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Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. VIII
Starpoet Newsletter
Volume IX, No. VIII
The evergreen temples
Have been aged white with sleet
The wrath of jealous gods
Grown petulant over their beauty
Have been aged white with sleet
The wrath of jealous gods
Grown petulant over their beauty
The path from our home
Waits treacherously for footsteps
Hoping to slip the bonds
Connecting you to me
Waits treacherously for footsteps
Hoping to slip the bonds
Connecting you to me
The gods have grown weak
Their memory no longer casts fear
Or holds any power over
The world’s knowing heart
Their memory no longer casts fear
Or holds any power over
The world’s knowing heart
The citadels still tower bravely
Daring heavens’ worst
Love burns fiercely within us
Without the blessing of the gods
Daring heavens’ worst
Love burns fiercely within us
Without the blessing of the gods
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2008 C. E.
Now, you can tell when they're ready by poking them with your finger.
And if it's resilient, they're done.
If it's still squashy like a raw breast, it isn't done.
And if it's hard, it is, uh, it's overdone which is too bad.
And if it's resilient, they're done.
If it's still squashy like a raw breast, it isn't done.
And if it's hard, it is, uh, it's overdone which is too bad.
-- Julia Child
hopefully talking about food
hopefully talking about food
Written while snow, sleet, and rain make driving miserable. The United States has successfull destroyed its errant satellite and China is whining because they failed completely when they attempted to do the same thing to one of their satellites a couple of years go.
world enough and time
Promises
The line it is drawn,
The curse it is cast
Across the hills, below the mountains,
In the valley of the snow,
Where the path is a tight arc,
Devonian rock on two separate curves,
Running past the temple and the mosque
Above the flood’s high water mark:
There love hides what once was spoken
And silence serves a timeless bond.
In the valley of the snow,
Where the path is a tight arc,
Devonian rock on two separate curves,
Running past the temple and the mosque
Above the flood’s high water mark:
There love hides what once was spoken
And silence serves a timeless bond.
Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May
If the stars should tumble headlong
To fall earthward from the heavens,
And the Sierra slowly crumble to the sea,
We will remember that moment in time,
Seemingly lost in forgotten eternities,
When we exchanged promises and thought
The world would follow us effortlessly
As we danced in and out of the moonlight.
To fall earthward from the heavens,
And the Sierra slowly crumble to the sea,
We will remember that moment in time,
Seemingly lost in forgotten eternities,
When we exchanged promises and thought
The world would follow us effortlessly
As we danced in and out of the moonlight.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
this will be on the test
Palaeontologica
An ailuravine rodent from the lower Cambay,
Palaeobiogeographic implications in western India;
Basal abelisaurid and carcharodontosaurid,
Theropods from the Niger Cretaceaous,
Hadrosaurs from northeastern China,
A skull of a temnospondyl from the middle Triassic;
Silurian theolodants and dictyopteran assemblages,
Morphologic reconstruction of tangle-veined flies;
The cranial anatomy of an early turtle,
The mandible of a mastodon from Uruguay;
Bioerosion in shell beds from the Pliocene,
New specimens of amphibians from Uzbekistan:
Life is not all tyrannosaurs and horny tri-tops
Despite what the Creationists or Spielberg may think.
Palaeobiogeographic implications in western India;
Basal abelisaurid and carcharodontosaurid,
Theropods from the Niger Cretaceaous,
Hadrosaurs from northeastern China,
A skull of a temnospondyl from the middle Triassic;
Silurian theolodants and dictyopteran assemblages,
Morphologic reconstruction of tangle-veined flies;
The cranial anatomy of an early turtle,
The mandible of a mastodon from Uruguay;
Bioerosion in shell beds from the Pliocene,
New specimens of amphibians from Uzbekistan:
Life is not all tyrannosaurs and horny tri-tops
Despite what the Creationists or Spielberg may think.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
Does anyone know the last science course Obama took?
losing it
Banlieue 13
Gun shots while the President watches,
Student on student across the nation,
Student on student across the nation,
And all he ever does is ask for prayers,
Calling the middle school principal,
The university chancellor,
The university chancellor,
Expressing his very Christian sorrow
That another, then another, then another
Young American is struck down
In some institution of constitutional learning:
Young American is struck down
In some institution of constitutional learning:
He takes no action, issues no dry drunk
Presidential orders except those directing
Presidential orders except those directing
Waterboarding the law of the land.
This is our president,
This is our nation,
God help us all.
This is our nation,
God help us all.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
one thing led to another and then ...
The Dook in the Gloppidy Glop
If you don’t believe me,
Talk to the dwarf,
He saw the whole thing
-- the knife, the bullet hole,
Who did what and when
And where the Queen of Hearts
Was hidden when it all went down.
Ask him. I was just the person
Who was walking by with a camera,
Recorded the action, then sold the disk
To the Eleven O’ Clock news
-- I led, right after the weather
and the latest Britney scoop
(Real horrorshow that,
All groody and glooopy strakh).
You can download a copy yourself
If you visit The Tube.
Talk to the dwarf,
He saw the whole thing
-- the knife, the bullet hole,
Who did what and when
And where the Queen of Hearts
Was hidden when it all went down.
Ask him. I was just the person
Who was walking by with a camera,
Recorded the action, then sold the disk
To the Eleven O’ Clock news
-- I led, right after the weather
and the latest Britney scoop
(Real horrorshow that,
All groody and glooopy strakh).
You can download a copy yourself
If you visit The Tube.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
What is Obama's position on China as an emerging superpower?
on warn peaches and all that stuff
Beyond
Yorktown and
Hiroshima
The world outside is a bloody, most untidy mess,
Filled full fathom with death, dying, and deceit;
When we find we must be uncivilized and deadly,
For sometimes there is no other good choice,
We should do so with reluctance and with honor,
Doing what must be done with well honed swiftness.
Without a doubt, at times, we may wish to confess
After the blood and the bullets have stopped flowing,
But we must leave our soul concerns to the afterworld
Where there will be time enough and reason to repent;
Once engaged, we should just perform and execute:
Hesitation will only serve to kill every one of us.
Filled full fathom with death, dying, and deceit;
When we find we must be uncivilized and deadly,
For sometimes there is no other good choice,
We should do so with reluctance and with honor,
Doing what must be done with well honed swiftness.
Without a doubt, at times, we may wish to confess
After the blood and the bullets have stopped flowing,
But we must leave our soul concerns to the afterworld
Where there will be time enough and reason to repent;
Once engaged, we should just perform and execute:
Hesitation will only serve to kill every one of us.
This world holds dear many frightful, needful evils,
Necessary sins so dark not even our gods imagine.
Necessary sins so dark not even our gods imagine.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
We all have skeletons in our closets that we would rather keep hidden.
What lurks in Obama's?
aboard the aeroplane
Writers’ Block
At the crossroads I struck a bargain
To write until one hundred twenty-five;
If I should stop, I would surely die,
Silence bringing death to my soul.
To write until one hundred twenty-five;
If I should stop, I would surely die,
Silence bringing death to my soul.
So I write, I breathe, I am alive
Until the muse and I part ways
And then, only then and always,
And then, only then and always,
All is history and decay
And I write no more.
And I write no more.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
In the real world, Fairy Tales seldom come to a good end.
How familiar is Obama with Grimms'?
a bit of starpoet
The Importance of the Crosshairs
I do not know how to handle
Space and time -- there is only now:
Space and time -- there is only now:
Then now, what will be now,
And the eternal now in which I live.
And the eternal now in which I live.
It all feels much the same
Inside my mind, inside my brain,
Inside this stubbornly aging,
Well medicated flesh.
Inside this stubbornly aging,
Well medicated flesh.
In earlier nows, I knew little
That now seems commonplace
In the current moment
Of my consciousness.
That now seems commonplace
In the current moment
Of my consciousness.
What will be more tomorrow,
I can only hazard guess,
Extrapolate what soon expects
To briefly be my here.
I can only hazard guess,
Extrapolate what soon expects
To briefly be my here.
Death is someplace other,
Some unanticipated now
That I will neither suffer or experience
Until now, my now, escapes me.
Some unanticipated now
That I will neither suffer or experience
Until now, my now, escapes me.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
What is to become of the seven sisters feminists,
Not to mention the race card ambulance chasers?
sharing
Full Steel Migraine
Pain
Pause
Pain Pain
Pause
Twitch
Twitch
Try to Focus
Pain
Dizziness
Nausea
Try to Stand
Try to Stand
PaiIn
Lay down
Shift around
Take more meds
Pain
Pain Pain
PaIn
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
Who else is looking forward to four or eight years
of Michelle Obama on open mike night?
of Michelle Obama on open mike night?
yesterday, today, tomorrow
Flow
Her gray eyes fixed on mine,
I held firm, didn’t turn away:
Everything in the room
Except the silence disappeared.
I kissed her, she said I’m not;
Meeting her head on, ,
But you can be, kissing her again
Then stepping away.
The sunlight slipped through the trees
Into the room, key lighting my breasts
-- I heard her breath stop, slowly release,
Move closer to me, supposing an answer
She had not yet decided to give.
And if we do? asking for an answer,
Then we will, for the moment,
Until the morning, after breakfast.
Into the room, key lighting my breasts
-- I heard her breath stop, slowly release,
Move closer to me, supposing an answer
She had not yet decided to give.
And if we do? asking for an answer,
Then we will, for the moment,
Until the morning, after breakfast.
Afterwards, without make-up,
We talked, compared notes,
Watching the earth’s shadow
Dance across the moon;
This doesn’t mean … I know,
She pivots, retreats, I follow,
Wishing to see her, see me,
We come to agreement over coffee.
We talked, compared notes,
Watching the earth’s shadow
Dance across the moon;
This doesn’t mean … I know,
She pivots, retreats, I follow,
Wishing to see her, see me,
We come to agreement over coffee.
Lisa Jain Thompson
February 2008
February 2008
When words no longer suffice
And hope fails to move
And hope fails to move
Terrorist bombings and racial genocides,
Do we send in the Army
Or a new thesaurus?
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