the bridge
by tim kavi
from
my otherness
across
the
narrow ridge
brave journeys
beheld
the bridge
taking
easy
steps
accompanied
by sure
breaths
walking
across
the abyss
was more
precarious
than the
surety
of your kiss
that
brought
me across
the oceans
to your bliss
to your
sweet lips
eternally sought
from a goddess
was bought
by our
redemptive love
and in
the morning
cold
when my steps
are not so
sure
in the
birthing
forlorning
old
the stones
of your
love
will build
every day
the bridge.
"Ground of Promise"
a Poem of Spring
by Tim Kavi
freshly
plowed earth
greets
the warming
sun
steam
rises as
life digs
through
seeking birth
in the sandy
soil
even there
it has roots
dawning
the tiny
seedlings
of a new
life
placed
there
by nature's
midwife
not evident
yet
is the full
realization
of that
which is
brought forth
that which is
your loving
hands
placed it there.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
"Hills of the Rich" (New Poem) with comments
"From the Hills of the Rich"
by Tim Kavi
tell me
pretty one
tell me
of all
you've done
where is the
song
coming from?
where is the
wrong
coming from?
everywhere
misjustice
flows
did you know?
ten thousand
souls
in the valley
below
are screaming
are scheming
to take your
mountain house
of which
they are dreaming
they are dreaming
your armies
will crush
them
send them back
below
where all
the "non people"
go
why are they
dreaming
dreams are
the only
rest
for the
oppressed
that weren't
blessed
to be born
from where
you're seeing
you're seeing
what will
you do next?
poet's comments: this is about oppressed peoples everywhere and everywhen.
Any resemblance to what is happening in Tibet recently is coincidental.--T.K.
by Tim Kavi
tell me
pretty one
tell me
of all
you've done
where is the
song
coming from?
where is the
wrong
coming from?
everywhere
misjustice
flows
did you know?
ten thousand
souls
in the valley
below
are screaming
are scheming
to take your
mountain house
of which
they are dreaming
they are dreaming
your armies
will crush
them
send them back
below
where all
the "non people"
go
why are they
dreaming
dreams are
the only
rest
for the
oppressed
that weren't
blessed
to be born
from where
you're seeing
you're seeing
what will
you do next?
poet's comments: this is about oppressed peoples everywhere and everywhen.
Any resemblance to what is happening in Tibet recently is coincidental.--T.K.
update regarding: o the technology
well happily...
the failure of computerized technology recently was only a momentary blip...
I received my completely repaired system back from the manufacturer after only a week's delay. my old system worked sufficiently until the return...
so all appears to be well
numerous sacrifices to the computer gods continue
I have no excuse no tto keep writing! :-)
the failure of computerized technology recently was only a momentary blip...
I received my completely repaired system back from the manufacturer after only a week's delay. my old system worked sufficiently until the return...
so all appears to be well
numerous sacrifices to the computer gods continue
I have no excuse no tto keep writing! :-)
Thursday, March 13, 2008
o the technology
what webs they devise to deceive us !
I have been hard at work on my novel "Mistaken Identities" .
I was working hard, writing some of my best stuff to date. (I am not easy to please at all, but I was happy for once). The subplots are moving along, the storylines beginning to converge and the characters are doing both expected and unexpected things as the story unfolds. (I know you know what I mean). But when the technology also does unexpected things, what then?
Three days ago I backed up the entire novel on a portable storage device. One of those small memory devices you can plug into any USB port on a computer. So at least I have that.
Then I write two days ago the whole day, a great scene. Pretty happy with it.
Yes you can tell where this is going huh?
Yesterday morning at 6:20 AM ( the next morning after the writing), I woke up to the sound of a huge hissing. (No it wasn't a giant lizard). I hear it coming form my brand new computer system. There is a large pop (as it has just arced), and I see a flash of white light (not that white light), and the end of story (literally) is that my system is completely not functioning after the electric event. (It happened even though the system had been powered down for the night. The power supply appears to be toast and maybe the motherboard).
It is under warranty (like I said this system is NEW)....but NOT THE WRITING!
So, the great scene I just wrote--a day's full labor is gone. The system must go in for warranty repair and I cannot tamper with the hard drive, or it will void the warranty. They tell me it will be reset to factory settings when I get it back, if I get it back.
I know this sounds like whining, and it is ONLY one FULL day's work, so I suppose I really am lucky. If it had been the entire novel, that would have been a disaster, but even I, am not fool enough to never have backed that up in several places ! Still, I was pleased with that day's work, and now it will have to be redone. wah!
I just love these forced rewrites! And the lesson is save every day and back it up somewhere else! Every time!
so rather than become discouraged...
I will write it again right away while it is fresh in my memory.
So I hook up my old computer yesterday.
This morning I sat down to rewrite the scene from two days ago...on THAT system.
Now, my old computer..
It has been Ms. Reliable for ten years. I upgraded it over the years. I wrote my previously published works on it. Still it was slow on the net, and I wanted to be able to watch DVDs and so on and listen to music and it just didnt have the processor, so I bought that new one...BUT AT LEAST I COULD WRITE ON THIS OLD SYSTEM...
This morning, I fire it up. Then IT TOO collapses... not for the same reason , but for now it seems unrepairable as well.
Then my glasses broke!
IS this entropy gone awry? What ruse is this?
So what technology daimon conspires against me?
And where is the good old typewriter, I know I used to have one..you know that thing that writers used to use to write with?
so will I beg borrow or steal another computer to get going? Or do I break out the pen and paper...
or will the pen run out of ink or break next!
thanks for reading this rant...
people do not know how frustrating this can be when the writing is flowing, nor the seemingly unsurmountable difficulties the author could have faced WHILE writing that book that they are holding in their hands.
still smiling and knowing I wont be deterred. Even if I have to take my little USB storage device to every rented or borrowed computer in town!
stay tuned for further details
tim kavi
I have been hard at work on my novel "Mistaken Identities" .
I was working hard, writing some of my best stuff to date. (I am not easy to please at all, but I was happy for once). The subplots are moving along, the storylines beginning to converge and the characters are doing both expected and unexpected things as the story unfolds. (I know you know what I mean). But when the technology also does unexpected things, what then?
Three days ago I backed up the entire novel on a portable storage device. One of those small memory devices you can plug into any USB port on a computer. So at least I have that.
Then I write two days ago the whole day, a great scene. Pretty happy with it.
Yes you can tell where this is going huh?
Yesterday morning at 6:20 AM ( the next morning after the writing), I woke up to the sound of a huge hissing. (No it wasn't a giant lizard). I hear it coming form my brand new computer system. There is a large pop (as it has just arced), and I see a flash of white light (not that white light), and the end of story (literally) is that my system is completely not functioning after the electric event. (It happened even though the system had been powered down for the night. The power supply appears to be toast and maybe the motherboard).
It is under warranty (like I said this system is NEW)....but NOT THE WRITING!
So, the great scene I just wrote--a day's full labor is gone. The system must go in for warranty repair and I cannot tamper with the hard drive, or it will void the warranty. They tell me it will be reset to factory settings when I get it back, if I get it back.
I know this sounds like whining, and it is ONLY one FULL day's work, so I suppose I really am lucky. If it had been the entire novel, that would have been a disaster, but even I, am not fool enough to never have backed that up in several places ! Still, I was pleased with that day's work, and now it will have to be redone. wah!
I just love these forced rewrites! And the lesson is save every day and back it up somewhere else! Every time!
so rather than become discouraged...
I will write it again right away while it is fresh in my memory.
So I hook up my old computer yesterday.
This morning I sat down to rewrite the scene from two days ago...on THAT system.
Now, my old computer..
It has been Ms. Reliable for ten years. I upgraded it over the years. I wrote my previously published works on it. Still it was slow on the net, and I wanted to be able to watch DVDs and so on and listen to music and it just didnt have the processor, so I bought that new one...BUT AT LEAST I COULD WRITE ON THIS OLD SYSTEM...
This morning, I fire it up. Then IT TOO collapses... not for the same reason , but for now it seems unrepairable as well.
Then my glasses broke!
IS this entropy gone awry? What ruse is this?
So what technology daimon conspires against me?
And where is the good old typewriter, I know I used to have one..you know that thing that writers used to use to write with?
so will I beg borrow or steal another computer to get going? Or do I break out the pen and paper...
or will the pen run out of ink or break next!
thanks for reading this rant...
people do not know how frustrating this can be when the writing is flowing, nor the seemingly unsurmountable difficulties the author could have faced WHILE writing that book that they are holding in their hands.
still smiling and knowing I wont be deterred. Even if I have to take my little USB storage device to every rented or borrowed computer in town!
stay tuned for further details
tim kavi
Monday, March 10, 2008
Melodies of Love
"Melodies of Love"
by Tim Kavi
when he found
her again
after the music
did
he kissed
her
and kissed
her
I won't lose you again
melodies of love
sometimes darken
rooms
she had
left her
light on
for him to see
this wasn't
the same goddess
he knew
she shined
witha light
of their love
that was
completely new.
by Tim Kavi
when he found
her again
after the music
did
he kissed
her
and kissed
her
I won't lose you again
melodies of love
sometimes darken
rooms
she had
left her
light on
for him to see
this wasn't
the same goddess
he knew
she shined
witha light
of their love
that was
completely new.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
blog special: "The Once Jabbering Monkey"
"The Once Jabbering Monkey"
by Tim Kavi
the realization
that love is eternal
is so utterly speechless
that even I
the jabbering monkey
is quiet
in the great eclipse.
by Tim Kavi
the realization
that love is eternal
is so utterly speechless
that even I
the jabbering monkey
is quiet
in the great eclipse.
Poet's Rant: Poet's Disclaimer: What I think my writing might say
I have edited the following rant:
let me just say that I meant no offense to any of my dear readers as I am lucky if anyone reads my poetry and grateful to hear from any reader at any time...
remember the most important intrepretation for any reading is what the reader thinks...not the creator..
having said such I leave a few comments in this entry intact:
What I think my writing might say...
I like to think that some of my poems may be for anyone who has ever experienced a loss, lost a love, experienced loneliness, or the shock or joy of unexpected events that occur in interpersonal relating (what dialogicians call the 'surprise of the other' or Buber called a 'meeting' or 'mismeeting'). For me, life is full of the horror of mismeetings and the grace of meetings as well.
I must tell you that if you read them carefully, many of my poems celebrate both otherness, transcendence of that otherness, and the redemptive power of a coming or returning love--if one does not give up hope! And sometimes this love can be divine...ask any seeker at a spiritual retreat about that!
Does this mean that my writing is all about ME? (Yes I have lost loves, divine and temporal, but there are other levels here in my writing). I prefer to think it is about being human.
Also, there is an essentialist perspective lacking in my writing. The concrete particular of my dialogical views point to a belief that I do have: a belief that brings to any current dialogue between person and person the creation of a shared possibility, but constructed moment. These moments are more real than any past events, for the present is what we have the most to deal with. If mind is created socially then there is a longing for the social in the non essentialist, that dictates an understanding that existence precedes essence--a common existential view.
So, please dear readers in the spirit of dialogue, Ask instead: how does my poem ( or any poem) speak to you in the moment?, not: just what does it say about me (the poet)? And if you now can, not what I think it is saying as it was even written above...or any of my blog entries.
Many of my poems are highly sensitive to the importance (or appreciation and esteem) of the other. So, my work strives to say that others are very important. Also as a romantic poet finding others in love is a wonderful thing! For me, this is especially feminine otherness. Masculinity without femininity is dead.
I appreciate any and all readers of my work. I am happy to hear from them. And be in dialogue with you all persons, and other sentient beings (like conscious robots ;-) ) I do welcome your views.
tim kavi
smiling even joking across the abyss
let me just say that I meant no offense to any of my dear readers as I am lucky if anyone reads my poetry and grateful to hear from any reader at any time...
remember the most important intrepretation for any reading is what the reader thinks...not the creator..
having said such I leave a few comments in this entry intact:
What I think my writing might say...
I like to think that some of my poems may be for anyone who has ever experienced a loss, lost a love, experienced loneliness, or the shock or joy of unexpected events that occur in interpersonal relating (what dialogicians call the 'surprise of the other' or Buber called a 'meeting' or 'mismeeting'). For me, life is full of the horror of mismeetings and the grace of meetings as well.
I must tell you that if you read them carefully, many of my poems celebrate both otherness, transcendence of that otherness, and the redemptive power of a coming or returning love--if one does not give up hope! And sometimes this love can be divine...ask any seeker at a spiritual retreat about that!
Does this mean that my writing is all about ME? (Yes I have lost loves, divine and temporal, but there are other levels here in my writing). I prefer to think it is about being human.
Also, there is an essentialist perspective lacking in my writing. The concrete particular of my dialogical views point to a belief that I do have: a belief that brings to any current dialogue between person and person the creation of a shared possibility, but constructed moment. These moments are more real than any past events, for the present is what we have the most to deal with. If mind is created socially then there is a longing for the social in the non essentialist, that dictates an understanding that existence precedes essence--a common existential view.
So, please dear readers in the spirit of dialogue, Ask instead: how does my poem ( or any poem) speak to you in the moment?, not: just what does it say about me (the poet)? And if you now can, not what I think it is saying as it was even written above...or any of my blog entries.
Many of my poems are highly sensitive to the importance (or appreciation and esteem) of the other. So, my work strives to say that others are very important. Also as a romantic poet finding others in love is a wonderful thing! For me, this is especially feminine otherness. Masculinity without femininity is dead.
I appreciate any and all readers of my work. I am happy to hear from them. And be in dialogue with you all persons, and other sentient beings (like conscious robots ;-) ) I do welcome your views.
tim kavi
smiling even joking across the abyss
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