Monday, January 23, 2017

THE MAN WHO SPOKE TO ANIMALS ~










Cup (remembering the old man)




We watched the thunderstorm

Blow over from the west,

Darken the upper hill of

Pasture, brush away

Daylight in barn

Windows, make it awful

Dark for two-in-the-afternoon



You said, now listen



And because you usually

Only spoke when you had

Something to say, I did

Listen, nearly held my breath

Waiting — looking up into

Your eyes and tiny white

Hairs in your nose and ears



And when the shower began

We heard it first in the

Wave of trees far off —

You looked and

Smiled at me

Hoping I had heard it —

Those few seconds in life

When earth, trees and even man

Turn their cup up to the rain







The Man Who Spoke To Animals



Today I heard Mason Weathers was put
Into the hospital a month ago after
A stroke, and I thought he was
Missing this fall when geese
Passed over his hill-farm’s steel roofs
Heading south with the river

Mason is always up and around those days
Even though he is two years retired from
Farming and is said to sit in a chair
Smoking cigarettes by his roadside window,
Wondering like a few of the old timers left —
What in the world has happened
To all this land and town he loves

Many years ago he gave up attending
Town meeting — was busy sawing logs for taxes —
But of course it was the new people
Now in the chairs of his dead friends
That drove him away, into deeper snow
Clutching a chain saw

One time I borrowed from Mason
His heavy snag of tractor rope
To do tree work for people he knew
In the village, and in my rush limbing
Sawed off a six-foot tail of that rope.
When I brought it back Mason met me
On his porch — with its pose over the
Valley — a smile on his muscular face,
Nodded and said, “It was all right, just
Six-feet shorter,” then walked back inside

They say today he has no memory for
That sort of thing. Sits up in a hospital
Bed with daily visits from his wife Ruth
Who tells friends back home Mason has
Been struck with sugar, and the stroke has
Left one side of his body blank as
A dead elm tree — imagine a man who once
Spoke to animals ending up this way







The Reason I Love to Build Stone Walls



and have for so long

is that I need few

tools to do the job



I could walk to work

free at hand

nearly whistling



until I arrive

(not wanting to

look too happy)



and the stones

are there lopsided

appearing miserably



out of place to

someone else

as I kneel



maybe with a 3 lb.

hammer I’ve brought

                                          along for company




_________________

Bob Arnold
Once In Vermont
Gnomon







Saturday, January 21, 2017

HOUSTON WOMEN'S MARCH ~









Here's a sign from the

HOUSTON WOMEN'S MARCH
21 JANUARY 2017


sent from a friend tonight
from the heart of
Texas





LOOK AT YOURSELVES, IT'S BEAUTIFUL ~







BE A SISTER ~











DAY AFTER SPIRITS SHOW ~






Here we go!






Remember — there's more happening out there than a TRump 





We got spirits, we got friends






We got home life, a warm hearth to build, protests to make, 
poems to write





Boots to kick!





Hats to wear!





Pals!







copyright
Bob Arnold
20 January 2017






Friday, January 20, 2017

MORNING DANCE ~ (into the next morning)





O N C E     I N     V E R M O N T      F I L M
photograph & design by
Two~Hands





YOU ARE NOT ALONE ~










VEIL OF TEARS ~










SUN RA ~ (and friends)









CITY OF DREAMS ~










SLAM ~










WE DON'T WANT YOUR TINY HANDS ~








P L A Y ~













WHEN THEY COME ~








SOMEBODY BLEW UP AMERICA ~









OLD BLACK CROW ~










THE PRODIGAL SON ~







5 LONG DAYS BEFORE THE INAUGURATION



I received one piece of snail mail that Sweetheart brought home
on her excursion to town and I was outdoors framing a wall
in 30 degree weather, sunny though, and I stopped to take a break
and read this postcard which on the other side was
Hieronymus Bosch's The Prodigal Son (1510) and the 
postcard, written in hand script, read:

"Hi Bob, I had a dream about you last night.
You had just gotten back from a visit to
Washington DC and were telling me about
how fucked up everything was there. You said
you knew it was coming, all you had to do was go
into movie theatres and bowling alleys and read
the peoples faces there. It was written plain as day.
Love,"



[ BA ]








WALK AWAY ~









JULIAN ASSANGE EXPLAINING ~













HEAR MY CRY ~





HABEAS CORPUS BLUES ~










JANINE POMMY VEGA ~










ACROSS THE TABLE ~










MONASTERIES ~














LAZY RIVER ~










THE ROAD TO DESOLATION ~










THE BALLAD OF HOLLIS BROWN ~










COMMENCEMENT ~










A MERCY ~










MARGARET WALKER ~
























KEEP MOVIN' ON ~













KURT VONNEGUT ~









REVOLUTIONARY LETTERS ~









THIS AIN'T NO MOUSE MUSIC ~











TROUBLE EVERY DAY ~










THE PEACEMAKERS ~