aquarius:

 

 

i don't know how all

these bridges got burned

but you are plowing through

the wreckage of stuff that

has nothing to do

with you. When your born,

even through the amniotic fog,

you start right then and there

being aware. (I still wait

by the river as the tall boats pass

and wave vigorously). My cousins

son, the autistic one, not the one who

steals your ink pins, sees the world

as an ocean hole or as the unlearned

endings of your final poems. Ask him,

and he writes his name as little

circles on the edge of the paper, which

I imagine is a perfect way to start a

new language, with circles

that synchronize the chains of

endless predation.

He will undoubtedly outlive us all.

Live in his ungrudging world to be 110

and be the oldest living autistic person

to survive the apocalypse.

Vampires will rule the land then.

Giants will plant our azaleas

Witches, all, will occupy the white house.

Those who remain will have their pick

of moonlit skies and since everyone

alive will live just a few blocks from

each other, no planes will ever

need be shot out of the sky.

 

Reviews

[writing mojo]

Sometimes i think your essence exhibits a continuum photographer, a keen (I) for connecting the realism with the out of focus, the sweeping shots over dropping the ball, there's such detail in each locomotion biographical tackle image to record, the panoramic angle of life through the mechanism from what really is the big picture.. you can do that, take the detail of ingredients your Momma's home cooked meals in the 60's and connect them through thick and thin with some connected tectonic plateful event happening right now...that's why i respect you and your writing ..for letting us know the cell dividing preparation it takes for you to make the main course..
sincerely the aquarius dragon in me wants such flash power to never become just extinction points..

[Marie Anzalone]

I think I got a glimpse, reading this, of how you write. Something triggers something in you, and you free-associate thoughts and emotions, forwards and backwards through time and space. It weaves this fascinating web of words that one must go back through, carefully untangling all lines to understand every association. It is masterful and complex weaving, reminding me of the intricate beadwork mandalas that I do, a theme worked around one or two central components. In this case, I see lines connecting you to the horrific news of the Malaysian flight shot down... the world's largely unknown tragedy of how much vital knowledge went down with that single senseless, selfish, act. If this is how we treat each other over differences, this emotional abandonment and abengation of responsibility, perhaps we do not deserve to make it after all?

[Horizon K.]

i don't know how all
these bridges got burned
but you are plowing through
the wreckage of stuff that
has nothing to do
with you. When your born,
even through the amniotic fog,
you start right then and there
being aware....

If it were so, that all that matters to us, is what we experience following our birth, or the birth of something with someone, the embryo could be watered with only the relevant... perhaps... But we never say, that things started only when we became aware, so we try to define the meaning of everything that happened before, that led us here. Sometimes, we discover apparent inconsistencies, and we try to explain in a way that makes sense... But because our words are shaped like asterisks or meandering lines-- shooting out different meanings, misaligned-- not like circles of a synchronized definition... we become unable to see from another's eyes-- we shoot planes out of the sky.

...he writes his name as little
circles on the edge of the paper, which
I imagine is a perfect way to start a
new language, with circles
that synchronize the chains of
endless predation...


I want to survive the apocalypse, and live in your storybook moonlight skies... where no one will be ever hurt, because this time-- perceptions align and the expressions always come out right...

A gorgeous poem Dana-- another fave of mine...

[Rita L. Sev]

Wow. I felt the power of this piece before reading your final lines, and upon reading these, tears came. Amazing work, Dana.

[W.k.kortas]

From amniotic fluid to the end of days (which I suspect the narrator is suggesting may be closer to hand than we think), and it's a hell of a trp. Anyone who isn't reading you has no clue what they are missing.

[Corset]

I get the east wing- promise! promise me now! lol. on a serious note though that was so messed up how they shot down that plane :( yesterday morning I found a roadkill which one would think would be armadillo or skunk or something no one really cares about , but it was a beautiful deer, in the middle of San Antonio, can you imagine the shock wave of finding that poor innocent creature so far away from the woods. how did it get there? (another ? for emphasis! ) There can't be wooded areas for miles and miles of here, it's poor lil legs stuck up in the air like a Saturday night brothel, it's sad I tells ya.

[Rene Salinas]

There a ocassions where logic must subside otherwise it is difficult to see what is right infront. And reading this is a pleasure mainly becuase of the way the words are put together. The beauty of writing and observation is so strong that it made want to have a few tries and it did not mind. The descriptions are easily digested (Hey I am over here in the UK) as I still felt as if I was there. I also happen to know people that have been branded autistic and well although that world is not the one I am in , it could have been.

The descriptions embraced me and took me on a tour of this great writing.

Thankyou

[Tree]

hard to leave a review on the entirety of the poem when I'm still fixated on the ending; Dana, you throw around the word master on a few of your reviews but you are steadily becoming the suzerain of finalities, or the end of the world, meaning, not only the apocalypse, but more precisely your endings. Your writing lately has had the effect of visually sticking with me d, for a long while even after I have read...

well done, overlord

Diego Paz