Luna Apostrophea

The moon her magic be, big sad face
Of infinity An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks

She kicks a star, clouds foregather
In Scimitar shape, to round her
Cradle out, upsidedown any old time

You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange-balls
Of blazing imaginary light in fright

As eyeballs, hurt & foregathered,
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly otay

Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
Ball full of mountains and moons

Deep as the ocean, high as the moon,
Low as the lowliest river lagoon
Fish in the Tar and pull in the Spar

Billy de Bud and Hanshan Emperor
And all wall moongazers since
Daniel Machree, Yeats see

Gaze at the moon ocean marking
the face –

In some cases
The moon is you

In any case
The moon

The Moon Her Majesty ~ Jack Kerouac

 

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Notes on Mediation

Things I learned, or should I say re-established in my most recent mediation:

People have the natural reflex to make assumptions about others. It is why training in neutrality and asking open-ended questions to get to the truth is important. People will look at you and assume 1,001 things before you have even opened your mouth. Most of the time they are wrong. Even Sherlock Holmes was wrong sometimes and he was the master “reader”. That being said, body language and patterns of behavior can be very telling and often help us see more clearly what is going on.

For instance: when one party started talking about this upsetting message they received, they broke out into bright red splotches all over the face and chest. The person who sent the upsetting message started breathing heavily and got really, really quiet. I have noticed that when a normally outspoken and animated person clams up and gets cryptic it is often because they feel guilty about something. But again, don’t assume, instead ask a well-crafted question when they start digging their head into the sand.

Naturally, we on the panel really wanted to know what the message said.  Wouldn’t you, if you saw that kind of reaction?

This was a tricky session because it involved racial tensions, generational and cultural clashes, and other domestic issues that were not going to be magically resolved in this time frame. But in the end, a candid discussion about some deep stuff transpired and everyone apologized for their behavior. I would say we did good work this week.

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This is an old article, but every time I read it I can hear my maternal gramp’s voice. A lot of old SF’ers sounded like the cabbie in Dark Passage. Gramps was a cabbie in 1947 too, after coming back from the war and having the first of 3 children before age 25. Workin’ class folks in the Mission and Haight and old money the closer you got to the Bay, with the exception of North Beach, which is where the old Italians played pool, smoked in the little cafes (which used to be on every block) and made the Sacripantina that my grandma would travel across town for. That was SF.

How to talk like a Sampanciscan