Scales of the Dragon
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Scales of the Dragon collects the poems from Sons of Thunder, Autumn on the Trail to Santiago and Upon This Stoney Holy Year. And although nothing new is literally added, what emerges is a shift in Perception. To walk the trail by way of poetic imagery is an entirely different modality - it is to walk through someone elses In-scape but awaken in ones own skin - and its not for everyone... but for those with whom it resonates, here is the full spray of poems.
James Timberlake
‘Infected’ early on with a want to acquire foreign languages from hearing the musical French Canadian dialect spoken in the homes and streets of Lewiston, Maine, where he was born... ‘Infected’ with a desire to travel ever since his parents bought their VW Westfalia Campmobile back in the late 70’s and spent summers traveling throughout New England, to the Canadian Rockies, the Grand Canyon, Nova Scotia, Florida, and by being deeply stirred by the epic journeys undertaken across Tolkien’s Middle Earth... ‘Infected’ with a love for poetry by Professor Richard Hughes, under whose influence the author left his senior year at Boston College behind and went to study abroad in Nijmegen, Holland... ‘Infected’ with a worldly appreciation for food by Josefina Yanguas Perez - the proprietor of the Café Pamplona in Harvard Square who used to share the extras from her famous Saturday night dinner parties with Timberlake’s then yet inexperienced tongue, while he was a waiter there... ‘Infected’ with the seeds of Mindfulness by Thich Nhat Hanh after realizing he was tool-less to deal with life’s sucker punches... These happy ‘infections’ have shaped James’ perceptions and expression, and he continues to seek to bring these pleasures along with him on his next journey.
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Scales of the Dragon - James Timberlake
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
POEMS FROM UPON THIS STONEY HOLY YEAR
POEMS FROM SONS OF THUNDER
POEMS FROM AUTUMN ON THE TRAIL TO SANTIAGO
INTRODUCTION
The triplet sibling actions of walking, contemplating, and writing flow as naturally together as aroma, hunger pang, and the ensuing feast. There’s something about the combination of distant destination and walking feet to get there that has always had a poetic effect on the human mind.
To date, I’ve written three books pertaining to the experience of walking the Camino de Santiago, a 1000-year-old European Pilgrimage with many points of departure, but which all lead to the northwestern Spanish province of Galicia… to the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela under which the bones of St. James the Apostle are believed to be buried. It’s the Journey, not the destination,
could not be more true. Combining journal entries, poetry and formal e-mails, these books celebrate the sights, sounds, flavors, (and the physical and mental strain), of crossing mountains, rolling landscapes, and unchanged rural villages, as well as vibrant cities of Art, Architechture and Style. Combining journal entries, poetry and formal e-mails, these books relay the experience in a first-hand way of what it’s like to labor and glide a couple thousand miles across Europe.
Scales of the Dragon collects the poems from Sons of Thunder, Autumn on the Trail to Santiago and Upon this Stoney Holy Year. And although nothing new is literally added, what emerges is a shift in Perception. To ‘walk’ the trail by way of poetic imagery is an entirely different modality - it is to walk through someone else’s In-scape but awaken in one’s own skin - and it’s not for everyone… but for those with whom it resonates, here is the full spray of poems in anthologia.
POEMS FROM UPON THIS STONEY HOLY YEAR
6/20/2004
departure’s eve,
solstice light late in the sky,
my favorite indigo
winged in Milky Way immortal flight.
eyes flash east, west, east, up,
one nightmared wren implodes with song,
feathers sifting through amber streetlight beams,
shadow at last kissing quill.
to feast at Casa Portugal
before i leave this summering country,
not returning home until bright-veined autumn leaves
tide my den’s gate.
bright-veined leaves and Orion high
on the other side my departure tomorrow
into so much unknown,
the belly ripples with anticipation
walking home wine-stained lips,
locks of garlicky grilled bacalhau wedge
tasty aches between my teeth,
and simply home for a narrowing span of hours ~
two flies in the room.
one i captured in a yogurt cup and
set night free. the other bangs
lightbulb and geranium reflected black window glass.
wings wings wings rumbling,
stale jet plane air will linger in the whiskers
sprawled upon a firm foreign hotel mattress.
toilet down the foreign hotel hall,
i’ll be eyeing that shallow bedside sink.
6/22/2004
banking west to align with Heathrow runway ways,
quick dawn sun melts
phantasmagoric shadows
across cabin ceiling storage bins.
stale-eyed airport morning.
Dad would have loved the in-flight GPS monitor screen
tracking altitude, ground speed, exterior temp.,
time and miles left to land,
and the cartoon icon plane’s skate
across the sea.
eating sweet flesh cherries
and a hard-boiled egg my Mom packed,
goodbye card i bought for
a dying uncle
falls
from
the new journal not
two pages broached.
6/22/2004
yellowest ever
hard-boiled
yolk
in stillness steals
my bite-print. waiting.
Heathrow ventilation
thunder maddens
Heathrow walls.
my body
in 3:am daylight
begins sour
disjointed
descent
to firm French
hotel bed.
waiting.
6/22/2004
last stage to Le Puy ~
nodded a knot in the neck
on this rackety train napping,
unbolted metal cabinet doors hiding
‘mechanisms’
bang open.
wide-eyed dog fear,
tail curlicues tiny balls beneath his master’s seat.
now, St. Étienne Châteaucreux station cables
in crazed suspension bridge spans
hum wind, bead rain.
waiting.
European ambulance strangely wails.
6/23/2004
chef joining Aznavour
refraining ‘la Bohème’ in the back room…
salad, lentils, sausage, wine,
five fist-sized purple allium
from a murk water glass vase bloom,
transubstantiate, become tomorrow’s alpha
beginning so much of sweat and miles.
seminary courtyard chestnut
trees, the nightlong,
rustle streamly deep corners
of room and soul.
6/24/2004
after pilgrim’s mass,
Le Puy Bishop’s blessing
by the statue of St. James.
he, a few slow kind words
after each spoke their place of origination,
often lost in old Cathedral stone echoes,
but what is breathed kind remains…
candles flicker into stillness
as centuries of wax-wick flame
have here
before the Road to Santiago’s
fears and joys and pains express soul sweat flesh.
from much mind wandering and wondering how…
wind and incense spark now’s lips.
these early morning cobblestone steps,
walking stick ticking beside me,
dawn behind.
6/24/2004
about the hour when today’s pilgrims
receive the Bishop’s blessing ~
my footsteps on volcanic stone,
whiskered wheat,
knee-high green corn,
backpack straps creak,
walking stick metronome.
behind Rugosa rose cascades
meadows rise with cricket and birdsong
until midday sun silence.
red crêpe petal poppy nods,
waymarker giggles 1,521K
to Compostelle.
6/24/2004
yellow and pink
wildflower stars,
white cones,
purple spears among lichened stone,
breakfast cartoon cereal laughs back at me
from the poem’s page.
6/24/2004
crossing
les Monts du Devès range crest,
a field of gold-flame-bloom broom burns wind…
when white butterfly bursts from purple thistle,
i always thought it was a
clockmaker’s dream…
a flesh, blood, and hollow-boned cuckoo
calls out a crazed 35 o’clock.
6/25/2004
another river to ridge climbed,
sweat dries in cricket cedar breeze.
soon these peaks too will turn
hinter distance smokey blue
and vanish.
6/25/2004
volcanic pumice to granite ~
stone and cricket change dharma
under horizon-bridged
cloudfront floes.
gargantuan hare i took for a lithe deer jacks ass away.
acrid waft, Gauloise
smoking fat old dude in working
man’s blues… if you gotta toil,
wear the Queen of Heaven’s hue.
sun-roasted horse-shit incenses its way
back to a pile of hay.
6/26/2004
fieldstones
backbreakingly labored into Saugues’ homes
well before my time,
tranquil under shine blue skies ~
the soothing screech of swallow skeins whirling
knit and purl long memories to
rock meadow mind.
6/26/2004
swallows sing daylight hamlet walls,
dogs bay night fields,
stuff-sacked gear strewn about
a resting room.
6/26/2004
dusty violet forget-me-nots in
buttercup embrace
blue cornflowers ring around the
yellow blooming broom bush
no idea the name indigo
tangles no idea the name gold
between crystal azur sky and
field green,
how nature joys in caressing
the center of light’s spectrum
and toppling expectation
with one white crow.
6/26/2004
sometimes, so
little in
beauty.
patchwork fields
roll with subtle
shifting shades,
a ring of fir fringes the meadow’s bowl
for scalloped
clouds to
to drift in,
whose
axis is
one
wild pink rose.
6/26/2004
apricot blazed
western Auvergne sky,
walking from hilltop bench
to hamlet hollow,
the horizon-wide cloud gyre…
titan crashes to the sea and dies.
6/27/2004
early morning
hostel already empty ~
waiting for the pharmacy to open
to bandage raw and bleeding feet ~
swallows spin spontaneous roller coaster courses
around age-melted stone church walls ~
yellow wildflower tuft eking it out
in the saint-strolled eaves…
geraniums glow with within light the overcast allows.
6/28/2004
ten minutes rain,
ten minutes repose in
cedar whisper,
birdsong rises with spectral vapour to the blue,
smelling horse-shit brings me back
a thousand years to now.
6/28/2004
white limestone track winds
esses through