Archive for February, 1983

1983-02-06 The Winds of War

Sunday, February 6th, 1983

The Winds of War

The winds of war and I can feel the sinews of time

about to rip from their anchors

children, customs, love, forms, history, memory

torn thru every part, across every line

Here a picture of Poland’s jews

a wedding day the day before Germany invades

I remember a museum… a few books… black and white photos

of people in black clothes and funny hats

all gone, all gone

neighborhoods, blocks, buildings, families, marriages

children, furniture, clothes, books, records, memories

all gone

but for these isolated pieces in the museum



— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-02-07 Gerdas Knife

Monday, February 7th, 1983

                           Gerda's Knife

      I watched 'Winds of War' on TV and then turned out the light
         And, on the stairs, in the dark, ascending
            I saw your father's knife as it hung in your bedroom.

      Its white metal patient these many years
         since another sun shown on it
            in the days of the German Reich.

      I could hear flags whipping, red and black,
         against the green of trees
            and the gray of building stones

      and, for a moment, felt the eyes of countless men
         as their hands caressed its handle's symbol
            and reveled in the power and purpose of a God given cause

      and then, these many years later, through chances too rare to say,
         I came and found it there in your room
            waiting patiently through all my childhood and travels

      A time machine from another land
         another time
            that almost changed my world

      I look at old photos, black and white,
         and so much time seems too stand between me and those images
            but with your father's knife

      I could hear the flags whispering
         in the crisp air of that unique time
            and feel their dreams across the years

                                    7 Feb 83
                                    San Juan Capistrano

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —


Tuesday, February 22nd, 1983

Same concept in different context

same concept as a subset of itself

sometimes I glimpse strange ropes

amid the tangle

arch forms thru the many

extensibles, a calculus

to the structure’s algebra

I wonder what thought forms await us

computer man


Irvine at Pick

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —