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IT IS BETTER TO HAVE A BIRD IN THE HAND

 THAN A VULTURE IN THE WIND

Yin:

-Only together do we exist.

-Only together will we form a whole.

-Who am I?

A bee trapped in between curtain and glass?

A fence with thirty crows standing on thirty posts?

A mountain with a Bison scar?

A hummingbird standing still on a magic saddle?

The quietness of an afternoon storm?

The sensation of the sprouting of some horns?

Yang:

-Life and death; Man and Woman.

Weak and strong; high and low.

Happy and sad.

Black, White; all colors and words

All feelings; all space

As The Great Blafigria says.

It was called "between Yin and Yang"

Embraced in a dream of poultry

In which, when they woke up

Yin told Yang:

-It is better to have my bird in my hand

That let it go to your vulture

a walking fucking

a powerful bird

a “guru” for a while

but one that can kill my bird.

Yang answered:

-Well, fuck yourself, nice.

Yin let go of Yang

Remorseful and crestfallen, singing:

"My bird went to your sea.

Clam went to look for it."

Many seeds fell from Yin's and Yang’s hands

Many grew and many died

Dancing and singing

With the Sun and the Wind.

 

 

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WALT WHITMAN PURSUING BEAUTY

                                                     ( On his 200th Anniversary )

His Biosphere, his Biorealm, his Bioprovince

His Bioregion, his Biolocale

Beat plunged humming “Leaves of Grass”

Through drunken twisted paths

Stumbling pleasures and thinking about

The quality of being different

Transparent, unthinkable

Just talking from experience

Tracing the tread of our heads

Into a web and so mysterious and clear.

Despite the Presbyterian pastor’s words

Ralph Smith

Saying with envy and burr:

- Walt is a Freeroamer of Love

Who has converted the Locust Grove School

In a School of Sodom

Or John Peter Lesley, geologist:

-Walt is a “pretencious gil”

And his Leaves of Grass

is “profane and obscene trash”

Walt and his Leaves of Grass

Still are a promise and a delight.

We’ve been thinking about his offer

And the answer is a strong tentative yes.

I love it:

His new possible consciousness of the Earth

Filled with demons – making scenes

Of Love and Freedom

Wasting what he has given to You and me:

Leaves of Grass

And its natural science: that the Earth

Is the center of attention

Not another’s manipulation of it.

It is a lovely pamphlet of possible Life.

O honey

Walt,  You’re an acorus calamus

I love You.

 

 

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THE CHAIR

The branches of the trees

on the river road with luminous clouds

more a chair without  seed and hands

that yearn for eyes.

Ghost of wo/man’s presence/absence

is what makes this place

so intolerable.

Probably not.

 

 

© Daniel de Culla

 

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Daniel de Culla is a writer, poet and photographer. He is a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, (IA) International Authors, Surrealism Art, and other groups. He is director of the Gallo Tricolor Review and the Robespierre Review. He has participated in many festivals of poetry and of theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Geneva.  He has exhibited in many galleries including Madrid, Burgos, London and Amsterdam. He moves between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos; e-mail: gallotricolor@yahoo.com