"johannes" poems
my wife watches tik tok in bed
sounding like she is trying
to tune in a radio to someone's life
so many voices fading in and out
or maybe a spirit box with a message
from the other side
I'm with Johannes Gutenberg
some 570 years behind
the smell of the print as much
an enjoyment as the words inside
the book I am reading
about his life
we lie
a respectable distance between us
centuries apart
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Last night, I slept with Ludwig; the night before, Wolfgang.
Tomorrow, Johannes has promised me a vigorous work-out.
Not for me the ascetic pilgrimage to the gates of good taste.
I must have passion, for that will point me to truth.
Last night I slept with Ludwig, so now I am ready.
Music-lovers of Chicago: watch me walk onto the platform,
shimmering but dignified in midnight blue diamanté.
Prepare to hear my translation of feelings into sound.
Ludwig's feelings.
Everyone's feelings.
Last night I slept with Ludwig.
Now, I claim my reward. After the final chord,
applause is compulsory. Louder! Louder! Stand up and cheer!
You are my people. Love me! Love me, why don't you?
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 4:56 PM UTC
Young Johannes keeps his theory
dressed up with petty pink
flourishes and tucked inside her
wicker basket. She's plopped fat
on a spangled, off-center perch
while surrounded by tangles of
circular mirrors, each reflecting
his fragmented eye. “The fluid
mechanics of my camera’s
lens imbues its gaping human
subject with a soul,” this caged bird
sings, just as he’s coached her.
She doesn’t require very much
care -- a few scattered meat-filled
husks and white space for flapping
her clipped-tones -- but reluctantly
Johannes must set Prolly free
to wing it openly upon
the waves of patterned noise
his vacuous glass can’t see.
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 3:16 PM UTC
THROUGH MY EYES:
BRAHMS’ S UNTITLED POEM (1857) *
Women I love with my heart and soul
But I am not made for matrimony
A domestic life and its trappings
Would destroy my creativity.
Clara I would protect and worship
With my life—she is perfection-
Love I would blemish and defile
If I were to mention—‘Give me your affection’.
Ah, my beloved Robert is gone
In his tomb my heart is interned
My mentor, my friend, my inspiration
Alas, how little I gave my master in return.
My music is Robert and Clara
Our souls are by destiny wrought
History shall remember
But would understand us not.
* Robert Schumann (1810—1856)
* Johannes Brahms (1833-1897)
* Clara Schumann (1819—1896)
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Let us remember Aristillus & Timocharis,
Like Halley & Galileo.
Of Zhang Heng & Dao Lee,
Like Newton & Max Born.
Of Werner & Yermolyeva,
Like Curie & Oppenheimer.
Of Paracelus & Fredrick Banting,
Like Tesla & Pythagoras.
Of Richard Feynman & André Ampère,
Like Michael Faraday & Benjamin Franklin.
Of Payne-Gaposchkin & Joseph Swan,
Like Ignacy Łukasiewicz & Kikunae Ikeda.
Of Takamine Jōkichi & Berners-Lee,
Like Robert Hooke & Gutenberg.
Of Talos Attalus & Perrilus,
Like William Bullock & Franz Reichelt.
Of Abū Bakr al-Rāzī & Ibn al-Haytham,
Like Archimedes & Johannes Kepler.
Of Aldini & Henry Russell,
Like Edison & Graham Bell.
Of Carl Bosch & Richard Fiedler,
Like Mr. Hyde & Dr. Jekyll.
Of Brokkr & Sindri,
Like Gullinbursti & Hephaestus.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
Inside wondrous scenes of Gia, He stands.
Brush in hand, intent
and breath focused
Magical mysteries unfold,
as inside ritual of passions
eyes open with the freedom to create.
He stands,
as paint becomes tool like in-cents
permeating the moment
in sacred ceremony.
The Art becomes a living entity in nature.
Dancing steps a celebration
Paint a prayer whispered.
Each stroke revels a closeness
inside Gods presence as if angels push brush.
Each stroke merges with landscape
as hours melt away and time stops.
A feeling of oneness overpowers
where paint becomes life blood
and landscape becomes alive.
Model is infused in nature
as paint becomes skin
to echo visions grand.
And as passions to creation develop,
He becomes like wild cat
roaming wilderness to capture an image
An image where He plays so reality fades
and fantasy tickles senses.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC