Please view all entries in full, you won't be able to read them properly otherwise. Here is the poem as a whole:GodI walked aloneand shadows struck meI greeted faces,reached for peopleBut God had turned his back.beneath consciousnessthe deeper watersappears a cold warrior,powerful, transformingWe have arrived at a critical mass.irrevocable changein a world of explorationYet, the heart understoodthe death of GodFilled with hubris and danger.wholeness may be rooted in heresyits victory cost dearlyand defeat is in the air.death by transformationI walked away,surrendering tothe vast oceans of mythand the masks of God.the courage to let go.The original article appeared in The Gazette, Montreal, May 17th 1998. [url="http://rookery1.viary.com/storagev12/518500/518732_6061.jpg">It can be seen here.Sorry for the size of the picture, had I made it any smaller you would not have been able to read the words anymore.Good luck, my fellow poets.
The LifeHer face,By a fashionable portrait painter.It had no value;A picture of silence and mystery and long nights.One could imagine A cold, resinous atmosphere;Unseen creatures lying in wait.Entirely different, all broken up;Flashing surfaces of brilliant paint.You saw a hideous daub,I could not think why.You could see the brush-strokes and the gobs of paint,Unfinished and raw.Your eyes knew a sunny, spring day.Dried rose-leaves in Chinese bowls,Lavender bag on top;More congenial honeysuckle up the walls.Less exciting;Homemade chairs.A mouse guarding a cave,An equilibrium that never lasted;Flowers, jostling,Books and paint-boxes,Everybody’s oddments;Whichever came to hand.Living, divided into two;My half held little;Beyond, something better.I was glad I couldSnuggle into,As into a burrow,The voice of an old friend.Time,No such existed in the house;Now and again transformed.Old man Rohio, sometimesProdded the garden with a hoe.
---Education? I think misunderstanding,A child would know!But surely we learn some things,learn to keep to the right. And mathematics.Real truths are very great.Whereas conventions, like people,may differ to extent.---A little piece about learning for society's sake but the great truths of life being obvious and instinctive.I opted to use only 1 page for an extra challenge. This was great fun, look forward to reading everyone else's!Entry from Page 24 of C.S. Lewis' Mere Christianity.
The poem reads:Dog knocked on Papa God's door. No answer."Papa God! Papa God!" he called.Papa God came to the door, bowed politely three times and explained, "I have to warn you. The dead are already there. Peace and quiet (especially in the mornings)will be quite finished."Not until he had eaten all eight bones could his trade, through the kindness of people, return."Be glad there is someone feeding you so well."It was late. Dog went home.Since that time, the dead have never returned to the earth.From, "The Magic Orange Tree and Other Haitian Folk Tales" collected by Diane Wolksteinpages 68-69It makes perfect sense to me. I hope you enjoy it.
This is page 14, Chapter III from "The Double Life" by Gaston LerouxMen at Work-----------Strange, they were occupied with their ownAnxiety pretended to satisfy a superficial interestLeaning over the balcony of the happenings of yesterdayGossiping rang with the shouts of the worldPeople just lived the same playEvery day papers on a restless bad dreamPerspiring and restless breathing appeared a definite resolutionEngraving mixing formalitiesThe result of the habit of lying deeply engrossed over them, and traced by the same hand.
To read the poem in its context, view here!The blackout was made with cutouts glued to the printed magazine pages then scanned; the rest was done with a PS brush. Community Concern, but also dilemmas arise and become pitfalls.Ethical individuals decline experiences in freedom,Consequences determined by consent.Minors matter.Guidelines and authority may complicate effortsTo protect the community.My child, identify difficult and vague relationshipsAnd freely participate in history.Potential exists for discussion.Other people’s opinion may provide entrée to unique action. An outsider cannot clearly define the risks and the contributions.Indigenous methods offer common standards: respect, beneficence, justice.Take extra care to develop knowledge, sensitive judgment and skill. Original text from Educational Researcher, October 2007, p. 402-403.
This was a page from the August 1979 edition of PlayGirl, would you believe.