Lise— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
Come burn me down
amid music and pillows
dusky eyes and dim light
smiles burning engraved
words like chance strangers
wandering between wider forms
of that feeling current
the silence communion dances
Lise comes from a time of grinding changes
that bay at her doors these days
they hem her and bind her, mocking her dreams
with endless vistas of worst to come
But here where we can own our hours
I find her beyond those definitions
strong with the wisdom born of struggle
and blessed with a spirit that will survive
she still knows how to play.
gallagher
25 apr 84
irvine
Archive for April, 1984
1984-04-25 Lise
Wednesday, April 25th, 19841984-04-29
Sunday, April 29th, 1984
Today I was shaving
and putting in my contacts
and Chris sat on the sink watching
like he's done a lot this last two months.
Suddenly, from this random behavior,
came pattern and purpose.
if I were making a fire or tanning leather
or stringing a bow or gathering herbs
there...it was...
there he would sit, receptive
to what he would need to live;
the transmission of learning
parent to progeny.
Wolf cubs, seals, monkeys and man
all the same...small eyes learning.
And in our plastic electronic world
where this has little validity
the instinct still lives.
he looks to me to show him the way.
gallagher
apr 29, 84
San Juan Capistrano
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
1984-04-29
Sunday, April 29th, 1984 Today I was shaving
and putting in my contacts
and Chris sat on the sink watching
like he's done a lot these last two months.
Suddenly, from this random behavior,
came pattern and purpose.
If I were making a fire or tanning leather
or stringing a bow or gathering herbs
there...
there he would sit, receptive
to what he would need to live;
the transmission of learning
parent to progeny.
Wolf cubs, seals, monkeys and man
all the same...small eyes learning.
And in our plastic electronic world
where this has little validity
the instinct still lives.
he looks to me to show him the way.
gallagher
apr 29, 84
San Juan Capistrano
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —