Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 16:53:27 -0800
From: "John Foster" <borealis-AT-mercuryspeed.com>
Subject: Re: Riders on the Storm


a storm
is a composition
of myriad breaths
exhaled;
a storm is dampened air
humid
fecund and
hot

lovers embrace
in dampness...
as to
what vapours
in this minute storm
become bountiful,
a harvest of green
silver things, soon,
it is proved

a new heaven, a new earth

mist below
sunlit granite above
even in winters tenacious
clutch, like the hard buds
of tan oak and arctic willow,
to be savoured later
for in this short exstacy
of variety
a willy wah arises and perishes
in the high alpen glow
there is a
a hummingbird
a flying thing
to follow

this is a storm
a condensation of damp vapours
to unbind and release
ancient buds in
primitive moments

in the arid west
a storm appears
in a moment
sage (artemsia)
the wormwood
and cactus
recognize too
this all breath
and leap
like white goats
from ledge to treacherous  ledge
far beyond a raging
froth of rivers
that propel the sea

and then it all gets sucked back in

chao

john

----- Original Message -----
From: allen scult <allen.scult-AT-drake.edu>
To: <heidegger-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu>
Sent: Friday, January 11, 2002 9:54 AM
Subject: Re: Riders on the Storm


> >Cologne 11-Jan-2002
> >
> >Allen Scult schrieb Thu, 10 Jan 2002 20:37:33 -0600:
> >
> >>  >From: Michael Pennamacoor <pennamacoor-AT-enterprise.net>
> >>  >
> >>  >Michael E riding the storm recently:
> >>  >
> >>  > >Riders on the storm,
> >>  > >Unto this house we're born,
> >>  > >Into this world we're thrown.
> >>  > >
> >>  > >        -- The Doors
> >>  >
> >>  >And the poet, doors wide open, lets himself be a storm, the I of the
storm
> >>  >:-), thus:
> >>  >
> >>  >"I circle ... the ancient tower, and I circle for thousands of years;
and I
> >>  >do not yet
> >>  >know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a mighty song." [Rilke, The Book of
Hours]
> >>  >
> >>
> >>  But there's an important difference here, at least one that moves me
as I
> >>  listen to the two verses.  The Doors sing of being thrown into the
world,
> >>  riders on the storm.  Rilke,as poet, IS the storm, This is the
presumptive
> >>  capacity of the poet to "bring into existence that which heretoforew
did not
> >>  exist."  Whitman in Leaves of Grass announces the possibility for
American
> >>  (English):
> >>
> >>  " I celebrate myself,
> >>  And what I assume you shall assume,
> >>  For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you."
> >>
> >>  William Carlos williams decides to be a city and that City is Paterson
(
> >>  where I grew up).
> >>  The poet creates by taking on the wordly personna of something already
there
> >>  and then gives it to us and we have it too. . .as if for the first
time. . .
> >>  a storm, a falcon, a city. . . a mighty song, THERE (da).
> >>
> >>  The Doors are good, but not that good.  Riding the storm ( or
whateverf else
> >>  comes along), making interesting observations along the way. .
.Truckin'. .
> >>  .What a long strange trip it's been. . . gratefully dead
> >>
> >>  In a curmudgeonly mood,
> >
> >Aw, don't be like that, Allen.
> >
> >I thought, there are some remarkable resonances in these Doors
> >lines, probably a
> >trickle-down effect from the poet's or thinker's word.
>
> Michael,
>
> What a wonderful idea! I knew there was more to it than just
> smoke.But I wonder how this trickle down effect works?  And how far
> down does it trickle?
>
> Sometimes I hear terribly off-key, but none-the-less moving
> variations on said word in the strangest places.  I guess where it
> comes from is where it's going.  Dasein sings into its own ear. . .
> hears its own voice singing.
>
> Allen
> --
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