Friday, December 29, 2006

The emberless journey

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Sometimes Walking

We say little as we punish the distance
with the tread of our silence. Coyotes
move in much the same way. Only when
the agony of a lesser light crests the evenscape
to spill its roar of driven rising do they find
it irresistible to stain the sky in kindred ache.

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Inside, we are a nimble clash of scumbling
weather quarried from clouds crashing like
clumsy slabs in the hovel of a blind sculptor.
What we want to say, what we choose to say,
what we fear to say assures quietus as we block
unspoken rehearsals in our heads. Giant saguaro
stand resigned along this pointless path, their
scarred arms surrendered and shouldered up.

In the dirt, we see travel in rattler and gila,
their common names given to raven ruckus
and rabbit wind. What it was we didn’t talk
about, I do not recall. Sometimes walking is
enough and these things work themselves out.
The proven poultice of a needless journey
often takes one farther than can be supposed.

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Whatever it was it was gone, passing with our
passage through the overlook. There we stopped
to gauge rest and run our eyes across the red
canyon where ruin and remnant huddled against
sheerstone walls. There, amid broken olla and black
char left from ancient fires, people like you and me
once stood circled in their trackless hush, allowing
the emberless journey to bring them here to ours.

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We thank them for their sacred keeping, return
to tend time in our own time, and with our turning
leave to the desert more than it lent to us. Sun
settles into ocotillo like a bird nesting a comfort
we can only imagine. Soon the far lights will appear
and we will come to change into what we become
when this moment draws. Later, we will talk about
what powerful communion we shared, feather it into
a fetish to shake true and shapeless as good medicine.

Joseph Gallo
December 12, 2006

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Blogger billie parried...

This combination of words and images might be my favorite so far! I love it.

Oddly (or not) enough, both the words and photos could fit into my second novel, almost like an aside in the point of view of main character.

Almost like a message from her future - her older self - coming through to inform my writing of her now.

I wish I had a volume filled with all these wonderful blog entries. It would be one of those books that just lives by my chair, never shelved b/c it gets browsed so much.

happy happy new year, and thank you!


January 06, 2007 5:55 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

You are an angel, Billie. Thank you for your extremely kind comments and that idea of yours ain't half-bad at all: a volume of Drachenthrax words and images. Hmmmmm. Why not? First things first, but I am going to sit this egg like a doting penguin for awhile.

Happy New Year to you, and please continue working your novels and let us know when and where. All the best to you, dear.

January 06, 2007 12:38 PM  
Blogger billie parried...

Thanks, Joseph, I hope 2007 brings a sale my way.

We watched a penguin documentary a month or so ago and I have a very clear and beautiful image of a papa penguin doting on his egg!


January 07, 2007 7:14 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

I hope you get a nibbli$h bite too. And them penguins--all they endure to continue. That's what having no nearby 7/11 can do. ;-)

January 07, 2007 3:25 PM  
Blogger name of the rose parried...

One must reread this post aloud to appreciate the flow of sounds that bridge image to idea, not unlike listening to the sounds on a walk. Not to mention how you express the world-at-hand on the particular day it folds into.

Just as an aside, the shaped view of your cloud photo is reminiscent of the profile drawing in your previous post (as if one could fit one inside the other) ...

January 16, 2007 8:54 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

To NOTR: Thank you for your insight and for coming along on the walk.

For those of my visitors and readers who have not yet done so, please look for the link on Drachenthrax under blogword that leads to soak the edge. That would be Brenda Ferguson, I believe, whose wonderful creations of moment via words and images are stunning.

Thanks again for visiting and commenting. :-)

January 17, 2007 10:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous parried...

a truly beautiful timeless journey. L

June 03, 2008 8:55 AM  

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