Sample Mids

1.


i
am
the
very
first
saying
clearly
:
whatever



 2. 

i
am
the
very
first
stater:
content
precedes
positions






3.





"a"
of
our
very
first
little
company
verified
wholistic
complexity.





4.

o
it
was
best
there
friend,
amongst
ancients.




5.

(author's note - in China Sì, "4"  or  四     is an unlucky number. Notoriously so. So I include 5 small easy pieces here.)



o
do
not
talk
about
poetry:
perform.




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My Work, Mids

Mids are a style of poetry in which one line starts with so many letters, and then the next line has the same number of letters +1. Simple enough. Here, from the Preface to my booklet, Mids:







From my booklet, Mids

The Mids

- A new form of poetry based on line and number which draws from the shape and texture of ancient poems.

by *

As if history weren't enough, the landscape of poetry contains another marbled vein: what could be called "Mids". The dubbing draws from the unique form of these poems. Simply put, line one has one letter. Line two has two letters, and so forth. The "Mid" nomenclature derives from the word pyramid, whose etymological derivations from Greek and Latin indicate something loosely translated as "Fire In The Middle". Thus, the -mid root of the word.

1

We as poets add to this willy-nilly a filter of Protoindoeuropean designation. For simplicity, I have chosen Latin, Greek or Slavic prefixes: one being represented by mono- , two being represented by duo-, &tc. Certainly license is taken as to how the sound of the resultant concatenation falls from poet's palette to paper's canvas. Indeed the poet’s instrument here is spryly honed. Content is of supreme importance, all the while balanced on the tightropes of letters iterating seriatim.

  Thus, for whatever reason, the name "Monamid" sounds, at least to the author's ear, better than "Unamid"; this being a case of a Greek root sounding better. If one went though for example instead to Slavic roots, the designation would be something like "Odinnamid". The "Odin" or "One" prefix might end up completely transmogrifying the intended meaning of the word, for "Odin" of course was the name of a Norse god in the cosmogony of the ancients. In any case the name "Monamid" sounds better than the other candidates...

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Thank you. 

dead poets never lie

28FEB11




beauty lingers in the eye
starlights brighten darkest sky
dead are those who never try
so
dead poets never lie


gather'd birds soon go fly
they leave 'fore we say goodbye;
I saw your beauty, now i'll die
but
every human needs to try


we're born as babes, grow to "I"
few climb mountains and go high
but
we made it once, you and I --
silly humans always die


SAE
take me skylark beyond far sky
I leave this poem to rhyme with "eye"
death be far, death come nigh-
we
dead poets never die.

home sweet home is now

People walking, Gandan Monastery. ©Owner this blog. 

That day I left Gandan in 2007 it was chilly. Minus 43 degrees to be exact. I began study there as a Buddhist monk. In fact I still study and keep my own dharma materials with me. I place some pictures here.

Of course if China knew about my connection they would make it diffucult; for example I have very much avoided falun da people - in fact I have found them to be lacking in the essence of real Buddhism.

There is a time and place for everything.


The beauty of the empire of Chingis Xaan was something to behold; we learn of it only today in echoes and imagery from the past. This year, 2011 - is the 803 anniversary of Chingis Xaan's birth. There was TOLERANCE in the greatest empire the world has ever known:

temple beside synagogue beside mosque beside shrine.

All beliefs were allowed to exist as part of the requirement for being in Chingis' firmament. He took over China, for example.  Coleridge Taylor's famous poem "In Xanadu did Kublai Khan a stately pleasure dome decree..."    refers to  the largest city in the world. Do you know the answer to the question for today?

QUESTION OF THE DAY: WHAT IS THE LARGEST CITY IN THE WORLD?

ANSWER: Chongqing China  PRC.

Population >30 million.

Zuun Naran treet, at entrance to Gandan Monastery.©

 

And a while back, the Xaan's kingdom extended over China. Of course many know that the reason the "Great Wall" was constructed was for protection from the invading throngs. Qongqing City ~ Qong Qing De = approximately Xong Na De = approximately Xanadu.

To the right, part of the little wall that separates Gandan form the neighboring GERs / yurts and dwellings in Ulan Bataar. I am slated to return to study this year, and look forward to warmer climes there in summer months. But come 19 September each year give or take, snow falls and pretty much does not leave as snow pack under foot.

Environs about the Gandan Monastery, Ulan Bataar © Owner this blog. 

Wherever I am is home. Now is home. Paradox, ambiguity, perhaps; I already blogged about the ambiguity thing.

But... time is so short, to do awakening and then dwell still in the world is just a momentary thing too.

I thought it would never arrive

My my. I thought the day might never arrive. I knew I would get my chance at being just another f*cking millionaire. No more rainy days, in other words...

To my Spam INbox came this:

I am Mr Buru Onya working with

African Development Bank(ADB)

Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso.

Dear friend,

This message might meet you in utmost surprise. However, it's just the urgent need for a foreign partner that made me to contact you for this transaction. I am Mr Buru Onya from Burkina Faso in west Africa. I got your e-mail contacts from website after my extensive search for capable person. I prayed and meditated fervently over it and i committed it into the hands of almighty that you should be the rightful person to help out before I made up my mind to contact you today.

I have the opportunity of transferring the left over fund sum of US$39.500 Million dollars into a foreign account and the said fund belongs to our deceased client. Hence, I am inviting you for a business deal where this money can be shared between us in the ratio of 60/40 if you agree to my business proposal.

Further details of the transfer will be forwarded to you as soon as I receive your return mail. Reply me here for security reasons, Email

(onya2011@voila.fr)

Have a great day.

Thanks,

Sincerely,

Mr Buru Onya

ASSIST ME

But hey, you know what, Mr. Onya - I am holding out for the big one, solly chollie. I wanna be a billionaire. Millionaire thing, not worth my while. But you have a nice day.

I think you owe it to yourself

we all know Tibet is a fascinating place. I have a lot of information about the country and traditions. I think you owe it to yourself to check it out via this link here if you are at all interested in the matter. Here I will remain letting deep waters run quietly and refer albeit obliquely to the "Oracle of Tibet":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9XQb_DeVBM&feature=user

treMENdous controversy exists since 1959 w.r.t the Dalai Lama - who as you might not know is considering naming his successor before he cashes in. China wants Tibet, but Tibet wants independence. The west has gone lightly (perhaps because there are only yaks and thanks there - no oil). It is an old too familiar story.

but - what would you say if you took the guiding, pivotal decisions for your life course and path from a guy who is stoned out of his gourd? would you do this thing?

no disrespect of course... but the absolute need for deepest consideration would be essential one might say...

Blogeo, ergo Sum.

0,
as
I go
public
from time
to time I enjoy
publishing here and there.

thus
mypublicpapers.wordpress.com

as well as here.

ok, well if Rabbie Burns was a gadabout bacchanalian I can follow suit in the spirit of poets.

In conclusion I posit, therefore after Descartes'
Cogito, ergo Sum:


for
the 21st
Century it is:

Blogeo, ergo Sum. 

talk amongst yourselves.