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What is an Ampelopsis? To quote Lord Peter Wimsey: "An ampelopsis is a suburban plant that climbs by suction."
(Speaking of which, everything here is copywright-ed 2012 immediately.)
30 December 2010
Anniversary Poem: rough draft
anniversary poem:thinking about an apartment you painted a fresco of us, as "Orpheus and Eurydice" on the wall of, 1994, Greenwich Village
The problem was, we got our myths mixed, you and I.
You Orpheus, looked back , while I was (wrongly?) singing;
And then that time you showered me with gold- Danae!-
i loved that they were chocolate coins...the taste without the ringing.
And when we fought, we'd turn each other into trees:
Zap! Myrtle! Daphne! Zap! The oak of Nimue! -There!
And we'd remain as trees and shake our leaves in angry glare
-But hey, at least we had SOME sort of belief.
Our lares and penates, homemade as they were,
Were some relief.
part 2 (prediction: change)
The oldest myth of all is from gorillas: not exactly "told"
By them; (though silverbacks all are raconteurs when old)
I read it at a zoo, a sign nailed to a "tree":
Where my friend (who is a goddess for a living)
took me as comfort for my poverty
The sign said: "Gorillas live in tribes; their tribal boundaries
Are rigidly maintained; the only ones who travel troupe to troupe
with no trouble, fights or visas, and are the least forgiving
of all the social groups,
"Females from 13-23, in human age." I read this carefully
as though looking at a diamond, through a loupe.
Doing lines in bathrooms, behind red velvet creeper vines,
I dreamt gorilla "it girls", 13 to 23,
the wombs of whom: provoking, Che incendiaries
are criminals, all innocents. We"ll lay the blame on Time.
I was one of those "It Guerillas" once:
"We're REAL evolutionaries", we would sniff
our bright red bottoms and Guevara tees distracting good gorilla family men.
We'd shriek "As if!" and run away, displaying:
pretend to play "dismayed"- without being TOO dismaying.
-And always, then...
Part 3 1/2 (the missing link)
Myths to me
be half apology
The warning that no love at all, is itself, a gift;
as much as the presence of love, that gift, is taken,
Or not taken,
at command or whim.
The words of "yes" and "no" are, finally, Man's.
Yes, you know. Him.
So when I skipped the flowery Greek translations
And bluntly was a stupid vain gorilla in a tutu, young enough and cruel