Songs of Heart and Mind

[Charles Carreon]

Reunion

The fierce baying of the wolf
In the hours between midnight and dawn,
You in the old pea-coat of slavery,
Emblazoned with the hash-marks on the sleeve,
The names of your comrades inscribed
In small letters on the inside lapel.
The loving embrace of the son who is gone,
The broken hammer returned to the forge and remade,
Between the heart and mind, nails.

Note: At around 3:33 a.m. on October 6, 2008, I woke from a vivid dream. I was at my mother's house, and she gave me the old pea-coat I'd worn in military school. On the arm some numbers were marked crudely, and on the inside lapel, the names of my old friends were written in small handwriting. I was delighted to have the coat, and put it on. My son Joshua was in the bathroom, taking a shower. My mother told me to eat half the food that was on my plate – a burrito and a cheese enchilada, and to leave the rest for Josh, but I said no, that I would go out to eat and he could have all of it. I put the enchiladas that she had cut for me back on the plate. I saw that Josh had already eaten a bite of the burrito, and was glad it was still warm. Joshua was in the bedroom, a little boy with his long hair cut in bangs, and told me excitedly about some poetry he had written with his friend Sam. I said it was really good. We hugged, passionately, with the sincere, aware delight of knowing that we were really hugging, that he was right there in my arms. Then he began to recite some very powerful poetry, very beautifully, with a confident delivery. As he reached the last line, his lips were smiling in triumph, like he knew he had impressed me. When I awoke, the last line echoed in my head, “Between the heart and mind, nails.” I couldn't forget it, but only heard the rhythm of the preceding lines, so I played the rhythm in my head, and the words fell into place instantly. I wrote them down in the dark, thinking I'd need to adjust them to get them to scan properly. But when I read them, the rhythm was perfect. Some tears ran down my face, and waves of feeling rippled through my whole body. I was happy. Joshua passed away in a car accident sometime between three and four a.m., February 17, 2006. In my mind, this poem that is very much in his style, is his gift to me. I share it with you as he no doubt intended.

[Charles Carreon]

Dream Descent

Two seagulls in an updraft
One of them's me
Talking to an eagle telepathically
We say, let's play
He says, you better be fast
We say, let's show him what we got, and then
A bit of turbulence tips me off the shelf
A flutter and my airfoil's lost,
I'm headed down, down, down
The earth getting bigger,
Clearer every second
The streetlines and the landscape
Comin' down with the wind in my ears
Comin' down with the breath stuck in my throat
Comin' down wondering can I brake in time
Comin' down and I realize
I can do this
I can do this
I can do this
Slow my descent steadily
Wind in my ears
Steady my fears
Comin' down
Comin' down
Comin' down
Reassume my weightlessness briefly
Just before my feet alight
On solid earth
At a walking pace
As I reach out my hand to catch the hand
Of a girl I know,
Riding her bicycle
Our fingers gently touch and
She says, “How'd you do that?”
“Oh,” I say without excitement, “I know how.”

[Tara Carreon]

CONVERSATION BETWEEN TARA AND THE BOLIVI LIPPO BLUES -- DON'T SELL YOUR SOUL TO THE DEVIL

by Tara Carreon

Your theory is essentially, sir
Drink a thousand cups of wine
I don’t want five years ago
Boohoo, let’s all cry for the Illuminati
I don’t give a fuck what you’re talking about
That’s not going to give us any guidance about how to run our life
There is a tendency to cohere into yourself
You can’t just let go
It’s too dangerous
Things don’t go out, they go in.
Openness is contained within a body
A Vase Container
You don’t have to guide
Just keep the light on
It’s not actually irrational
Lucid dreaming
There are even stars in the sky
Do you really have control?
You live in a van
Take a slap in our hands, honey!
On the Trail of the Octopus
A bright white light star here
Revenue
Translucent heart
He can shoot dead, three actors
Have fun!
This is all the merry of the citizens who used the negative instead of the hand-holding
She was a cowgirl

[Tara Carreon]

NEW POWER VERSION FISH

by Tara Carreon

Mother, brother, adversary gain
It's right there in the core
You can see the phrases
I flew to Russia and the day seemed much sweeter
When will I have a kind of mighty triangle, you?
Leila Lorenzo, she's our latest admirer of the pig
Every time we give them a ride
There is no hypothesis.
But when funds come
Which seems better than anything
How much better do you want?
I went back to school and suffered
Catching fish in a net
New power version fish.

[Tara Carreon]

A NEW NOTORIOUS ADVERTISING

by Tara Carreon

Pretty soon I would have no idea of how to venture
I don't know how I came to understand planets
Read on, to the contrary
He said watch out
There are some new razorblades in this dimension
And he has a really nice spirit
Are you sure of that, mister?
Neither was I able to avail myself of the
Secrecy of second hand reporters
What, was I able to get something better?
What a teasing I was
Learn to talk in the United States of America
I conclude a poem that is disturbing
These are the far-flung worlds of men
A new notorious advertising
Even the older cat
When the brooding issue wasn't good enough
You pray for pictures
He was the very face of twilight
Geronimo's bones
Just stop looking like that, Job
It would never be as good as if you made a clear sound
Lurking, distant timing
You want the truth with the argumentation, argumentation, argumentation.

[Tara Carreon]

Men of Action

It is not funny to depict horror
To dance in death
To spit on decency and order
And eat body parts and filth

It is not funny to show the earth destroyed
And people as cannibals
Hacking off limbs
And leering at the prospect of eating human flesh

Who are these men who control our collective vision
Who dance with lipstick smeared on their faces
Their hair pulled up in a lady's coiffure
Beating garbage dump drums
Eating crumbs
And tying people to the rack
As they dance and sing
Their drunken songs of self-hatred,
Indian-style?

Mindless on purpose
Doing whatever comes next
Simply acting, doing, fussing, moving, stomping, yelling, hitting, killing
Move, move, move
Act, act, act
Be alive!
Scatter the three worlds with a powerful swing of your arm
Bite life in half
Exhale a dragon's breath on the world
And watch it wither and die

Then laugh and laugh
Then bury your head in your hands and cry
Until you fall asleep and wake up
Foul
To do it all again
You are, after all, a Man!

You are men of action
There is still earth to be dug up
When everything is gone
You can throw the dirt in the air
And laugh and laugh
Until you are dead
And the world is rid
Of your miserable, disgusting species.

[Tara Carreon]

The Banality of Evil

Eichmann sitting at his desk
Filling out paperwork
Jews fed into the grinder
It is all so plebian
Would that it were a little more exciting
My elitist tastes are suffering!

[Tara Carreon]

LET ME KISS YOU
by Tara Carreon

Come with me to my jurisdiction
Flying through space
With bird-play at his command
I backed off from it
Politeness and double politeness
Leave us alone to whirl my witch
2,500 damsels
There is nothing on my pages
There will be more
There will be bite
Dominicus darling
I held you as I led you
He was a nice boy
Caught between two pincers
This isn’t Sherman Oaks
This isn’t catty-corner
Let me kiss you

Madness and secret service
Trying to find secrets
What you see is what you get
Falling inward
I actually had to stop doing that for a living
Theatre tickets canceled
Fish eyes
What can be hanged in earnest
Kick it aside
Leave the van intact
Dreams are the potential
I’ve always been a back to the front kind of guy

Are you going to listen, dear flesh and blood?
So let me look at my compassionate and skillful remedy
We would even try to kill an illusion
Just like I said
And if you divide to accept this offer I’ve made you
Key positions of power
It’s been a long long healing
You in the grey house
I seem to dress out of vanity
It’s broken; it’s a scandal
The demon woman’s red
Do you have to kill the middle?
Yes, I have to kill the middle.
Who do you look for, darkest Andrew?
What do you mean?
I just have to ask you,
Is there any benefit from this whole fucking ariette?
Man, you’re not a fucking physicist!
Will you leave your doctor at home?
I could give dirt on everyone I see
Did you hear of the medicine girl?
If what you have is more like a war mag
Than what you have in private
His Majesty’s sleeve.

The special advancement seekers
It’s a matter of icy let-go
A babe of an effigy
Do I keep screwing around with crude puissant corn?
No one can get between a 25 billion dollar fake
With the stars light at night
Peace rain
We were very very sure of ourselves
Even without some convenient movie heads

He has the courage to see us
Reptilian beasting a schneeze
Frogpop
The language that runs undercover
Within the lungs
The battle of wills
Evo-man
Color joy
Color of dreams
Emphasize it
Advertise it
Friggery mason
Did they read about you, Tibetan sovereign
In front of the hot, bright sun?
I believe that the prophet stays at home

Speaking of Chinese creatures
In the grand tradition
Out of this franchise Switzerland
Think with the birds of paradise
You’re always an outsider
Learn with irritated breath
Separation across the land
You have the right to be screaming
It looks like a lady’s heart
Caress my sides buster burger
I tell you what
I have to go.

[Tara Carreon]

Arya Liberty, a painting I'm working on. The drawing is finished (4 x 4). Now, I have to learn to paint.

THE DUTIES OF THOSE WHO ARE AT WILL
by Tara Carreon

My father also had a very lusty house
And proved egregious
Telemachus was out of luck
Cult conditioned
Wow, the whole world was mine!
Baby frightened and yo-yo indicates
That the personality
Variant
Thinks in different corners
Power, out of my way
Carmine
Helen Keller
Lay my responses down
I keep thinking of
The sources of their dreaming
In a barrel big charge!
Saturday's nut unfolds
The Bishop's son before the King comes
There are simplified things
Between egregious egos
Hot, fiery things
The first word
God's company broke through.

She is unexplored
She has never spoken before
Her Greek tongue
A horse
Om is not the factory of this hot dog stick
In all her metaphysical
In all her warmth, heat
All the European countries
In one wild moment
Argue and wherefore
I see them on the horizon
Perfect little sized balls
Sometimes you have to wait a minute
Say something hungry
I look back
Ill omens, heavy, smash
A profound disconnection from myself
I can pick it up for you
Saturday membership rating
Sunday joking around
Not waiting for whoever will adjust my circuits first
Blandishments
I play servant to no man.

I'm wondering whether in that boutique
She's gathering power to sleep or to skin us?
Let's go out last night as if in the morning
Is that what the purple interlude is about?
Flying around
Waiting for her to speak
Her first word
Pink purple moment
First man who doesn't treat me like he should
I'll swallow him whole
Well that is against the law
1, 2 and 3
It's amazing when you've been pushed out to the farther edges
Give me Edojin, something thin at the edges
Rod Steiger said that after all these years
Hem to toe, hem to toe as it were
Superman three times over.

She is the crystal ball nature
Perhaps he's a mechanical dolt
Divided is his long lost teacher
And now he's truly reliable
Now that you have achieved nirvana
Sitting around achieving insights
Noisy fellow
You want to get closer up there?
Lots of chocolate, lots of chocolate,
Pretty soon I'll be on my way
I love you dearly
That fat cow place I went to yesterday
In the direction of the lead singer's tempo
Wa-doo Wa-doo
Country singer
The duties of those who are at will.

[Tara Carreon]

Men who terrorize girls just for the fun of it really piss me off.