Tag Archives: TRUST

MATTERS OF THE HEART

 

A comment is something you do not have to make,

so when a comment is made, I am grateful.

And I am particularly sensitive to those small accomplishments that really are huge; those tiny steps that took tremendous effort to make.

I celebrate them!

I try to take nothing for granted; a kind word goes a long way with me.

And an ability to trust and be trusted goes even further, for an ability to love and to be loved requires a foundation of trust.

Nothing can take the place of being trustworthy. 

Being good for your word is everything. Everything; I am most serious about this. Breaking trust to me is a form of killing; the slaying of what should be the best of the human spirit.

Maybe I haven’t lived long enough to become jaded; but I can tell you this, when I love, I love purely. If I  love you, it is a real and honest thing.

This is not what I demand in others; this is what I demand in myself.

And I seek reasons to love rather than reasons to denigrate and despise.

I hope that what may be said about me is that I’m good for my word,

My word means something! If I say it, I really mean it. If I feel something, I really feel it.

And I do not want to waste feeling on lies and breaking trust, for some things can not be reconstructed well, especially if they were erected upon lies.

Those structures will topple, but those structures built with love have a much better chance of enduring.

To demand more of others, we must also demand more of ourselves, and

We must, must be honest… Honest

 HONEST

Those Little Things!

Just a bird’s nest. Just a cloud, just a swirl of dust dancing as I still can, just a hand held, just my head in the bend of an arm, belonging there, just a taste of my friend’s ice cream cone, styling the swirls of flavor like frosty hair, the elegant and special work of tongues, the luxury of the comfort tongues can deliver when they say the right things, arousing the taste buds, (hm, that must be a kiss), and they can, just a little walk, just the comfort of being alive, matters who I’m with, surrounded by honesty and trust, drooping garlands of weeping willow tassels like green beaded doorways, and a heart that understands this need to be true, the song and music of this, –oh the comfort! –oh the love!… an open door, music of pots and pans, the taste of the spinach with peppers and pecans, and the most wonderful simple dressing, honey and mustard, plenty of pepper, black and cayenne, my son cooking a chicken thigh for me (I tried not to remember the pet chick I had that died from the fumes of painting our attic apartment when I was five), splashing in puddles to simulate oceans; the pasta swelling to my delight (cooking is so very sexy); I loved watching boiling through sides of glass pots, initial small turbulence that progresses as things will, tickles of excitement as penne pasta began to dance, frenetic waves of this –oh the frolic in a pot of sperm!– Such little, microscopic things, such life-giving, life-fulfilling things, orgasm in my pot on my stove last night….

Little Things


For those of you who have been waiting for good news about my forthcoming poetry, although a contract dispute still rages, for I have discovered some dishonesty I didn’t know was there. in the making o fmy contracts, apparently for all these years.  

I feel betrayed, that business must trump compassion; that such feelings are secondary to the corporation, even in poetry, poetry the  bastion of truth.

But that is me; for whom love is everything.  I do not play with love.  I don’t feel love easily, and if I feel it, it is real, and the loved one is worthy of this love.  No; it doesn’t have a monetary value.  It is much more than that… For if I love you, then you are trustworthy, and the more trustworthy you are, the more I can love you.    

As simple as that.

NOW

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE WANTED A TASTE OF THE POEMS forthcoming very soon in “Wannabe Hoochie Mama Gallery of Realities’ Red Dress Code, NEW AND SELECTED POETRY

THREE  OF THE NEW POEMS HAVE BEEN RECORDED FOR POETS AND WRITERS, IN FACT,

Melissa Faliveno of  POETS AND WRITERS has loaded my readings of three poems  from “Wannabe” here:

https://www.pw.org/content/wannabe_hoochie_mama_gallery_of_realities_red_dress_code

  1. Blue Coming (in response to Bob Holman’s “What you Can’t Understand is that Poetry is connected to the Body Again”)
  2. The Glory Prelude (also a video poem and first published in print form in “The Offing“)
  3.  Me and Bubble Went to Memphis”

Please enjoy

and please love yourselves and love others. It’s the only way,

and strive to be good for your word! 

The Glory Prelude (video poem)

 

 

 

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TRUTH! –ABOVE ALL

SORRY, but I begin this Sunday aware of the meaning embedded in OPTION CLAUSE #20 

 

OPTION:

“20. In consideration of the covenants of this Agreement, the Proprietor agrees to give the Publisher the first opportunity to obtain book-publishing rights in his next book-length work.  The Proprietor shall submit the manuscript of such work to the Publisher before showing it to any other publisher, and the Publisher shall thereafter have thirty [30] days to notify the Proprietor if it wishes to publish such work, and if so, to propose terms and conditions (provided that the Publisher shall not be required so to notify the Proprietor until the expiration of ninety (90) days from the date of the first publication of the Work).  If within thirty (30) days after the Publisher’s having proposed such terms and conditions, the Publisher and the Proprietor fail to reach agreement with respect thereto, or if the Publisher does not wish to publish such work, then the Proprietor shall be free to arrange for publication elsewhere provided, however, that the Proprietor shall not enter into an agreement for publication of such work with any third party on terms and conditions equal to or less favorable than those terms and conditions offered by the Publisher.”

Song of the realization about the lies from my so-called”friend” wearing two hats as my publisher, and as my agent, my agent lied to me, did not mention Option #20

clearly on behalf of the publisher, not the writer, 

Mark Morrison’s “Return of the Mack” –for the line “You Lied to me”

 

In the photo, I am illuminated by honesty; see how it glows! Maybe I shouldn’t say any of this, maybe I should pretend to be ignorant a little longer, but when a dead rat is found, action is required no matter when it is found.  And I have found one. Two hats, my publisher and my agent; those hats can not be worn well simultaneously.  

I feel like a fool for beliving anything.

Then again, you know what is said about “Smiling Faces” (1971, UNDISPUTED Truth):

I know! The TRUTH!

want to drive me to litigation?

This is a way to do it! 

AND I’VE BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE!

A suggestion: throw out the existing contract and send me a new one, without Option clause #20 and get me a bound galley immediately, “Remember, I’m your FRIEND”! –HARDLY; I DONT THINK SO.  “True friends” do not treat each other this way!

They just don’t. Too much conscience.

And a need to live with themselves.  

TRUTH will get you in the end.  

TRUTH ALWAYS PREVAILS.

I feel sorry for those who prey upon the little poet, those who have that need.

I do not, and I am glad; I can live with myself without regret.  

No bound galley?  Really? I recommend putting a bound galley in the maiil immediately; prepared for publishers and not for me?

Send me yours then.  

Send me yours.  

You must have one or can get your hands on one.  I deserve at least that.  

Write that into the NEW contract also, for YOUR book evidently, not mine.

I will not sign it until someone without  a hat reviews it!

Hat brims can cloud vision, and pull wool over eyes. The mask has come off.

You know my address.

My poetry is my truth! –I do not play with truth. 

I am exposing a “black” truth behind your white lie; I am rememering what was said about rejection of a blurb; it is the reason that disturbs me more than the actual rejection.  I have the email with that content in it, and I will never forget what was said.

Also your reasons for preferring that I not post the PDF of the Wannabe”jacket, and this is a quote, this is the truth:

“We would rather that you not post the pdf.  They are made specifically for reviewers.  We don’t want them to be pirated, sold, reproduced, poems taken, etc. etc.  All of these things affect your income (and ours), and contribute to incorrect versions floating through history….  Please don’t do it.

Truth is Sacred! 

Friend as defined in Wikipedia: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendship&gt;

Friendship is a relationship of mutual affection between two or more people.[1] Friendship is a stronger form of interpersonal bond than an association. Friendship has been studied in academic fields such as sociology, social psychology, anthropology, and philosophy. Various academic theories of friendship have been proposed, including social exchange theory, equity theory, relational dialectics, and attachment styles. A World Happiness Database study found that people with close friendships are happier.[2]

Although there are many forms of friendship, some of which may vary from place to place, certain characteristics are present in many types of bond. Such characteristics include affection, sympathy, empathy, honesty, altruism, mutual understanding, and compassion, enjoyment of each other’s company, trust, and the ability to be oneself, express one’s feelings, and make mistakes without fear of judgment from the friend.

While there is no practical limit on what types of people can form a friendship, friends tend to share common backgrounds, occupations, or interests and have similar demographics.

–in case a refresher course is needed.  Seems to me it is. Note, please that “honesty” is part of the definition, as is “altruism“, “understanding“, “compassion“; thank goodness I know these qualities, essential qualities to life, elsewhere, a barren, empty existence without them…

 

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