I saw "Kingdom of Heaven", directed by Ridley Scott, and was really struck for the good storyline, no the usual glorification of the Crusades, one of the bloodiest episodes from our Western history, but a really empathic and good approach to the subject.
I has been in Jerusalem several times and I fall over and over fascinated by the city, the stones breath poetry and eternity. Some German pshychiatrist discovered a special pathologic disorder among the tourists coming to the city, he called it "The Jerusalem Syndrome", a kind of mystic madness who make people to feel they are the reincarnation of the Messias or from Abraham or from John.
I should rather be Saladin if I could choose someone to be, he was the only gentleman in the Crusades bloody enterprise...
the beauty lies in not knowing
black cowboys riding white
horses down city
streets at
dusk.
as one rode by,
i hitched a ride.
we just
trotted along & i
held on, but not too
tightly.
i had told him i could
take him
anywhere he wanted to
go, but i could not
find my bearings.
my navigation
skills were not as good as
i professed they were.
i kind of wanted to
fall off so
i wouldn't have to
face
my inadequecies.
he wasn't upset
with me, just a little
flustered.
at that point we
both realized that neither
of us knew where
the horse
was going.
no longer
having to worry
about leading the horse, we
were then free
to enjoy the scenery.
passing through creeks &
old forests.
watching wildflowers
bloom & fade
as geese flew overhead.
first south then
back north again.
time pooled
into one
long moment & ended
on a mountain top
with a view
of a purple sunset.
“wasn’t that a
wonderful ride” i
said as
the horse began
walking again. “let’s head
back home?” said
the cowboy
in a quietly questioning voice.
but off into the
purple sunset
we rode. “no more
wondering”
said the horse,
“just let go”.
Jpd 5-3-05
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horses down city
streets at
dusk.
as one rode by,
i hitched a ride.
we just
trotted along & i
held on, but not too
tightly.
i had told him i could
take him
anywhere he wanted to
go, but i could not
find my bearings.
my navigation
skills were not as good as
i professed they were.
i kind of wanted to
fall off so
i wouldn't have to
face
my inadequecies.
he wasn't upset
with me, just a little
flustered.
at that point we
both realized that neither
of us knew where
the horse
was going.
no longer
having to worry
about leading the horse, we
were then free
to enjoy the scenery.
passing through creeks &
old forests.
watching wildflowers
bloom & fade
as geese flew overhead.
first south then
back north again.
time pooled
into one
long moment & ended
on a mountain top
with a view
of a purple sunset.
“wasn’t that a
wonderful ride” i
said as
the horse began
walking again. “let’s head
back home?” said
the cowboy
in a quietly questioning voice.
but off into the
purple sunset
we rode. “no more
wondering”
said the horse,
“just let go”.
Jpd 5-3-05
.
it's all circus music baby
a dwarf waits outside with a fire extinguisher
I dance inside to circus music
the chihuahuas across the courtyard taunt me with their hairless chests
I dance inside to put out the flame
the barking subsides and the walls collude in three dead languages
I tango around in green stiletto heels
words from another three languages remind me to dance.
out on the horizon merry-go-rounds
thousands of merry-go-rounds
millions of merry-go-rounds
billions upon billions of merry-go-rounds spin sadly.
fire burns worlds turn
mothers birth into massive urns
dwarves wander about with bags of lime
putting out the stench.
A hundred jars of glaucomic sheep’s eyes
witness my tango with history
filled with decay and corruption and boxes
filled with the language of unspoken greetings
filled with ardour
dancing around my room
wearing a hole in a rug
friction comes, entropy blows
and a dwarf waits outside with a fire extinguisher.
I dance inside to circus music
the chihuahuas across the courtyard taunt me with their hairless chests
I dance inside to put out the flame
the barking subsides and the walls collude in three dead languages
I tango around in green stiletto heels
words from another three languages remind me to dance.
out on the horizon merry-go-rounds
thousands of merry-go-rounds
millions of merry-go-rounds
billions upon billions of merry-go-rounds spin sadly.
fire burns worlds turn
mothers birth into massive urns
dwarves wander about with bags of lime
putting out the stench.
A hundred jars of glaucomic sheep’s eyes
witness my tango with history
filled with decay and corruption and boxes
filled with the language of unspoken greetings
filled with ardour
dancing around my room
wearing a hole in a rug
friction comes, entropy blows
and a dwarf waits outside with a fire extinguisher.
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