Saturday, 13 September 2014

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014

This midnight realm above
Like scattered diamonds
Tossed by a reckless goddess
Over a departing shoulder
Burnt by late summer sun
To fall hither skither
On that rumpled bedspread
Of black
Velvet
That we call this night sky
 
 
Around these alien parts
Forever separated
Forever together
Where Apollo fleets
And Diana quivers
Down to the underworld of Pluto
And away to the far reaches of Aries
Of always and beyond
Under the stern and squinted gaze
Of
Remind me
Again
I forgot which day this is
It happens
 

 
Which era
Which lamb are we to slaughter
What alms shall be offered
In deference to pregnant thunder
To threat of everlasting retribution

Avert the flame alighted
This ripened fruit that bursts upon
An exacted altar
What song doth please
The ever shifting realm
Which passage true
Which false

No matter
For above me spreads a diamond scattered
Rumpled cloth
Black velvet yet a moment
Then peach and violet at each edge
Then spectral
 
And my heart beats on
As does yours my darling
As does yours 

THAT VELVET MIDNIGHT by Bob Paris © 9.12.2014 all rights reserved

 

Tuesday, 19 August 2014

TIES THAT BIND by Bob Paris

 
 
There once was a man and his dog.
Together, days n’er were a slog.
Be they young in spirit,
Sands fall and they feel it.
Eternal, this bond cuts the fog.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
TIES THAT BIND by Bob Paris © 8.18.2014

Thursday, 14 August 2014

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved




Hickulous dickulous splay
Field mouse sprints
Right down the fray 

Am I just another
Soul here sent asunder
To live out this herckus array  

Of day upon week upon month
Each year it does tally to sums
That leave me all breathless
And here I pause to catch this
Dear moment a minute
A lunch 

Yet in this I'm thinking
Each heartbeat here pulsing
A fleeting it gives me such pause 

For if I should leave soon
I will make much more room
For those who come after and
Pulse 

And carry on forward
A shadow of genus
Of yesterdays
Rolled on in style

So … 

Hickulous dickulous slay
This ghost of said field mouse displays
Complete understanding
Of life in full standing
Here for a moment  

And …

 

 

AND… By Bob Paris © 8.14.2014 all rights reserved

 

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

BETWEEN by Bob Paris © 8.6.2014


Noble heart yearning soul
Quickened by longing requited
Calmed through acts undertaken
Moved with force as if amplified
By crackling strings that run
To stars and firmament and faraway
Ground of ties to the space in between
Molecule and movement
Wave and particle and arcing light
All that weaves in mighty quiet
These laneways of shimmered stillness
In transit of a single knowing smile
 

 
BETWEEN by Bob Paris © 8.6.2014

Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Babel Heart by Bob Paris (c)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Adrift on undulant seas and restless
How shall I calm this Babel heart
A millstream runs my head a’singing
Wet mainsail taunt lines slinging drops
Of heavy salted waves that break
Off port and starboard aft and fore
On far horizon calls measured hope
Crack the swells oh leeward bound
As if to know a nimble trace
A peaceful harbor where to put by
Gleamed tranquil treble everlast
Pulse stills through rhythmic ease
And toil and melody and
Clean light and vapour
Cloud draped volcano cockcombs above
This strange lagoon of quickened soul
Of steady rocking nights in slumber
The peace of gems upon deep velvet
Bright days to patch and stow and long
To move to move to move again

BABEL HEART by Bob Paris
23 July, 2014
(c) all rights reserved

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Summer Solstice 2014 by Bob Paris (c)

Solstice Night 2014 photo: Brian LeFurgey (c)























Everlast shall summer sun alight
Sustain our dance upon
Twirl waltz floor here assembled
Ancestor dust and breath and hope
Shadow forms alas forgotten
Passed along a road
In chase of grand repute
Gather ash yet swim apace
In strokes along linger trespass
Horizon expands expectant
For this child of tomorrow
Raise a glass
Beat thy breast
Jump yon fire
Sing hosanna
Hesitant twilight yet the forest calls
Shall it storm this eve in light
As the lamb recalls first springtime


On Solstice Night 2014
By Bob Paris
© all rights reserved

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

From the Archives...


Official Bob Paris (c) all rights reserved
SOUTHERN EXCURSION
August 1995
Seattle

“The depth of my belief in the power of bodybuilding grew out of my desires as an artist.  I pretended that I wanted grand success as an athlete in some traditional sport, but only because that was what I believed was the right thing to feel.  Great athletes were the good guys and rewarded with adulation and wealth.  Artists generally tended to struggle.  When I discovered bodybuilding, I knew—with the sort of instinct that reveals itself in rare moments—that I could have both.  I could be the artist I’d always dreamed of being and I could be a jock and exert my physical presence in a way that would demonstrate to all the world that I was truly a man.  I could have taken no other sport as far as I did this one.  It is misunderstood, underappreciated , corrupted by petty greed, and considered to be the realm of freaks, but it is also beautiful and thrilling and lifted high above the dull thud of conformity.” 

Excerpted from:  GORILLA SUIT by Bob Paris © (St. Martin’s Press, 1997, all rights reserved, ISBN 0-312-16855-1) 

Photo by John Balik, 1983.  © Bob Paris all rights reserved