SamadhiMuse » Irvine

1983-02-22

Dennis — Tue, 22 Feb 1983 08:00:00 +0000

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

02-22-83

Irvine at Pick

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-04-04 586

Dennis — Mon, 04 Apr 1983 08:00:00 +0000

586

So we choose what we want to decorate our lives

and then find ourselves in empty rooms

with mocking mirrors and the riddle

of how everything can be just as we wanted it

and yet so utterly empty and unfulfilling

I walk these rooms and wait the clock

twist against frustration and strive to see the truth

but I carry weapons against the deadness;

love and memories, pictures and words

faces and touches, family names

they can’t break me on their pressures

though sometimes they send me out

to stumble blank-eyed

from the wicked press of incomprehension

as long as there are children’s smiles

and a woman’s love

I can survive

04-04-83

Irvine at Pick

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-04-11

Dennis — Mon, 11 Apr 1983 08:00:00 +0000

We erode against our experiences.

In the end we have nothing but our name

and our memories

All the things we were going to do

All those things we believed in

All that we thought we had become

Is washed from us by our own historical dialectic.

We give birth to ourselves, but do not survive.

I try in the mornings to focus my intent

but in the evenings seldom have more

than just the memories of where I’ve been

These paper scraps, the only trail I leave.

Gallagher

11 April 83, Irvine

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-05-22

Dennis — Sun, 22 May 1983 08:00:00 +0000

      Yes, I'm coming to believe some people are smarter than I.
         Oh, I knew it before but not in the same way.
      I saw them above me, running corporations
         but I never really got to know them.
      Occasionally I'd shake their hand or speak with them
         and I'd feel like an object being patronized;
            suppressing my resentment or my urge to please;
               they left me doubtful.
      But they were easy to ignore, because they were so rare or so distant
         and I could live the illusion of being the equal of anyone,
            on this, my chosen ground, raw intelligence.
      But hey, brothers, they've found me or I them now;
         I speak now as often as I'm quiet.
            and I judge as often as I'm judged.
      Now I have only my poetry to make me different
         which I never show....

                           05-22-83
                           Irvine, CA

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-06-21

Dennis — Tue, 21 Jun 1983 08:00:00 +0000

      The thought that you might be mad because
      you can't handle everything...is crazy.
      I want my life to require courage.
      There's another concept that I wish there was a word for:
      It's the act of honing into the essence of something.
      It's non-dichotomous solutions to the problems of being.
      It's the strategies and methods to accomplish something that all fall short
      in that they achiever and the achieved remain one step apart
      separated by the method.
      In the end, as you hone in,
      the wish and the action and the result should merge
      and the planner must depart, and the waiting evaporate
      and the 'you' becomes a unity of wish/action
      as the ever-present moment forms.
      Greater awareness through meditation
      won't increase one's abilities at social games
      but that doesn't keep us from looking for that transference
      and being surprised that it's missing.
      Why should an increased ability to contemplation
      yield more skill at being shallow?
                                 gallagher
                                 22 jun 83 - collage of thoughts
                                             on the freeway

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

1983-06-22

Dennis — Wed, 22 Jun 1983 08:00:00 +0000

The space we share together
lies just behind her front door
there we yield to what we’ve been becoming
and follow our impassioned spore
we enfold each other with openness
and from this vision, brown eyes appear
with the warmth in our stomachs caressing us
we form moments, both rare and clear
and our words and hands give voice to love.

gallagher

22 june 83 – about Kathleen A.

Irvine, CA

1983-06-22

Dennis — Wed, 22 Jun 1983 08:02:00 +0000

But how long can you love me, sweet sister, mine
alone against aging, insecurities and wine
and what can I capture of my heart as you spoke
drawn to love you against the fear that you’re broke.

gallagher

22 june 83 – about Kathleen A.

1983-06-23

Dennis — Thu, 23 Jun 1983 08:00:00 +0000

Poetry flows when I feel my life coming to grips with itself
the visions coming faster, questions tumble, candy from a jar
are we here as something more than a stepping stone
along the journey of life’s longing for itself?

The wind blows, the leaves fall, the mottled sunlight carresses me
but my mind considers here…
am I God or man, mortal or immortal
does it matter, these things I think?
what does the ant think in the sink
when the plug is pulled?

gallagher

23 jun 83 – Irvine, CA

1983-06-23

Dennis — Thu, 23 Jun 1983 08:02:00 +0000

Vector to the heart of things
its the forms that confuse
when you look outward
and the tideswell of emotions
when you look inward

Where is the heart…
it lies not where men bargain with their lives
it lies not in what the mirror can show of our days
nor in the clever questions we can pose
nor in our opinions of right and wrong
heart lies in living each moment, now

Love is the finest honing
whether its the love of the warm wind on your skin
or the crash of the sea on the rocks
or you cherishing the eyes and touches of another

Magic lies somewhere in each moment
but never at the same place twice…

gallagher

23 jun 83 – Irvine, CA

1983-06-23

Dennis — Thu, 23 Jun 1983 08:03:00 +0000

I met a man today at breakfast
who lives Roy Walford’s dream.
He’s followed the minimal diet
for 15 years and, at 40 looks 30.

He’s a living testament to what was
before just a theoretical exercise.
Surrounded by people unconsciously hurrying
to press themselves back
into the folds of the earth
he wears his mortality so much lighter.

gallagher

23 jun 83 – Irvine, CA

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