Saturday, August 12, 2017

Don't look back; Candlelight; Mosquito aide ode; Collection of one; Hanging on in quiet desperation it's the English way; Grandson Michael Dix, edge strider





^,^



Candlelight


Crossing the porch in the hazy dusk
to worship the moon rising
like a yellow filling-station sign
on the black horizon,
you feel the faint grit
of ants beneath your shoes,
but keep on walking
because in this world
you have to decide what
you’re willing to kill.
Saving your marriage might mean
dinner for two
by candlelight on steak
raised on pasture
chopped out of rain forest
whose absence might mean
an atmospheric thinness
fifty years from now
above the vulnerable head
of your bald grandson on vacation
as the cells of his scalp
sautéed by solar radiation
break down like suspects
under questioning.
Still you slice
the sirloin into pieces
and feed each other
on silver forks
under the approving gaze
of a waiter
whose purchased attention
and French name
are a kind of candlelight themselves,
while in the background
the fingertips of the pianist
float over the tusks
of the slaughtered elephant
without a care,
as if the elephant
had granted its permission.

"Candlelight" by Tony Hoagland from Donkey Gospel. © Graywolf Press, 1998


^,^


Mosquito Aid Ode
 Here’s a toast I want to give
To a dear friend
Calamine lotion

For mosquito bites and hornet stings
Folks think you’re just the potion
Your fame has spread
Just like a rash
From here to the great land
Of Goshen

To poo-poo your
over-the counter
Power
Let no one take a
Notion

We swab you
On the part of us
That’s harmed by sting or bright sun
Then lay back and feel your chalky pink
Commence the soothing
function

How could we make it through
The summer
Without your balm
that someone
Way back when thought up for us
The extremist
Of all itching unction

So lift those glasses, yes
Lift them high
To Calamine you deserve rank
So thronely

We would in fact quaff a pink
Drink to you
If you weren’t for
External Use Only

[Ed.]





^,^


Collection of One

The red veined thing I hold as in my hand
Was  hard to collect
involving  snags and cuts and cracked bones,
seasons of taking  it for granted
It brittled, turned in color,
 too soon to be approaching nature’s compost
It may be dying, but I am only 80.

Now, I see this single one
in a proper perspective
 as only one in a billion
But it’s my one in a billion
Standing out from all the others
 I ponder it, top and bottom
So radiant still,

beating all, beating
others in a fuzzy background
even at a pulse of only 2 pixtels
  it’s clear enough for me
to win a contest if I could get to it

I do hold it

the nurses and doctors
listen for signs of life
It reminds me of a fallen leaf
So fragile
I’d press it, if I had a big enough book
of gentle poetry

Ye shall find it still
flexing in this manger
A small but once mighty engine.
A leaf, a fire, my heart.

[David Dix, 2005]




^,^


Adventurer, with his KM buddies an Extreme Man,
 Grandson Michael Dix






https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKtiXAmmJt8


Mike practices ski-board flip
with KMHS buddies

^,^


What's happening now
climbing in Utah where he lives

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10103086879306188&set=rpd.661772338&type=3&theater



Mike ascending Utah mountain



Mike makes vertical climb




With his brother Chris Dix



salutes with friends



Mike and his mom
a very patient mother
Sue Peters-Dix

[Her father, mike's other grandpa,  was  Berlin WI's CRAZY RALPH
so Mike is multi-endowed with zane]




Mike wears seaweed





At brother Chris's Carroll graduation
with mom, dad and sister, Melissa



On family vacation in Colorado
Uncle Dick, David Jr., Mike, Chris




Mike and his Uncle Lee Dix
play with an early computer


Who knows to what other heights Mike will climb?


For sure he'll be with Us and Them:
the Dixes and his buds


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIzw6NxM6zE



^,^

Note card to Alaska Kari's sent 8-12-17










Saturday, August 5, 2017

Old friend visits Odd Fellow; I wants to get an Airstream; Album; All that we have is now






A Druid, clair-voyageur, seer
trekked under the blue awning
 waterfall overhanging the Odd Fellow hall entrance
to call on an old friend Wednesday.

This time he brought another gift
beside a half-head of cabbage
from his wife's garden
which was later that very day partaken of
and enjoyed. 

His own offering was a vial ~ or phial ~
his own formula of an essential oil
he uses prior to putting himself down nightly for bed.
A method he uses to zone-out and put
the days care's and business behind him.

A restful mode overcomes him and he then sleeps
soundly.
His host did not inquire why he had brought
this gift.

Conversation flowed unhindered by 
any solicitations of prayer
yet some divining hand seemed involved
in the spoken zig-zag.

Other gifts have issued from Mystic Mike.
He brought an Escher cardstock solid
to his friend when he was laid-up.




It rests at the top of a basket of get-well cards.




Seen at a dessert table is
the Druid's wife Bev.
She too is kindly, sharing, for example, batches
of rhubarb cakes from her garden:




^,^
















^,^


Album of history




at the Three Brothers
Tom, Wis, David
circa 2014


^,^

All that we have is now























^,^


Interfaith Power and Light

from Rev. John Helt, ret'd



Religious activismFaith grows greener in the era of Donald Trump

An equal and opposite reaction to the eco-scepticism in the White House


Americans working at the interface between religion and care for the global environment have a new spring in their step these days. The reason is a paradoxical one. Donald Trump’s decision to pull the country out of the Paris accord on climate change has galvanised green-minded congregations, and even those who have not hitherto been especially green, to think harder about what they can do for the planet. 


http://www.economist.com/blogs/erasmus/2017/07/religious-activism?fromNewsdog=1&utm_source=NewsDog&utm_medium=referral