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His name is Ahhhhh! He is generally a nice guy to have
around,
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THE
GOD OF DEATH ON THE QUEEN CHARLOTTES poem
by Rowland
Russell
(environmentalist, poet)
with photograph of Loren Polans (trickster,
wildman) as the God Himself
Just as shadow
is implacable
evidence of light
so too is death
cast only by life.
Our every movement
reflects the interplay
of countervailing
yet complementary forces
- agitated water
meets frothy air,
placid swell
echoes languid sky -
If we are ignorant
in the face of
such twinning mystery
we will lose the
substance of our
lives -
that from which shadow
is made of light
that from which death
summons us into
the full embrace of lifeLoren Polans as the God Himself
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Some things call for extreme measures,- Morgan |
THE
GOD OF HEALING AND MAINTENANCE
The Night Janitor's Vision, by Ann G. (mother & dancer of all things)
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The painting I call "The Night Janitor's Vision" hangs on my living room wall and is dark, quiet, full of strength. My living room has no windows. The man's face is somber, Hispanic-looking to me, and he holds the handle of an unseen bucket in one hand and a sponge in the other. In the middle of his chest, against the background of an olive-drab T-shirt, is a huge luminous spiral. The night cleaner works alone, moving from one floor to the next among desks where other people do banking or selling by day. The gloriously balanced symmetries of the universe do not often mark those who work during the busy buzz of the days. Sometimes in the winter he leaves work in the dark and emerges from the subway just as dawn is breaking, and the cloud of his breath glows in the golden light. I wonder whether my 16-month-old
son has noticed the painting, and whether
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