Saturday, July 12
6:30-7:30 PM
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Saturday, June 28, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Summer Solstice, Cancer
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Summer Solstice & Cancer
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-----------Cáncer
El cangrejo anhela,
después del largo día,
arrancar del cielo
esa moneda de plata fría
que es la luna.
---Sus ojos son cuentas de rubí
---y en las entrañas
---guarda un perla sensitiva
que anhela llevar muy hondo,
---------------------muy hondo
al punto cardinal del agua,
---al fondo primordial del mar.
--------------© Rafael Jesús González 2014
-----------Cancer
The crab longs,
after the long day,
to tear from the sky
that coin of cold silver
that is the moon.
-----Its eyes are ruby beads
-----& in its entrails
-----it keeps a sensitive pearl
which it longs to carry very deep,
----------------------------very deep
to the cardinal point of the waters,
---the primordial depths of the sea.
----------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2014
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Tuesday, June 17, 2014
riverbabble 25, summer 2014
Tool Library, Berkeley, CA by Christopher Novak
Poetry
Rafael Jesús González:
En el Espiritu de Rumi / In the Spirit of Rumi
Porque / Why
Karen Greenbaum-maya:
Robocall / Remains
Aha: Atomic Apron
Kirk Lumpkin:
Coyote and Atomic Energy
Autumn in the Empire
Sheryl L. Nelms:
Lilac Bouquets
Wisteria
John Oliver Simon:
Disyunion radical Del Yo
Forest of Arden
Felice Aull: A Country Story
Gary Beck: Observer
James H. Duncan: Burning in the Freeze
Bill Gainer: So Much Beauty
KJ Hannah Greenberg: Babies in Buggies
Thomas Hubbard: Cabin in the Woods
Rich Ives: Procedure for the Construction of an Empty Dwelling
W. F. Lantry: Ribbonwood
Doug Mathewson: Come Spring
Christopher Mulrooney: the foolishness factor
Edward Mycue: PCOWUNK
Sara Luise Newman: Sister
James B. Nicola: Trap House
Anthony Pino: Train
Tom Sheehan: Uncle Jamesie Recording December's Unbroken Law
Ndaba Sibanda: The Bird's Fate Is Not On Radar
John Swain: Wyandotte Woods
Rosalynde Vas Dias: Just a Bird
Joanna M. Weston: Oh the Joys
Anne Whitehouse: My Father's Photographs
Cynthia Benson:
Caught in the Light
Ted Chiles: Black Mold
Chris Dungey: The Mickey
Roger Leatherwood: Cross-Country Thorns
Tom Sheehan: Caitlin, Tollgate Collector
Bara Swain: Applied Force
Chella Courington:
The Crow
On the Shelf
Robin Wyatt Dunn: Confessions in Echo Park
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Sometimes You Do Cry
Ken Poyner: The Mandate
John Richmond: The Sin of Forgivenesso
Garrett Rowlan: Get This Party Started
James Shaffer: Banditos
B.L.P. Simmons: Conversations
Rimas Uzgiris: Trucker
riverbabble 25
En el Espiritu de Rumi / In the Spirit of Rumi
Porque / Why
Karen Greenbaum-maya:
Robocall / Remains
Aha: Atomic Apron
Kirk Lumpkin:
Coyote and Atomic Energy
Autumn in the Empire
Sheryl L. Nelms:
Lilac Bouquets
Wisteria
John Oliver Simon:
Disyunion radical Del Yo
Forest of Arden
Felice Aull: A Country Story
Gary Beck: Observer
James H. Duncan: Burning in the Freeze
Bill Gainer: So Much Beauty
KJ Hannah Greenberg: Babies in Buggies
Thomas Hubbard: Cabin in the Woods
Rich Ives: Procedure for the Construction of an Empty Dwelling
W. F. Lantry: Ribbonwood
Doug Mathewson: Come Spring
Christopher Mulrooney: the foolishness factor
Edward Mycue: PCOWUNK
Sara Luise Newman: Sister
James B. Nicola: Trap House
Anthony Pino: Train
Tom Sheehan: Uncle Jamesie Recording December's Unbroken Law
Ndaba Sibanda: The Bird's Fate Is Not On Radar
John Swain: Wyandotte Woods
Rosalynde Vas Dias: Just a Bird
Joanna M. Weston: Oh the Joys
Anne Whitehouse: My Father's Photographs
Fiction
Ted Chiles: Black Mold
Chris Dungey: The Mickey
Roger Leatherwood: Cross-Country Thorns
Tom Sheehan: Caitlin, Tollgate Collector
Bara Swain: Applied Force
Flash Fiction
The Crow
On the Shelf
Robin Wyatt Dunn: Confessions in Echo Park
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Sometimes You Do Cry
Ken Poyner: The Mandate
John Richmond: The Sin of Forgivenesso
Garrett Rowlan: Get This Party Started
James Shaffer: Banditos
B.L.P. Simmons: Conversations
Rimas Uzgiris: Trucker
Play
Maureen Johnson: Planting the MusicPhotography
Christopher Novak: Tool Library, Berkeley, CACuckoo
Cuckoo
because it was a little canarybird that came out of its little house to
tell the time that Gerry MacDowell noticed the time she was there
because she was as quick as anything about a thing like that, was Gerry
MacDowell, and she noticed at once that that foreign gentleman that was
sitting on the rocks was
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p.313. 13, 1296-1305.
Pandemonium Press
2nd printing available on Amazon.com
or from
the publisher: pandemoniumpress@gmail.com
Leila Rae, editor
riverbabble
http://iceflow.com/riverbabble/Welcome.html---
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Saturday, June 14, 2014
Flag Day (U.S.A.)
--------The Flag
At our best
we show our true colors,
fly the flag that stands
for our deepest, broadest
allegiance to each other,
to the Earth holy & diverse.
These are my colors:
red of my love that colors all
& is the root & flower & fruit,
the heart of my belief
& what I know of truth.
orange of my abandon, my surrender
to my living, mindless of laws
that would fetter the steps
of my wildest dances.
yellow of my joy that tastes
of the sun, exultation in the
wealth of the senses,
root of my power & my love.
green of my hopes that wing
my desires & lend will
to my acts, that inform
even my opposition
to outrage.
blue of my memories
that make my history of wings
that soar to the mountains
& drop to the ravines,
complex topography of myself.
purple of my sorrows, my remorse,
my shame for betrayals of the heart,
most often of omission,
through weariness or fear.
This is my flag; its colors run,
diffuse at the edges, blend, shade
into hues, half-tones difficult to name.
The tongues that praise it
are so many, so varied, & so sweet
their chorus rivals the birds’
& silences the angels in their flight.
Known everywhere as sign of peace & joy,
let this be our flag; its colors dance.
---------© Rafael Jesús González 2014
(Arabesques Review, vol. 3 no . 3, 2007; author’s copyrights)
The Flag of Peace
When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors [peace-makers] of the Rainbow.
Old Native American Prophecy
It has been several centuries that Samuel Johnson said that patriotism is the last refuge of scoundrels. It is true today as much as ever and the scoundrels are fond of waving flags of various stripes and colors to hide or flaunt their villainy.
All
flags are beautiful, but association often makes them ugly. However,
there is one flag, universal enough that even nature flies, which
inspires me and I do not hesitate to raise. It is the rainbow flag of peace .For good reason have the colors of the prism been sign of peace and joy. It was the rainbow that appeared to Noah as a sign of peace, and in almost all cultures I have studied or heard of, the rainbow is an auspicious sign of hope, promise, joy.
Justly so, the peace movement throughout Europe, Latin America, and throughout the world, has flown the rainbow flag as the flag of peace.
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It is also the flag of the Rainbow Family (or Tribe) flown at Rainbow Gatherings that since 1969 convene yearly in the name of sister/brotherhood to celebrate life and the Earth in peace and joy. (According to an Old Native American Prophecy, When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors [peace-makers] of the Rainbow.)
It is as well the flag of diversity, tolerance, dignity, respect, celebration first flown in 1979 by those who refuse to have human sexuality narrowly sanctioned and defined, its variants persecuted.In a somewhat healthier democracy in 1984, it was the Rainbow Coalition that attempted to represent and empower all the diverse elements of the nation.
These colors contain all others our human perceptions can discern. Offered the full pallet of the spectrum from which to pick my colors, I refuse to choose; I’ll have them all, thank you.
All are my colors and this my flag of choice. It now hangs, with my prisms, in my window as sign of my allegiance to the Earth, to my fellow creatures, to justice, to peace.
I pass it on to you. Under these colors let us heal the nation and make peace with the world, create it anew in reverence for the Earth, in justice and sister/brotherhood.
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© Rafael Jesús González 2014
(universal, international flag of peace & justice)
-----------------La bandera
En nuestro óptimo
mostramos nuestros verdaderos colores,
volamos la bandera que señala
nuestra más profunda, más amplia
devoción uno al otro,
a la Tierra bendita y diversa.
Son estos mis colores:
rojo de mi amor que ilumina todo
y es la raíz y la flor y el fruto,
el corazón de mi creer
y de lo que sé de la verdad.
anaranjado de mi abandono, entrega
a mi vivir , despreocupado de leyes
que encadenaran los pasos
de mis más extravagantes bailes.
amarillo de mis regocijo que sabe
a sol, exaltación
en la riqueza de los sentidos,
raíz de mi poder y mi amar.
verde de mi esperanza que da alas
a mis deseos y presta voluntad
a mis actos, que informa
aun mi oposición
al ultraje.
azul de mis memorias
que forman mi historia de alas
que suben a las montañas
y caen a las barrancas,
compleja topografía de mi ser.
purpúreo de mi tristeza, remordimiento,
mi pena por las traiciones del corazón,
más bien de omisión,
por motivos de cansancio o temor.
Es esta mi bandera; se corren sus colores,
se difunden en sus bordes, se mezclan, se matizan
en tonos, medios tonos difíciles de nombrar.
Las lenguas que la alaban
son tantas, tan variadas y tan dulces
que su coro rivaliza con el de las aves
y silencia a los ángeles en sus vuelos.
Reconocida dondequiera como signo de paz y regocijo,
sea este nuestro pabellón; bailan sus colores.
-------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2014
La Bandera de la Paz
Cuando la Tierra sea violada y los animales muriendo, llegará al mundo una nueva tribu de gente de muchos colores, clases, creencias y quienes por sus actos y hechos harán otra vez verde a la Tierra. Serán conocidos como los guerreros [pacificadores] del arco iris.
antigua profecía indígena norteamericana
Hace varios siglos que Samuel Johnson dijo que el patriotismo es el último refugio de canallas. Es cierto hoy tanto como siempre y estos canallas gustan blandir banderas de varias rayas y colores para pavonear o esconder sus villanadas.
Todas
banderas son hermosas pero la asociación frecuentemente las hace
feas. Pero hay una bandera suficientemente universal que aun la
naturaleza vuela, que me inspira y no vacilo en alzar. Es la bandera arco iris de la paz.Por buena razón han sido los colores del prisma signo de la paz y regocijo. Fue el arco iris que le apareció a Noé como seña de paz y en casi toda cultura que he estudiado y de cual he oído el arco iris es seña auspiciosa de esperanza, promesa, alegría.
Justamente, el movimiento de paz por toda Europa, América Latina, y por el mundo entero, ha alzado la bandera arco iris como la bandera de la paz.
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Es también la bandera de la Familia (o Tribu) Arco Iris (Rainbow Family or Tribe) portada en todas las Reuniones Arco Iris (Rainbow Gatherings) que desde 1969 se reúnen cada año en nombre de la hermandad para celebrar la vida y la Tierra en paz y alegría. (Según una profecía de los indios de Norte América, Cuando la Tierra sea violada y los animales muriendo, llegará al mundo una nueva tribu de gente de muchos colores, clases, creencias y quien por sus actos y hechos harán otra vez verde a la Tierra. Serán conocidos como los guerreros [pacificadores] del arco iris.)
También es la bandera de la diversidad, tolerancia, dignidad, respeto, celebración
portada por primera vez en 1978 por quienes se rehusan que la
sexualidad humana sea estrechamente sancionada y definida, sus
variantes perseguidos.En 1984, en una democracia algo más sana en los Estados Unidos, fue la Coalición Arco Iris (Rainbow Coalition) que intentó representar y habilitar todos los elementos diversos de la nación.
Estos colores contienen todos los demás que nuestra percepción humana puede discernir. Ofrecido la paleta completa del espectro de la cual escoger mis colores, me niego a escoger; los tomo todos, gracias.
Todos son mis colores y esta mi bandera por preferencia. Ahora cuelga, con mis prismas, en mi ventana como signo de mi devoción a la Tierra, a mis prójimos, a la justicia, a la paz.
Te la paso. Bajo estos colores sanemos a la nación y hagamos paz con el mundo, creámoslo de nuevo en veneración a la Tierra, en justicia y hermandad.
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© Rafael Jesús González 2014
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Thursday, June 12, 2014
full moon: Lunar Reminder
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---------Recuerdo lunar
No sé porque lo crea necesario
recordarte que se llena la luna.
Tal vez sea porque
tema yo mismo ignorar
las epifanías cotidianas,
los milagros común y corrientes
que nos iluminan la vida
y por descuido
opacar el asombro.
(Si presunción sea, perdona;
tal vez presunción sea el amar.)
---------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2014
----------Lunar Reminder
I do not know why I think it a need
to remind you that the moon grows full.
Perhaps it is because
I myself fear overlooking
the quotidian epiphanies,
the miracles common & current
that illumine our lives
& through carelessness
dull my amazement.
(If it is presumption, forgive;
perhaps love itself is presumption.)
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---------------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2014
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