Feb
19
2007
As the theme to Gigantor comes to an end a little soul buttering is in order. Things being yelm and dandy and all that i turn to my tree poets, a mystery class of elementary students who have befriended the mighty wooden titans of laurelhurst park. I spotted a sign by the base of a tree thinking it an identi-plaque, you know genus and species and things gone latin but low and behold, words of wisdom and depth littered the grove with index cards snarled by white yarn. some of them read like this:
my tree prves shawe it can prves Fieer the sun & it prves bogs and it can have boges and honey the end by Johanna
If I were a tree by cassidee If I were a tree I would be strong. I would live life happily until the end. I would stand tall in all situations, I would never give up.
They give us oxegyn. They shade us They give us the gift of theyre beauty The end Ruby
Take in the sun don\’t let it rain life is magic. Sometimes I have a tornado sometimes I have snow. Parts of life. by Perrin
I do not have Madison poem because it still hangs on the tree. I will copy it tomorrow cause its my fav, but these are strong and wonderful. Poetry in the Park amongst the trees for all to enjoy. Brilliant teachers!!
peace
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Feb
19
2007
So a Jew, a Christian, and a Muslim are naked in a tiled shower and the soap drops… then some religious and political babble add lather to the the mix. So what happens next you may ponder. Surely this can not end well. But wait, is that super posi-energy lurking around the corner. (yes dom, it resides with me).The jew is a druid biding his time, the christian an ex-flyboy mowing lawns and the muslim, a traveling Iranian claiming to be a baptist. Hmm. The jew is cut, the others are not. The flyboy wants later gym hours, the others do not care. The muslim rambles on, the others do not understand (oh of course they do). But they could all agree that the bible is not to be taken literally and like the fables of Aesop, drawing inspiration from moral and universal truths, real happiness and the cure to the insanity all around is within themselves with love and peace being the driving forces. To accept and receive the light and give it back to others thus becoming enlightened. A heartfelt conclusion amongst three naked men of diverse background and foreground. They also agreed that the druid should eat more. maybe some chicken??
and writing of chicken…Slam. The chicken rebounds. Slam. Down again but resiliently, relentlessly the chicken leaps, dodges and weaves, dives to grasp onto and ride the wave, the deluge of printing bursting through the coop. Kudos to Anthony Fontanilla for two awesome poster designs and print projects completed!! Looking forward to many more!! and to the Dandies who own my next week- Thanx for keeping the chicken in a warm place all these years. I am truly grateful and blessed to be a part of it all!!
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