Beautiful Things #1.

I have decided to start taking more notice of the beautiful things in life.  One of the most beautiful things I have seen this past week has been this short video.  (now a working link)

Everton tribute to the 96 who died at Hillsborough by emmysguysandgals

Beauty can come from the most ugly of things.  What happened at Hillsborough 23 years ago was an ugly thing.  The lies told about it were ugly, and the truth revealed this past week is rather ugly too.  But this tribute by Everton FC to the campaign for truth and justice by the families of the 96 dead Liverpool supporters is both beautiful and quite moving.  It brought a lump to my throat anyway.  Despite everything, never forget that  there is real goddam human decency out there, even in football.

http://www.independent.co.uk/sport/football/news-and-comment/hillsborough–police-did-doctor-evidence-in-bid-to-avoid-blame-8126233.html

http://www.thestar.co.uk/sport/football/make-hillsborough-disaster-s-guilty-parties-pay-liverpool-captain-1-4954267

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Richard Brautigan Quotes and Poems.

For no reason other than the fact I feel like it, and possibly for the need to have some beauty in my life, here is a collection of lines from the writings of Richard Brautigan.  He is quite possibly one of the main reasons I am such a sentimental fool….

I’m haunted a little this evening by feelings that have no vocabulary and events that should be explained in dimensions of lint rather than words.
Ive been examining half-scraps of my childhood.  They are pieces of distant life that have no form or meaning.  They are things that just happened like lint.”
From Lint, in Revenge of The Lawn.

I will be very careful the next time I fall in love, she told herself. Also, she had made a promise to herself that she intended on keeping. She was never going to go out with another writer: no matter how charming, sensitive, inventive or fun they could be. They weren’t worth it in the long run. They were emotionally too expensive and the upkeep was complicated. They were like having a vacuum cleaner around the house that broke all the time and only Einstein could fix it.
She wanted her next lover to be a broom.
From Sombrero Fallout.

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door,
she slowly closed out of sight,
and she was the woman that I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
     of her dreams.
From Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt.

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.”

———–

The Beautiful Poem”

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking
about you.

Pissing a few moments ago
I looked down at my penis
affectionately.

Knowing it has been inside
you twice today makes me
feel beautiful.”

———–

Once upon a valley
There came down
From some goldenblue mountains
A handsome young prince
Who was riding a dawncolored horse
Names Lordsburg.

I love you
You’re my breathing castle
Gentle so gentle
We’ll live forever

In the valley
There was a beautiful maiden
Whom the prince drifted into love with
Like a New Mexico made from apple thunder and long
glass beds.

I love you
You’re my breathing castle
Gentle so gentle
We’ll live forever

The prince enchanted
The maiden
And they rode off
On the dawncolored horse
Named Lordsburg
Toward the goldenblue mountains.

I love you
You’re my breathing castle
Gentle so gentle
We’ll live forever

They would have lived
happily ever after
if the horse hadn’t had
a flat tire
In front of a dragon’s
House.”
All from The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.”
From All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace.

Beautiful, sobbing
high-geared fucking
and then to lie silently
like deer tracks in the
freshly-fallen snow beside
the one you love.
That’s all.
Deer Tracks.

Say “Aye, Aye, Aye” to Ono no Komachi.

I stumbled upon the poetry of Ono no Komachi just last week.  She is a Japanese poet of uncertain origins, and her poetry – over a thousand years old – is tremendously passionate, raw, and powerful.  I like it a lot, and have been reading as much as I can get my hands on.  It is said she was a woman of tremendous beauty who enjoyed many lovers, most of whom had their hearts broken.  Though reading her poems it would seem she was no stranger to having her heart broken herself.  As one who has loved, and lost, rather fiercely, I can identify readily with many of the sentiments expressed.  Check this one out for example –

The flowers withered
Their color faded away
While meaninglessly
I spent my days in the world
And the long rains were falling.”

This is a lovely example of what is known as the ‘Tanka’, or ‘Waka’ style of poetry.   This method eschews rhyme for structure.  Each line has a precise number of syllables, with each poem consisting of five lines in the pattern of 5-7-5-7-7.   Though perhaps due to the difficulties of translation from Japanese, it would appear that not all Komachi’s poems adhere to this pattern.  Still, I think they are great, and I hope you too will join me in saying “aye, aye, aye” to Ono no Komachi.  Here are a few more to whet your appetite –

This body grown fragile,
floating, a reed cut from its roots…
If a stream would ask me
to follow, I’d go, I think.”

—–

I thought to pick
the flower of forgetting
for myself,
but I found it
already growing in his heart.

—–

Those gifts you left
have become my enemies:
without them
there might have been
a moment’s forgetting.”

—–

Though I go to you
ceaselessly along dream paths,
the sum of those trysts
is less than a single glimpse
granted in the waking world.