this now she’d know why.
Me riding the biggest one -
a world prince baby,
and it’s cold at the lonely up here,
but beautiful blue-white waters.
California’s sun
and those 1,200 year-old 300-foot beauties
at the tree museum
($15 just to see ‘em
except I found an extra exit,
a forest being a frightful tough thing
to fence in).
Paul Bunyon:
"The Greatest Tree-Jacker in history!"
proudly overseeing that half-fenced forest,
his display speakers speaking the legend:
"The Indians refused to walk in these woods
because they thought they were filled
with powerful spirits.
Heh-heh, who knows?
Maybe they were right."
Kooky Indians
got me thinking back
of when she said,
"I wish he would stop drifting
and settle down somewhere."
Chirping crows caw to the slapping waves,
breeze blows me in the middle
of sweet solitude lonely lost
but awake and hungry alive on arrival,
barely once again.
If she could see this now she’d know why.
Labels: 2001, Poetry, Travel, west coast
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"The Indians refused to walk in these woods
because they thought they were filled
with powerful spirits.
Heh-heh, who knows?
Maybe they were right."
I won't pretend I have read The Epic of Gilgemesh out of clay tablets, but but it's funny how that antique Babylonian epic evokes the same images of Um-Baba the giant walking through the tree tops. A spirit, a titan really.
So Gigemesh slew him.
Like we are slaying the forests?
Ah what the hell. I am a romantic. Always get things all wrong and hear a different tune.
because they thought they were filled
with powerful spirits.
Heh-heh, who knows?
Maybe they were right."
I won't pretend I have read The Epic of Gilgemesh out of clay tablets, but but it's funny how that antique Babylonian epic evokes the same images of Um-Baba the giant walking through the tree tops. A spirit, a titan really.
So Gigemesh slew him.
Like we are slaying the forests?
Ah what the hell. I am a romantic. Always get things all wrong and hear a different tune.
Really enjoyed this poem too Benji! it costs 15 bucks to see them in california -wow somehow i am not surprised haha!
i wish those powerful spirits still ruled there instead of people
i enjoyed ivan's comment also-there are so many religious or creation epics that refer to giants it is amazing-wonderful writing as always Benji and thanks for sharing it here at your blog-all the best to you and your family!!
i wish those powerful spirits still ruled there instead of people
i enjoyed ivan's comment also-there are so many religious or creation epics that refer to giants it is amazing-wonderful writing as always Benji and thanks for sharing it here at your blog-all the best to you and your family!!
Jeez,
Yout need a new comment here to break the comment logjam.
Come over to my blog. I've got dancing houris, suicidal Sylvia Plath-type chicks, mythical animals, a Satyricon, and even poetry (immediately jumped on by two red-eyed critics).
Gotta keep the pot boiling.
Write more poetry, I say. It'll jump up the comments--but you're busy with real journalism and that's better than all of us here jerking off.
Yout need a new comment here to break the comment logjam.
Come over to my blog. I've got dancing houris, suicidal Sylvia Plath-type chicks, mythical animals, a Satyricon, and even poetry (immediately jumped on by two red-eyed critics).
Gotta keep the pot boiling.
Write more poetry, I say. It'll jump up the comments--but you're busy with real journalism and that's better than all of us here jerking off.
To many people who wander settle long before they find what they went wandering for. I've seen those cliffs and rode those waves and the trees too...but it wasn't what i was looking for.
Really good description about california, it made me nostalgic, because I used to lived there and came back to my country 2 years ago. You represent really well a certain aspect I wouldn t be able to say in words, but I felt what you say here while I was there
I'll bet they were right! And I'll bet that those spirits are still there too!
Beautifully written. An enjoyable read.
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Beautifully written. An enjoyable read.
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