Nowhere, B.C.: unlightenment

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

unlightenment

Unlightenment(learn mistake)
for David Bromige

Once I learn mistake
Is more important than intention
more effective
once I learn mistake
is ubiquitous
once I learn mistake
is inevitable
guarantee
one good mistake
deserves an utter
once I learn mistake
is eternal
once I learn mistake
is an happier instance
that one juicy good misteak
deserts an udder
once I learn mistake
has a glorious future
that success is predicated
on mistake

no mistake
no success

(success is all Miss Takes?
And the runnerup Miss Taken!)

once I learn mistake
means survival
redemption oddly

I never mad another.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: What an truly great poem Billy!; May 9, 2007 at 8:19 AM

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Hornby Island by Goh Poh Seng (for Billy Little, who shared loved spots and fond friends)

Here on the headland by Downe's Point we case dreams to rise synchronous with eagles and gulls, all make-believe, egocentric, near to fanatical, else aim true to roam deep with Leviathan in the ocean's mind, free from perplexities and profundities such as bind the scheduled self Here is the arbutus grove whose trunks and branches tighten like nerves, twisted witnesses, victims of shapely winds which blow in always unseen, sweet from the south or coming cold from the north, from every direction the prevailing force of nature Wish I could emulate the arbutus slough off my thin skin as easily as these natives trees their bark from abrasion, disdain or design, unveiling the bare beauty of strong, hard wood beneath Over on Fossil Bay the rot of herring roe strewn amongst broken clam shells, dead crabs on dirty grey sand, exposed bedrock, thickened the morning air, but gave no cause for bereavement: these millions of botched birthings! And none also for the Salish, no open lamentation for a race almost obliterated without trace from their native habitat save a few totems, some evidences of middens, a score of petroglyphs of their guardian spirits carved a thousand years ago on smooth flat rock by the shore, of killer whales, Leviathans again, to guide their hunts, the destiny of their tribe. Having retraced them gently with finger tips, they now guide mine.