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Poetry
Dove sta memora   |   Old Man on a Balcony   |   Movie Haiku

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Green plants, alive, like the stone Buddha — rock solid – — as twilight descends

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Dove sta memora You have not snared her, Scarecrow Death: She's in my pulse, My heart, my breath. Eye sees only Local hardware; Brain conceives Nonlocal software; Brain knows more Than eye can see: Brain can scan Eternity.

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Old Man On A Balcony:
Views Of Monterey Bay

Dogen saw thousands of miracles each morning: I see a dozen The number of birds-- And of different bird songs-- Midwinter Mozart Minor Mystery Southern Pacific train goes by an hour before its usual time Brother Raven, you ain't no song-bird. You wusser than the kiss of death Fractal Miracle The lines of the beach, the bay and the lowest cloud All seem parallel! Two For Bishop Berkeley Clouds (visible) float above hills (invisible); Are the hills still there? At this hour of night I see more "dolphins" than at Any other time. Biggest damned raven I ever saw flies howling caw caw caw Lord Lord A moon in the sky After sunrise [a rare sight]; Seen it before, but -- A squiggly fractal-- the line of Monterrey's hills-- floats above the fog The cat licks its paws: I watch, three floors above: it Looks up straight at me Gay flamingo sings: "The sun rises and the world Is ablaze with Dawn" "Weep, weep!" cries a bird Lost somewhere in fog and mist. Sunrise with no sun. Fire on the mountain? No, the deer are still, tranquil: It must be sunlight The orange cloudbank: One bright touch in the grey sky Above a grey bay Dolphins in the bay Playing, sporting, having fun-- World without money! The weather bureau       predicted a sunny day: All I see is fog After the fog lifts, A naked beauty: blue sky With buttermilk clouds Bay ablaze with light-- Tin-flash; silver; clear as gin-- After weeks of fog! Flock of gulls appears And suddenly -- disappears Going God-knows-where... White on white: bay lost, Mountains lost, bleached into white: A clean-cotton mist Pre-dawn, silence, then --: Out of unpulsating dark An unknown bird chirps. Bay like blackboard grey Monterrey lost in white fog Shortest day draws nigh While I slept they came: Two unexpected flowers Sprouting on the vine. Grey and pastel pink -- A water-color painting -- This light before dawn. Midnight Haiku Mottled blueblack sky. A sudden moon -- briefly! Then: Blueblack mottled sky... Midnight Haiku #2 Black darkness only: I see nothing but I hear Rain and wind and waves Midnight Haiku #3 Dancing in the bay-- Dolphins again? No, better: Reflected moonlight. Gray sky and gray bay No division between them A dead dreary dawn Misty mountain tops Floating on nothing, it seems.. "Empty" space is full! Midnight Haiku #4 Dark, dark: no waves splash, no barking dogs, no wind. Just the sound of no sound No blue: just white-grey, Like dirty ice, the bay sneaks Out from under fog. "Sweet! Sweet!" sings a bird-- Old Ez in Virginia Heard one cry "Tulip!" The stone Buddha sits Still as the Eiger: silent... The waves crash and splash Lights across the bay White jewels scattered, shattered In a deep black box Purple, vermilion:       Each part of the bay glitters And none is just blue "Chirp? Churp?" "Oot?" "Cheep!" "Oot!" Birds unseen, bickering --"Sweep?" -- Above, on the roof. I see just one tree The bay is invisible Fog, fog, endless fog Some waves cry "Terror!" Hitting the beach like boulders: Dark night: darker thoughts. Botticelli sky: No fog, no Chinese touches-- A Rennaisance day All is cloaked in fog The world seems empty, until -- Far off, a gull shrieks. Federal Crime Clear blue bay at sunset And I am stoned and placid-- Free of grief, almost. New bud on the vine: But three thousand miles due East Wall Street still smoulders. Calm and quiet here No anthrax or mad bombers... Yet. But tomorrow? ESCAPE FROM CNN No fakes or deceits: Bay, clouds, birds, trees: All Doing what they do.

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Movie Haiku Hannibal Lecter, too, grows old But remains quite amusing, Quite terrifying Tequila Sunrise A major coke deal -- Treachery in sun-bright places; One friendship survives King Kong Can't blame the big ape: I, too, went a bit goofy Over Fay Wray once Honky Tonk Man Addictions killed him, Too much booze and cigarettes. They still sing his songs. And Then There Were None Unpleasantness and Rash Actions: Even servants Get drunk and murdered. White Hunter, Black Heart Arlen said it best: "He had a good heart, really-- Just too much Ego." On A Clear Day You Can See Forever "Witchcraft" not spoken But still the best film ever About Wise Women Unforgiven Drunk sociopath Kills "guilty" and "innocent." Seemed like Justice, then. Lady From Shanghai Trial: Chinese drama: Crazy house: Hall of mirrors: A yacht called Circe Stardust Memories Woody's rage breaks loose: A comedy of terrors. The girl goes nuts, too. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil Voodoo and courtrooms Both leave us undecided -- "There ain't no answers!" Intolerance Those who would do good Often do the worst evil-- If they have True Faith... Bird Did the junk ruin him Or was it Whitey's racism? Don't know. Bird is dead. The Outlaw Josey Wales The killing must stop -- And, guess what? this time it does: No final shoot-out. The Ghost and the Darkness The whites see lions -- The blacks see devils from Hell - You'll wonder a bit.... The Maltese Falcon Seventeen long years And God-knows-how-many murders Chasing a lead dream Bus Stop You can't discount it, You can't forget it. It has M*a*r*i*l*y*n M*o*n*ro*e. Chimes at Midnight Winter: Wind, snow, chill: Merrie England's dead and gone. Falstaff, too, must die. The Eiger Sanction Three times the Eiger Tried to kill him: And he looked Into the abyss.