Poems & Lyrics
Lifeboat Blues
Cross-checking beliefs
in a cathedral of factsa Library of Congress
where I browse in the stacksthe smile on my plaster of Paris
death mask cracksas I prepare for my
imminent sea voyage...
I’m a standing wave
in the river of KronosI’m the singer, the sing-songwriter,
and all that I sangI’m in the vestibule of the World to Come, with Eros and LogosMade of stardust – dust to dust –
from the great Big Bang...
If you want to go to Mount Olympus in the True NorthBetter find the eight pillars of paradise:One, the pantheon of punchlines;One, the concepts of concepts;One, the charges which are levelled;One, a Canadian Shield Rock band;One, the lines of songs that colonize your mind;One, the lands in which we sojourn;One, the sea of language that we share.But those seven pillars of paradise are not enough;We ourselves are the eighth.
It was a field trip in the Pardes of Wadi YahTalk:a one-day pilgrimage festival for three perpetual students of the eternal,a wandering choir of soloists sight reading libretto marked on fig leavesfrom a fig tree of knowledge that grew there, in the Pardes of Wadi YahTalk.
The interpretation of: every thing. Illuminated by the lifted veil of desert light,
מִפְגַש המַקוֹםטיסה ישירה מחו’ללהבנת אחד העם בארץאיך באחוזת צברבבֵית ראשונים.בונים לגובה
אבני פינהראשי בוֹנִיםחוֹלֵי יַם ופלִיטֵי יַבָשוֹת.חִימַר מכל העולם
דָרכֵי סִטְרָה ונועםתפוזֵי זהב ונחושת,טחון קפה, תוֹכְנָה, כְפִיַהקַבָלִים ואִיסורִין...חוש, וחלילה
אבני פינהראשי בוֹנִיםחוֹלֵי יַם ופלִיטֵי יַבָשוֹת.חִימַר מכל העולם
דָרכֵי סִטְרָה ונועםתפוזֵי זהב ונחושת,טחון קפה, תוֹכְנָה, כְפִיַהקַבָלִים ואִיסורִין...חוש, וחלילה