Passport Always Everywhere Poems
By Mary Rudge
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Alamedas Poet Laureate Mary Rudge is a phenomenon who is unique but not rare since many literary persons: William Saroyan, Jack London, Don Blanding, Robert Louis Stevenson, Robert Duncan, poet-musicians such as Jim Morrison of The Doors, with Phyllis Diller, (and numerous visual artists, musicians, writers, fi lm-makers, actors such as Tom Hanks, and peace activists not encompassed in this book) have made a connection to this island that has become legendary for the genius of its people in a place so small. Readers of this story-map of the islands literary history by Mary Rudge will have a fascinating experience following the route around the island where her ardent heart leads you; where poets in the past have been touched by the sense of place and their experiences. A walk around Alameda, following passages in this book, is an adventure in the real world of the excitement in lives of poets.
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Passport Always Everywhere Poems - Mary Rudge
passport
Always Everywhere Poems
image.jpgby Mary Rudge
Copyright © 2010 Mary Rudge.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2010909866
All rights protected under International Copyright Law. Material in this book may be used only for review purposes crediting the book and author. For permission to use any material in this publication in any other way, in any media, contact:
Mary Rudge
532 Haight Ave.
Alameda, Ca 94501, USA
maryrudge@aol.com
Great appreciation is expressed by the author to Artists Embassy International and to the numerous artists dedicated to this organization, since its founding in 1951 to network around the world for inter-cultural understanding and peace, through the universal language of the arts.
And to Amy Vallejos and Sarah Arizala of Xlibris, for their dedication, good work and good spirits in bringing several of my books through the process of publication for international distribution.
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Contents
INTRODUCTION
1 Stamp My Passport
STAMP MY PASSPORT
ARRIVAL
SO WE DECIDED TO
THE WEDNESDAY AFTER TUESDAY
WHO EVER HEARD THE DOORS?
FLYING LIKE ANGELS DANCE
POETS BUMPER STICKER
CALIFORNIA DAY
ON THE WAY TO TRANSFIGURATION
IT WAS A DIFFICULT JOURNEY
POETRY COMES THROUGH
POETRY on ANOTHER PLANE
SOMEWHERE, FLOATING
HEY YOU POET BEYOND 2008
LOOKING BACK
LEAF BY POET
TO LI PO, ON THE MOUNTAIN
2 The Skin of God
GRAFFITI
WHATEVER IS HERE
UNKNOWN TONGUES
BORN IN THE TIGER YEAR
INDELIBLE MOMENTS
THE MONTH WHEN
LOVE LINES
MYSTERIES OF THE DEEP
METAMORPHOUS
TO A POET
POETS WAIT FOR LUMINOUS BUSES
ON THE BUS
POEM FOR THE
BOOKMOBILE DRIVER
PAPYRUS IN ALEXANDRIA
DIALOGUE WITH MY SELF
ON COMPUTER
O, ICON BALLET
3 Holding Stone on the Mountain
the pilgrim journey
SILK/SPICE
THE PILGRIM BEGINS THE JOURNEY IN THE FOREST
PILGRIM PASSES OVER THE RIVER
THE PILGRIM REACHES A SUMMIT HOLDING STONE
PAINTING WHAT TO PAINT
4 The Butterflies Decree
THE BUTTERFLIES DECREE
ON THE DEATH OF HO CHIOU
MORE THAN
TWENTY THOUSAND ANTS
TO THE ANT NATION;
A DECLARATION
5 She was riding the elephant. Shewas riding the camel. She had the snake around her neck.
MESSAGE FOR HALF THE WORLD: HER FEMININE ESSENCE
MESSAGE FOR HALF THE WORLD: RECALLING THE GODDESS
HERITAGE
THE HOSTAGE POEM
PELE LEGEND
OCTOBER*
WEST OAKLAND CHARM
QUESTION FOR MY DAUGHTERS
TEACHING FIRE TO DANCE
OLD WOMEN POETS
BLESSING
BLESSING FOR WOMEN
IN THE CITY
AS A WOMAN I MUST TELL YOU
O CHILDREN,
MOTHER WANTED TO BE A POET!
FOR WOMEN IN FRINGED SHAWLS
THREAD OF WOMAN SEWING
BRINGING THE WATER FOR TEA
LUNCH AT JOHN’S GRILL,
SAN FRANCISCO
THE FORTUNE
I WAS TRYING ON ITALIAN SHOES AT THE TIME
IN CHARGE OF THE DANCE
THE EYE’S ANATOMY
CONVERSATION IN THE SOUTHWEST LANDSCAPE:
THE DESERT CREATURES
POEM OF PRECIOUS WATERS: A SEQUENCE FOR WOMEN’S VOICES
SHE WAS RIDING THE ELEPHANT. SHE WAS RIDING THE CAMEL. SHE HAD THE SNAKE AROUND HER NECK.
LOVE POEM TO DISORDER
WE OPENED THE PYRAMID
THIS YEAR MY LIFE
SHE FELT HER THOUGHTS AS ROCKS
AND ALMOST FEARLESS
BEHIND THE MIRROR, REFLECTIONS
ANATHEMA
SLEEPING AT THE HEAD
OF THE STAIRS
Yours Now
WAX
OUR SISTER HAS BEEN CHOSEN
PRAYER
WORKING THROUGH SEA CHANGE
6 Oh God Your Body is so Heavy
MANTRA FOR BOARDING
THE PLANE
TO WAKE
HONG KONG STREET DANCE
THIS COUNTRY
OUR DEATH AS ART-LIFE
DANCE ON BROKEN GLASS
TRAFALGAR SQUARE
AFTER ATLANTIS
LIKE GOING TO THE BEACH WITH GRAN
A CLASSIC FOR
ALL AGES
HOW THE ORANGES HAVE FALLEN INTO NEW GRASS
AT THE SATIN MOMENT
7 The Door of The Sun
I’M GOING TO EAT THIS DAY
I’M GOING TO EAT THIS DAY
THIS TERRIBLE NEED
I’VE BEEN WRITING THIS POEM
A LONG TIME
BEGINNING OVER
PREPARING THIS BEING
SIX DAYS
OF LONG EVOLUTION
VOYAGE
FIFTEEN SECONDS
ART
THE CAUGHT
LEGEND
WE HAVE A FLOW IN OUR TRAVELS
WRITTEN IN THE
NORTHWEST PRESERVE
AT THE PEACH FARM
THE BEAUTY
WATER DANCE
PARTING SEQUENCE
PROCESS
AFTER I BECAME WINGED
NOW WORDS
LOOKING AROUND
8 The Bodhisattvas Are Crowding The City
THE FIRE TWIRLERS
HAVE COME TO THE CAMPUS
THE STUDENT
CAUGHT IN THE OVERHEAD PROJECTOR
PASSING
AFTER THE AFTERNOON
POETRY READING
IN OLYMPIC VALLEY
BODHISATTVAS ON THE SILK ROAD BODHISATTVAS ARE CROWDING THE CITY
ANNAPURNA POETS
THERE/HERE
IN NEW JERSEY IS
ALLEN GINSBERG
KADDISH FOR ALLEN GINSBERG
ANOTHER BEAT HEART STOPPED
POEM ON THE DEATH CERTIFICATE OF DYLAN THOMAS
HEMINGWAY, YOUR DEATH
TO BORGES, BEFORE HIS DEATH
PLANTING A REDWOOD
FOR ROBINSON JEFFERS
GOLDEN GATE PARK
HOMELESS
SEQUENCES
I THINK OF THE FBI MEN
THE ONE DAY CAFÉ
UPON READING RESEARCH RESULTS THAT BIRDS’ BRAINS GROW NEW CELLS AS NEEDED
CONNECTIONS
THE COUPLE
GOLDEN HUBCAPS
WINDOW
9 Ascend Like Incense Rising
ASCENSION OF 7 HILLS
OF SAN FRANCISCO
SEEING SACRAMENTO
LOVING THE MOON
FOR THIS GREAT JOY
MEMORY
CHANCE TO SAY
SENSES BEYOND BLIND
AS THE CORNEA REFLECTS BLOOD IN MACULAR DEGENERATION I REFLECT ON KOSOVO
AT THE AIRPORT
REMEMBER THIS BIRTH
LOVING ITALY
THE CONNOISSEUR
AT THE ELVIS PRESLEY MUSEUM IN THE HEARTBREAK HOTEL, NEW ORLEANS
FLOWERING OF THE COLORFUL
ONLY IN BERKELEY
THE ROOM THAT GOES LIKE
A SHIP
BEYOND THE PAINTING WITHIN THE POEM
CLASSEN HIGH SCHOOL
AND THE 19th-20th
CENTURY POETS
AND SHE IS A POET, TOO
Acknowledgment
of previous publication
of poems:
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
MARY RUDGE
About the author:
BOOKS BY MARY RUDGE
INTRODUCTION
To the ancient Chinese, paper with writing on it was an awe-inspiring mystery, and many would save every scrap of it, even the tiniest piece, as precious treasure, considering it the skin of God.
Chinese stories exist about how the creation of paper first originated in the world; an artistry, some sources attribute to Cai Lun, who presented his invention of paper which may have been processed from cloth, silk, rice, bamboo fiber, or mix of these with other earthly organic materials, to the Emperor in 105 A.D.
Archeological research gives proven evidence that paper was being used in China even more than 200 years before the time given by legend.
Other peoples, such as tribal groups in America believed marking in the sands and dust and soil of the earth was also to cut the flesh of the mother. Even now, many people thank the spirit that is in all nature for giving to human life, such as knowing trees must give their lives to become paper to hold words transcribed out of the human brain.
Human creativity may be claimed as one of the most important resources on earth, but it could not happen without connection to nature and to spirit. Words on paper are still to be considered as precious treasure; their appearance out of thin air through the mystery of the human mind and their appearance into books still as incredible as marks and tattoos on the skin of God.
1
Stamp My Passport
STAMP MY PASSPORT
My skin is tattooed with your memories,
pomegranate juice, the sting of lime,
some million mixed colors of your market
under cloth suspended under sun so the
sieved light dapples the earth,
tents, pagodas, pavilions,
your street cafes, the eyes of your people.
Your stamp extends my being.
Your stamp upon me. I am marked
with your imprint, your impress,
which overlaps the inks
of others, purples, greens, reds, blues,
of many countries.
The dye soaks through.
Layers of your history on my skin.
My skin covered with burnoose,
imbued with cloth brocade,
a dreams and desires facade.
Here is my photograph.
Who can know me now
after I have become so many countries.
After any place is home.
Now that I understand about loving everyone.
ARRIVAL
So the Muses, royally ensconced upon rocks
on the Olympus peak, these who can see with
telescopic view the ompala (naval of earth)
at Delphi and the earth-split crack releasing fumes
enveloping the Oracle for visions, and the sea
of Odyssey, knew we would come one day,
some, come again, with our poetry,
to wear laurel abundant and fragrant, wreathed
gold the Muses hold, to crown the brain where
inspiration and words create peace.
The Muses, tired of the running and tossing and
muscle-bulge of sports, Olympics now, everywhere,
wanted thought.
They were thinking of us before our arrival.
They smooth again their long tunics,
adjust girdles and sandals and plaited hair,
tell a few jokes—they are centuries-old bored.
They have waited a long time for us to come.
Arrive, poets, let us entertain them.
SO WE DECIDED TO
John Lennon and Yoko Ono
married at Gibraltar so
we decided to go just see
the rock, be
with our feet in the same place—(if you’ve
ever loved someone else’s life, you know)—
Yuck, all those people threw up on the boat
on the way, the rock had a fence around it
like a psychic moat,
there was no music outside in the field
for our dance––
so we decided to live our own lives
and went on to France.
Unlike Gertrude Stein for whom
if she didn’t see it it wasn’t there
—
unlike Thomas the apostle who said
to believe he must put his fingers where . . .
And even though it was hard to journey
among people who made such a mess––
we just took love with us
and kept going on . . .
( . . . I haven’t yet written the rest . . .)
Part 2 (continuing on)
Gibraltar, we just rolled on past
the rock, place empty as the tomb.
What had been there was gone.
So we decided to
Journey on.
Part 3
"Remember the outcry
when he wrote ‘they’re gonna crucify
me’ as then we read?"
Crucify . . .
a child said.
That means you’re dead?
"Someone killed him. I cried.
I’m still sad that he died . . ."
"We know the truth though––
love and music just go on,
the Power of Creativity
is great, something
can happen in this world
so wonderful
that angels sing."
And we have tickets
to go on
to—well. It might be heaven,
but so far as this poem goes,
I’ll say it’s
France—
THE WEDNESDAY AFTER TUESDAY
I became a poet because of deep and directional lines
in my palms; because of the way my fingers held a pen,
then found rhythms over computer frets, where words
came in riffs, cadence and beats. These also were the
styles of men, signs poetry would still evolve, even in
San Francisco where in the mythic past Avalon
was a ballroom, and Janis, still in Texas, confused, a
country girl, not yet come to hipdom. Women had
breasts like Mount Tamalpais, born for milk and honey.
Yet, born a poet, all I need is a room built around a
window with a bowl of gold fish. I am not going to
think of someplace to go (so I say), like Nicaragua again,
or Morocco. I am going to stay for poems.
The leaves