seven little blue bird haiku tweets

 little bird blues sings

sweet haiku twitters all day

cites poetry cries

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dandelions know

roots deep leaves sun eat all wells

no weeding pleases

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coy moon winks sun spring

Persephone steps upward

below Hades sighs

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control a strong hold

power princes addiction

brain breast brawn beat down

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eye pouring concrete

iron bars doors fixing space

no outside options

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two heron journey

 eye guide far sight mindful nest

streaming feeds sole light

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whence goes March’s Ides

cold shouldering yet blood pours

poppy red blossoms

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Bread and Puppet Theater + “crisis bread” & “crying cream dreams” = Nourishment

In part to prove I still have a sense of humor, such as it may be, I offer some theatre and refreshments for your enjoyment.  Perhaps some of you will find Amy Goodman’s interview with Peter Schumann, founder of the Bread and Puppet Theater, as delightful as I did. Or not.  Schumann’s references to his own bread baking reminded me of poems I wrote for brulionmann as a result of his complaints about the state of bread–and cream– so it seemed like a great combo read meal deal.

menu:

bread poem

Band music for The Shatter

interview in three parts

short puppet clip

long variety show

cream poem

bon appetit!

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“crisis bread” 

“no money for a bread, we call that  ”crisis” ~ brulionman

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world wide tragedy

is bread

state of bread = bitch fest

gimme some goddamn real pita,

hell, some hemp too

a boatload of naan and a frying pan, please!

 a plate of roti

crisp, crunchy Italian

I’ll even take a loaf of stinky sourdough

anything but this damn white mish mash hash gumshoe shit

cornbread? really? wtf are you trying to pull on me?

bring on the challah,brioche, lavash

toss some tortillas and frybread drill team style

I’ll sell my soul for a true French baguette

a full-bodied Polish rye with some style

German pumpernickel with pump not pap

throw a roll at the wall and watch the plaster fall

a crust you peel

soak soup

bathe in butter love

plate scour

gimme some goddamned real bread

Another corporate crime against humanity

wonder

hostess

sara Lee

nature’s pride

pepperidge farm

sunbeam

holsom and all the rest of the plastic bag labels

guilty as charged

baking loaves with out heart

soul-less seeds

bakery murder in the first degree

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http://brulionman.wordpress.com/2013/10/06/sobotniej-cyklozy-napad-saturday-attack-of-cycling/#comments

Some bread and butter from Yi-Ching

http://yichinglin.com/2013/10/09/buttered/

 http://yichinglin.com/tag/bread/

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Bread and Puppet Theatre ~ Blue Sky Puppet + Mask Dance ~ July 2012

theRedCatRed

First two acts of a Bread and Puppet Friday night show. Recorded July 2012.

First act is the blue sky puppet with clouds.
Second is the elegant masked dance.

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Bread and Puppet Circus and Pageant on Sunday, July 14. 2013

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“crying cream dreams”

cream? get real, brulionman

  brulionman get a cow.

 tie it to your bicycle

  hand school teats

seriously, get some finger action going

community uprising cream dream

cow eats sun

din din until day done

treat those teats right

milk, cream, butter, cheese

comes one happy cow

squeeze, squirt, squish

 get a Guernsey with a babe

fill a bucket

set set set

cream rises, oh hell, yeah

no, no, no to piggy fat!

real cream needs none of that!

flour? does not compute

send that shit down the garbage chute

just the cream if you please

sweet talk some butter

tease the thick from the top

sip sip sip, can’t resist

drop it in a jar

get some bike dance mojo goin’

thirty tic tocs butter glowin’

pushing creamy envelopes

cheesecloth action play

guess what you got coming days

 cheese, glorious cheese

get a cow, brulionman, no bull

you want real cream

fingers gonna need some teat pull school

No, I don’t know how to get a cow to ride a bike!

You’re on your own with that, brulionman!

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http://brulionman.wordpress.com/

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Red Wolf emerges from the woods

Something Poetic & Positive which I discovered via The Poetic Rabbit
at  http://www.tasmith1122.wordpress.com/  Shiteki Na Usagi. The art in the header art is the work of Leslie White who blogs at Leslie Paints   http://www.lesliepaints.wordpress.com/  ~~~ Red Wolf emerges caught my eye because of the ongoing attack on Wolves in America. This is just one example of exploring the interconnectedness of all things. Namaste.

We Write Poems

red wolf eyes
We’re excited to present you the Red Wolf collection, the first We Write Poems prompted-poem anthology.
 
This first anthology is the culmination of roughly three years of work – people writing poems in response to prompts presented at this site. So prompts and the Internet were the great enablers of the creative process by which these poems were written and shared.
 
The title of the anthology, “Red Wolf”, reflects the art banner of our site. We think it helps define who we are, who we want to be – poets who look to play a little dangerously, realizing the hungry teeth also of our natures, and with willingness in allowing risk. Real writing calls for nothing less. But then again, we’ve nothing against also having fun.
 
And because prompts played such an integral part in triggering the poems we write, we decided to feature the prompts…

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More Amour ~ With legs, hands, lips and ~~ The Kiss

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Okay, some sexy love fun is in order and, well, the photographs sing their own song. John Lee Hooker just ices the cakes. Hmm.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen high heels quite like the ones in the very last image of this video. Ladies, the last set of heels is all yours.  Homage to the sensual side of love–with a lot of legs. Yes,  a lot of legs. I think we have some idea of what appeals to this particular incarnation of “Irene Adler.” And to many of the rest of us.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ~ John Lee Hooker

Irene Adler·

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It ought to be easy to find a translation of a song’s lyrics, right? Not so with In The Forest, a Polish tune.  Apparently the words cause even modern native speakers some grief because this is not modern Polish.  Best I can figure is that perhaps there’s some questions about if the guy deserves what happens to him–and, the thought “shit happens.” You’ll have to watch to the very end to get that last thought via an image. At least that ‘s how I’m interpreting it right now.  It’s bit of a walk on the dark side of romantic relationships. Just a bit. Don’t be dissuaded from listening because you don’t know Polish and there are no lyrics. The images tell a very familiar girl and boy story. I have no doubt you will recognize it.

In The Forest ~ Warsaw Village Band

JARO Medien GmbH – Bremen

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I discovered Edna St. Vincent Millay in the fourth grade. What can I say? Great things in the school music and arts program–which also included The Highwayman of which a version also appears here and Poe’s The Bells, which does not appear here.

Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Drive Elevator Scene ~ The Kiss ~ composer Cliff Martinez ~  Heads up, if you’re squeamish,  then stop watching for a short time, don’t stop listening or you’ll miss out, after the kiss while the music is in transition. If you have not viewed the film Drive, which is a truly great film, then I highly recommend it. Mary Poppins it is not.  That said, what would you do to protect those you love? Also, yes, Ryan Gosling’s character knows the man in the elevator is a hit man and he knows he has fatal intentions. He steps into the elevator knowing. These are not random acts. Everything has intention.  I cannot think of another film kiss that can compare with this one. If you can, I invite you to share it. Furthermore, there are clips of this scene set to other music by fans. I don’t know why they bother because Martinez’s score here is flawless for sheer emotive power in my opinion. Everything matters in this scene, every image, every look, every sound.

 PowerfulScenes

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What can I can? If you love poetry, then discover Neruda if you have not already.  Here’s just one sonnet why.

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

BY PABLO NERUDA

TRANSLATED BY MARK EISNER

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.
[Online source: The Poetry Foundation http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179257]

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Before Sunrise Written & Directed By Kealan O’Rourke ~ A very lovely animated work about the dark finding light and the rest is transformation.

kealanorourke

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Opera imaginaire ~  Lakme Flower Duet ~ Opera that works for me. Perhaps it will work for you too. I love how this transcends all sorts of obstacles and barriers on multiple levels: gender, culture, language, nature, humans, media, music and spirituality. If you don’t get it, then, well, you just won’t get it until you do a few dances with with a spring wind scented with apple blossoms.

magermunson

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Oh My Love ~ Katyna Ranieri, song by Riz Ortolani’  ~  Oddly enough I cannot recall how I found this gorgeous piece.  I have heard of Ranieri. I have heard the song from some long ago time. There it was on the tubes of you and I was lucky enough to find a live performance by the very expressive Ranieri.

Mauro Piffero·

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Irene and Sherlock  Love Game ~ Vitamin String Quartet ~  Oh my, Sherlock is BACK! with a modern wonderful vengeance. There’s a bit of an homage to Sherlock currently on the sidebar to celebrate this delight.  I selected this one because of the violin.

LittlestVioletSeller

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The Highwaywman ~ Loreena McKennitt ~ Listen and read and imagine.

Xouliamas

Album: The Books of Secrets
Year: 1997

Lyrics by Alfred Noyes, abridged by Loreena McKennit

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor
And the highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding,
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He’d a French cocked hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to the thigh!
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark innyard,
And he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred;
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by the moonlight,
Watch for me by the moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way.

He rose upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair i’ the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
(Oh, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come at the dawning; he did not come at noon,
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise o’ the moon,
When the road was a gypsy’s ribbon, looping the purple moor,
A red-coat troop came marching,
Marching, marching
King George’s men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed;
Two of them knelt at the casement, with muskets at their side!
There was death at every window
And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through the casement,
The road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest;
They had bound a musket beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
“now keep good watch!” And they kissed her.
She heard the dead man say
“Look for me by the moonlight
Watch for me by the moonlight
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way!”

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it!
The trigger at least was hers!

Tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hoofs were ringing clear
Tlot-tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding,
Riding, riding!
The red-coats looked to their priming!
She stood up straight and still!

Tlot in the frosty silence! Tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death.

He turned; he spurred to the west; he did not know she stood
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own red blood!
Not till the dawn he heard it; his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs i’ the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat,
When they shot him down on the highway,
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

Still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding,
Riding, riding,
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

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~Bear:  LOVE    http://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/music-themes-love/
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Eva:   More Amour — With legs, hands, lips, and The Kiss —            https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/more-amour-with-legs-hands-lips-and-the-kiss/
Eva:   What’s Love Got To Do?    What’s Love Got to Do? Musical Theme for Friday, the 13th of December 2013.
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Willow: ??     http://willowdot21.wordpress.com/
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Johnny: LOVE
http://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/musi-theme-december-13-love/  ____________________________________________________________
Deborah: Love and Random Acts of Kindness: A Musical Exploration           http://myriad234.wordpress.com/2013/12/13/love-and-random-acts-of-kindness-a-musical-exploration/
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D.S. Nelson: ??   http://hatpaintladdersandwonkypooh.wordpress.com/

 

 

 

 

 

bowl [eat the sun]

living suns bowl ~
shy clouds shine ~
blue sky magnifies ~
art lies on bamboo ~
who needs more food porn?  ~ eat the sun

yi-ching lin photography

preparing… a random bit

“握緊拳頭,你的手裡是空的,伸開手掌,你擁有全世界.”  – Gautama Buddha

closed fist,
empty hand.
opened hand,
the world’s
an embrace
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weekly photo challenge:  light

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“gone, I fear,” three set haiku

 

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each night passing by

nest questing falling feathers

disappearing storks

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 cold settling heart

dead men kiss no lips but mine

running waters brine

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shadows waiting light

 shift where love dwells nights fleeing

hushing nightingale

Unexpected Special Sunday Edition: Omnia — Are you feeling “Alive” today? or Are you Poe-ish?

Let’s take a worldly spin with more than a tip of the hat to our friends in the Netherlands with the “neoceltic pagan folk” band Omnia.  Big WAVE~~~~!  Let’s break down some barriers with the power of music’s sound-waves.  Dance Time is NOW!

“True music surpasses all politics and religion.”

Steve Evans-van-der Harten

Now how about some Pagan Folk Lore with a decidedly literary bent: Shakespeare, Poe, Lewis Carroll.

video and info links/tracks posted by paganfolkvideos

About DVD:
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Tracklist:
01. Intro/Bealtaine
02. Wytches’ Brew
03. Richard Parker’s Fancy
04. The Raven
05. Alive!
06. Dil Gaya
07. Entrezomp ni Kelted
08. Fairy Tale
09. Saltatio Vita

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World of Omnia site for info and downloads: http://www.worldofomnia.com/

For more videos paganfolkvideos  http://www.youtube.com/user/paganfolkvideos?feature=watch

There are some days when I  am so glad YouTube has thrived since its early start-up days. This is one of those days. Damn, the GREAT! music you can discover with a clicking mouse.  I wish I could reward it with a meal treat.  Yes, I do MISS the large independent music store that has closed down. It had wonderful listening stations for all kinds of music. It had fun quirky staff, music lovers all. It was a place to meet face to face. That is lost on the net no matter how much you skype or mumble. It’s not the same as engaging with a real live breathing other member of our species standing three feet away from you.  There are no pheromones shared here–yet. We dance out of sight of each other.  Often all we have are words to communicate. There’s the power of art in images to share.   And then there’s music for when word language fails to bridge the gaps.

Singing songs of bards long gone /// Loreena McKennitt Serves Saturday’s Sensuality

So often in these times of vast literary ignorance it’s  forgotten that “songs” and poetry move together. Today’s rock stars have nothing on the travelling bards of the past who relied on their musical talents for daily survival.  Odd that many who currently evade poetry like a plague yet adore their modern musical choices.  What are song lyrics but poems?  Loreena McKennitt’s music often draws directly upon the rich works of dead poets.  I doubt any of them, the dead poets, are complaining.

Loreena McKennitt’s renditions are nothing if not sensual sound feasts. 

Loreena McKennitt:

The Highwayman

via Flyborray

poem by Alfred Noyes

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171940

The Dark Night of the Soul

via Ginevra Corvino

poem by St. John of the Cross

Poems Found in Translation

http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2009/09/saint-john-of-cross-dark-night-of-soul.html

The Stolen Child

via JulioCzar6

Poem by W.B. Yeats

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stolen_Child

The Lady of Shalott

via alantisreturning

Poem by Alfred, Lord  Tennyson

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lady_of_Shalott

One more for fun.

The Mummers Dance

via  JulioCzar6

More on Mummers

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mummers_Play

Sam I Am (NOT) ~~

Let’s have three cheers for today’s featured blog award—Poems by Samantha aka Sam I Am (NOT)!  It seems time to venture onto the softer side of the penning of poems.  But beware, Samantha’s poesy isn’t all rosey. Samantha is a serious striker of the ‘truth bell’ with all the poem stories she strives to tell.  Check out her word craft                                 

                                                                      http://poemsbysam.wordpress.com/

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