Wednesday, June 21, 2017

A BONE BROTH FOR SOUL-MAKING #NationalSelfieDay




















WILD HUNTS and The Secret Instinct

In the full light of a theology of sin, the false self appears as not just logically incoherent  but morally dreadful…When the duplicitous subject turns away from god in his duplicity he mocks and parodies god’s own good activity. –Blaise Pascal


see
it’s not that it’s a witch hunt
it’s that it’s a wild hunt

a furious host
the white house
in something

morally
dreadful
disembodied dees

secrecy falsifies—
simulacra is
no photo

no video
press briefings 
logically incoherent

the house
man
eye

white with duplicity, "his
imaginary" press briefings
try to make “good”

knot this start again
it’s not “make great again”
it’s make “good” good again

stay with the wor(l)d you face
as it tries to make something
good grow down in your bones

empty your will—not “empty vessel”
the face of her wild long river
is working into broth underneath you 

D-meter vagina dentata eyes of blood
and wings of angels rage after the
white-housed man with the

falsifying eye
driving under
the influence

inside, the furious host
in the white housed
secrete dees

worms fall out
to make our
story come clean

deny
delay
deflect

deceive
the outside
furious hunt

seeking soiled linens
duplicitous parodies
gods borscht boys &

goodfellas; outsides pair and
dye dees showing in phainein form
the false nature of being creative

duplicitous gods
brown this June
with Demeter’s refusal

disembodied is our spirit
times, even the wild hunt is claim
to the disembodied in lives now loosed

upon the soul. But, the maiden underneath
makes “good”  materialize
apart from the materializing of things

so give yourself to this other kenotic life
and let it shape the talisman, an
immediate access to profound wisdom


broth in our bones


©2017  Wild Hunts & The Secret Instinct stephanie pope mythopoetry.com

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notes

see  Blaise Pascal, On Duplicity, Sin and The Fall: The Secret Instinctp. 120






Monday, June 19, 2017

A REPRESENTATIONAL SELF

























A MAD DESIRE FOR A JUST WORD

Click on this image. Watch
the cat disappear— all but his smile!











Cat up a tree

gone into canopy
smiling angel
creative emotion  
insighting power
under the pen—me
ow me-oozing, smiles
throwing words into
their true order but

never trust a smiling cat[i]
grin hanging in a tree

©2017  A Mad Desire For A Just Word  In A Representational Self
stephanie pope mythopoetry.com  #GarfieldDay

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notes


 additional quotes:

1.  “But, I don’t want to go among mad people.” – Alice   ("Alice in Wonderland”, Lewis Carroll)

2. “Soul, aware of the dreadful nature within situation’s reason and reasoning’s intelligences, understands there is no use trying to account for the grinning existences hiding in words.”

 
 see  Be(e)Speak! The Deformational Image by Stephanie Pope







[i] Famous Garfield quote

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

GUEST POST "song of the white dove" Beth Anne Boardman #mythopoetry #author #wednesdaywisdom









song of the white dove



the white dove came again.

i love how she sits far back
in the black, tangled branches
of that wild oak tree –

she glows through the falling darkness,
a phantom of herself….

she used to frighten me,
appearing unannounced
at nightfall….

you’re not from around here, are you?
i thought at her,
that first night….

i’ve tried to make up all kinds of stories
about why she visits when she does….

a harbinger of death?
of change?

but every day changes and dies,
as do we….

her song differs from
those of the mourning doves
that have surrounded me
since birth –

(my father taught me their song)

softer than theirs,
her song floats featherlike,
unmournful….

it curls

wispy
tender
wraithlike
(holy….)

we have watched each other
for years now….

through black ash
and endless smoky grey –

we are dual-captured
by blue-white
myriad starfields --

(our secret)

and still,
her song stops me midstep
midbreath
midquestion --

like an incognito
gasp of surprise….

then i recall an elder’s words
and realize:

she sings
not as a warning of death,
but as an

encouragement
to keep dying….


©2017 song of the white dove by Beth Anne Boardman for mythopoetry.com
©2017 song of the white dove Beth Anne Boardman All Rights Retained



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NOTES

The last two lines recall the wisdom of Chungliang al Huang, who appears in Finding Joe, a film by Patrick Takaya Solomon.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR


Beth Anne Boardman, RN, MA, PhD lives in California and New Hampshire. She travels and lectures on the Mythology of Sport; Women and Myth; and the Alchemy of Adolescence (her dissertation topic), in addition to consulting as a writer to websites.  

Recently, Beth has served on the board of the Pacifica Graduate Institute Alumni Association and as Regional Coordinator for local alumni. Her career spans work as a registered nurse, the study of world dance and music, and the profound joy of raising two children.


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