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There is no law of levity,
but once it's codified
with wit, the soul of brevity,
I hope I'm notified,
for levity is an imper-
ative that in the breach
is honored most, since hard to share,
a joy that people teach
but do not practice half as much
as they might if commanded.
Let's codify the law, and touch
each other open-handed,
in order that we all, extem-
porizing with it, may
use it as our chief stratagem
for keeping blues away.
Inspired by an excerpt from a prose poem that Jane Liddell-King sent Linda:
But first from my mineral sea I drew a handful of molten gold.And I offered my angry and rebellious angel daughter a long lemon tea-break in which to spread her wings together with the secret of losing and renewing, highlighting and lowlighting and twilighting even her glorious and abundant plumage. And in time, perhaps in the evening she will light upon the Law of Levity and pass on the secret of flying to you and to your, as yet, inconceivable children. And even as the darkness enfolds us here on the edge of the sea listen and you will hear her sound the trumpet which she fashioned from the blazing gold. Hear her raise the roof of heaven while her new band of angels move in and out of time ringing dynamic changes and crying in crimson mode 'Halleluja' to the crowd of stars.
Look and rejoice in the harlequin colours of the angel fish. But in the morning do as I did in the beginning. Go forth. Extemporise. And if not now, when?
2/5/09
gershon hepner
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Thursday, February 05, 2009 |
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