We moved by water, slowly
found our way in the dark, through the canals,
around the tight corners. We moved slowly-
circled out & in, put it together
like some kind of needlework. Some places
folks don't live their lives in a straight line.
James Koller (1936-2014)
15 Oct 87 Venezia
***
One Journey
Moths and other sacred wings
Butterflies and bees whisper
In breath of the wind
Blessed way blessing way things
Dreams are the minds streams
Thought pictures of the spirit
There are dreams of the day
There are dreams of the night
Thinking and dreaming are related
Dreams of the day we make our own
Dreams of night part eternals stone
There are dream takers
Taking from dream worlds
Taking dreams as a way of
Stealing thoughts
Turning minds inside then out
Dream slavers want to change
Our connections to ourselves
Mess with our dreams make us unsure
Unclear about right and wrong
Feed our dreams and instincts
To industrial profit machine
Difference between dream and fantasy
Reality and illusion center and no center
Dreams of the day keep our spirits alive
Our creative mind who we really are
With dreams we can create and heal
Follow our original purpose
Dreams are protection good medicine
Blessed way blessings way things
Sun and moon continue
We are all on one journey
John Trudell (1946-2015)
from Children of Earth
Childs Voice
As Jim hits the road once again we will keep you posted on his whereabouts. Please email poetry, photos, stories et cetera to crowstalktohim@gmail.com & we will share them here. Thank you.
10 December 2015
25 November 2015
hello from Dianella in Italy
Ciao, with the permission of Jed Koller almost every day I put in my blog one poem of Jim from "A river I could't find":https:// poesiaprosaspontanea. wordpress.com/2015/11/21/a- river-i-couldnt-find-di-james- koller-2/
I love so much these poems of Jim and I remember him as poet and as person. In few day is the 10 dicember, as you know naturally14 October 2015
13 March 2015
20 February 2015
Another song for James Koller. Love, Bertie
Searching For Blue Sky
my father died an old
man coyote crow
face to the open
window sky road
we gathered around
the world together him
a lifetime of
children lovers friends
searching
for blue sky
oh joplin missouri
wind & clouds & rain
a poet died in your arms
but to you it's all the same
we're all just passing through
nomads drifters tramps
on our way to somewhere else
black coffee & maps
searching
for blue sky
set me loose on the
highways back-roads trails
let my heart
open love wail
for the days yet to
come be pass
from now until my
final closing last
searching
for blue sky
my father died an old
man coyote crow
face to the open
window sky road
beneath a mid-day sun
whiskey feathers bells
together we bade him
fare-thee-well
searching
for blue sky
23 Jan 15
05 February 2015
from Ida Rose
There is a chair in my kitchen where you've always sat
I look over
and see you there
watching me.
You smile. And with your same eyes,
I smile back.
2/4/2015
(I love you, dad.)
I look over
and see you there
watching me.
You smile. And with your same eyes,
I smile back.
2/4/2015
(I love you, dad.)
04 February 2015
M. Swift - For Jim, on the 49th Day
For Jim, on the 49th Day
Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:
a star at dawn,
a bubble in a stream;
a flash
of lightning in a summer cloud,
a flickering lamp,
a phantom
and
a dream.
— The Diamond Sutra
29 January 2015
After reading " from a daughter" - Dianella
After reading " from a daughter"
Ci sono persone
che rimangono sempre fuori di noi
anche se le tocchiamo
ci parliamo
ci scambiamo parole
e ci auguriamo belle cose -
altre le vedi due volte
ma intensamente
altre non le hai mai viste
sono morte da anni e decenni e anche più -
eppure le senti ogni giorno dentro di te -
sono i tuoi maestri -
oppure
le hai viste quelle due volte
intensamente
e quando ti dicono è morto
senti che è venuto a stare da te
dentro di te -
è una cosa strana ma vera
------------------------------ ---------
Dianella
Ci sono persone
che rimangono sempre fuori di noi
anche se le tocchiamo
ci parliamo
ci scambiamo parole
e ci auguriamo belle cose -
altre le vedi due volte
ma intensamente
altre non le hai mai viste
sono morte da anni e decenni e anche più -
eppure le senti ogni giorno dentro di te -
sono i tuoi maestri -
oppure
le hai viste quelle due volte
intensamente
e quando ti dicono è morto
senti che è venuto a stare da te
dentro di te -
è una cosa strana ma vera
------------------------------
Dianella
from John Lane
Thank you for sending me this link. I was so sad to hear of Jim's
passing. Please accept my sincerest condolences. Peter Garland had
emailed me to let me know that Jim had passed. I wish we had been able
to mount a production of The Bone Show for them, but I just couldn't get
it together.
It is lovely to see all of the tributes pouring in from various poets and friends. Thank you for sending me the link.
I have a picture of Jim and Peter. Perhaps you'd like to put it up? It is from 2011. And here's a link to excerpts from The Bone Show: https://www.youtube.com/watch? v=pHDNnGe5SRE
All the Best,
JL
It is lovely to see all of the tributes pouring in from various poets and friends. Thank you for sending me the link.
I have a picture of Jim and Peter. Perhaps you'd like to put it up? It is from 2011. And here's a link to excerpts from The Bone Show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?
All the Best,
JL
15 January 2015
from a daughter
Poem title: "Because I told you that you would live on through me"
When a person dies
many say that they leave
an emptiness
I have been looking for this emptiness
under rocks, in the sky, in city bricks and on train tracks
in sounds
like the tea kettle whistle, or the winter rain hitting the window
Disconcerted
I can't find the emptiness
I keep running into You
here, there
here, there
Even the prism through which I see and hear
all of these things
has your hand so firmly in its blueprint
So why should there be emptiness when You are everywhere
and the world has become so full of You
that my heart intermingles its beats
with Your own?
02 January 2015
Jerome Rothenberg - The Sky that Harbors Heaven
The Sky that Harbors
Heaven
into the
homeless
state
the lines
of poets
move
not hardened yet
into belief
& other acts
of cruelty
their voices
lost to us
signal a silence
sure as death*
* as breath
& louder
even now
I hear
& treasure
like a cry
the greatest
cry
is silent
as the wise man
says
& turns
facing
the future
still behind him
mysteries
we love
only because
they break
the world
apart
enough to let
the faintest
light
shine through
the sky
that harbors
heaven
is no sky
the darker world
enfolds it
waits there
mindlessly
until it swallows
mind & body
leaving scarce
a trace
behind
once &
for all
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