I like poems that sing

I like poems that sing
and hum, they’re easy on
the brain. Nothing
obscure, but plenty to ponder.

And nothing long. Unless
it really gallops. I want
to see what’s going on.
and what’s underneath.

Love is good in poems. And
life and death. Birth is rare
unless it’s spring, let’s have
more. Earth and fire. Breath.

But nevermind. Poems do not obey commands.
They come half-made and not to order.

Let’s do something crazy, Something absolutely wrong

Waiting For The Miracle

Have had this song in my mind since the Theatre of Spontaneity group on Tuesday.

That was the group theme, ambivalence, sticking with the known.

I love the verse:

Ah baby, let’s get married
We’ve been alone too long
Let’s be alone together
Let’s see if we’re that strong
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong
While we’re waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

 

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

I listened to the podcast and enjoyed it:

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss Coleridge’s poem of a grim voyage in which a sailor shoots an albatross and is forced to tell the story of his crime forever.

More info, but I wanted to see the Dore Images.  Here is one:

Wikipedia

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (originally The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere) is the longest major poem by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in 1797–98 and published in 1798 in the first edition of Lyrical Ballads. Some modern editions use a revised version printed in 1817 that featured a gloss.[1] Along with other poems in Lyrical Ballads, it is often considered a signal shift to modern poetry and the beginning of British Romantic literature.[2]

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43997/the-rime-of-the-ancient-mariner-text-of-1834

 

 

Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)

Listened to – On Being with Krista Tippett

Drew Lanham’I Worship Every Bird that I See’

Drew related to Mercy Mercy Me as an ecology anthem. Yes.

I watched these two kererū as I listened.

Marvin Gaye

Apple

Whoa, oh, mercy mercy me

Oh, things ain’t what they used to be, no no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the North and South and East
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The Ballad of the Drover

 

Across the stony ridges, across the rolling plain,
Young Harry Dale, the drover, comes riding home again.
And well his stock-horse bears him, and light of heart is he,
And stoutly his old pack-horse is trotting by his knee.
Up Queensland way with cattle he travelled regions vast;
And many months have vanished since home-folk saw him last.
He hums a song of someone he hopes to marry soon;
And hobble-chains and camp-ware keep jingling to the tune.
Beyond the hazy dado against the lower skies,
And yon blue line of ranges the homestead station lies.
Thitherward the drover jogs through the lazy noon,
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We are born into a pattern of relationships

We are born into a pattern of relationships.
This pattern influences us deeply.
It has a tendency to repeat and persist. 

This brief summary is the basis of psychotherapy, of the unconscious and we work with these patterns in psychodrama.  I’m  pleased with the crisp summation.  I’m  satisfied that it captures the relational nature of our being. The relationship nature of the unconscious, or self.  It is alive as this pattern “repeats and persists”.  And does so even as repair and grapple with the tendencies as they persist.

However the summation is not as soulful or as wild as the process.

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