Thursday, 31 December 2015

On New Year’s Eve 2015 By Bob Paris ©2015

Along this star washed road walking
We see all around the promise of
A vast and sacred sky and there
Angels wave to goddess and beyond
To sun and moon and cedar shadowed
Oh shining mourn gently touched
Sung out boldly from rippled memory
Thou shalt never find a heart so aflame
Burnt intertwine with this spectral oh
Remember oh remember
Oh do you darling mine
Magnificent gods race through frosted glade
Whispering bough dances with a kiss
While night lay bled and day crouches hidden
Behind racing tide before a door that opens
As love comes on a lingering flicker
Of perfumed and expectant wind


On New Year’s Eve 2015
By Bob Paris ©2015
Photo: Brian LeFurgey (taken as I was writing this poem)

Sunday, 20 December 2015

WINTER SOLSTICE 2015 By Bob Paris ©


You are lovely to me as that moon
Waxing gibbous now above
This distant dapple canvas oh so near
In the spread of four o’clock dusk
Crawling proudly as ample fog afloat
Our favorite riverbank near the rush
Of blue ice tumbled over mossy stones
And light with me together candlewicks
That we might sing ourselves hopeful toward
The promise of tomorrow’s brighter dawning


WINTER SOLSTICE 2015 By Bob Paris ©

Sunday, 25 October 2015

FANTASTIC MAN 10th Anniversary Issue -- Feature Interview


BE ON THE LOOKOUT for my interview and photo story in the amazing 10th anniversary issue of Fantastic Man (www.fantasticman.com). Issue no. 22, with Kyle MacLaughlan on the cover. 300+ pages of interviews (including Mr. MacLachlin, Jeffrey Tambor, Jesse Eisenberg, me, and more), gorgeous photography, fashion, design, culture and so forth. Please, however, realize that these guys are New-Old-School (and all the better for it!). They don’t publish an online version of the book -- just good old glorious print-on-paper!

FOR MY STORY, they sent photographer Bruno Staub and writer William Van Meter to our home, all the better to capture my life now, in the surroundings that drive my creativity and back-to-basics life. Both men seemed to understand that the consistent through-line of my entire life has been personal and creative transformation.

photo by Bruce Weber (c) 1999 
AS A BONUS, my interview is followed by a suite of never-before-published portraits, taken by my friend and creative inspiration, Bruce Weber, at his Adirondack Park residence, Camp Longwood, in 1999. I am deeply grateful to Bruce for allowing these images to be published (the session was one of the first of many times we’ve worked together over the years).


SO, MANY HUMBLE THANKS to Fantastic Man’s founding editors, Jop Van Bennekom and Gert Jonkers – and their fantastic staff! I am honored to be a part of their 10th Anniversary Issue!

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

HEY THERE BUD by Bob Paris ©9-15-2015

Photo ©Bob Paris 1996 all rights reserved
Shall glory be cut along this wind
That is but unquenched inside a thirst
For the eye that seizes a glimpse
Of what not the beating heart might see
On a mirror set dark and marching to
A bagpipe and snare-drum tune wailing
Toward what or where or how or when
Might draw a billow of pure undying light
And song and mirth and melancholy smiles
On that branch that was but yesterday
A bud so overfilled by promise
Bucked up upon this wind


HEY THERE BUD by Bob Paris ©9-15-2015

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

TO LINGER By Bob Paris

This hank of life that waits on none
More than a glance shimmered across
Wire and coupling that hold a heart such
As mine together along switchback trails
Into clouds that ring mountaintop and down
Among volcanic coolness held in a whispered
Fault line that bears no image of fault
Or reason or impulse or single explanation
Nor belief nor doors flung open by wind
Made visible and haunting inside
Swirls round to find a mind unstilled
By steady race of pulse and blood and light
And pause in which to linger






TO LINGER
By Bob Paris © 8.25.2015

Tuesday, 7 July 2015

Dog Days

The day was bright and dry. July landed early and hard. So it seems. Clean light on sun-bleached grass. The world feels thirsty. Already I miss my firth of forth fall.



















(Thoughts gathered out on the back deck, paused while reading THE DOG by Joseph O’Neill (hilarious, deep, timely) as I’m watched over by my own keen here-and-now dog (who wants me to join him in the yard for some fetch (or should I say, throw?))).)

Friday, 26 June 2015

Celebrate Justice

On this truly historic day, after the U.S. Supreme Court ruled in favor of full nationwide Marriage Equality, I want to express my thanks and gratitude to all who have been engaged in this decades-long battle for justice. 

And here’s a snap from the archives: As the twelfth anniversary of Marriage Equalization fast approaches up here in British Columbia, this photo from my marriage to Brian, the great love of my life.  August 8th, 2003.  After seven years together, we finally got hitched.


Cheers and Namaste and Love.

Bob

Friday, 22 May 2015

MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

Shall this heart break half in two
Or will it be three ragged pieces served
Cold in a morning fog that
Sees me here at my spot as ever
Yet needed my gaze over there at
That urgent place you told me about
Late in the day
And now you’ve lost me
So it seems
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Can you hear me hear me hear me
Will you reach me giant step as an infant crawls
Unyielding yet staring with hooded ayes
And a host of goddesses bring forth
Snap snap, snap snap
Sing melodies of brown eggs
Gathered on this expectant May dawn
That pushes toward a flowering
Of bluebottles and cakewing baker bees
And swallowtails swirling in early light
Irreducible to merest neutron and
Flattened earth rounded by breath
Yawning gorges stretched across the gap
Between the wing and the petal
Each one shouldered up against a rusty screen
That barely keeps me from knowing
Your heart as well as I do (or maybe don’t)
Know my own
Is that the answer you have long longed for
For which you have long longed
Perhaps it’s something else altogether
Oh look
 
MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

Sunday, 3 May 2015

INFINITE HEART by Bob Paris 5.3.2015 (c)

A golden day sings me
Sweet surrender and thus
It is in my nature to answer
Each call in kind
So I say to the trees
How are you today
And they reply that they are just fine
Ta sure ta very much and so
 
















The sun falls on my neck and I move
My chaise lounge over to the shade
Of a fully flowered lilac
That has grown toward the south
Over so many years
And years
Sweet melody grand symphony
The fat robin sings ore there yonder
Ruby throat fleeting wing
A swarm floats through
Of hummingbirds like jets over
The place my dreams singled out for me
As a boy with his head
On a late springtime pillow
Plotting paradise in the bows of
An everlasting infinite heart

Friday, 24 April 2015

The Beaten Whir by Bob Paris (c)2015

Out there along that distant point
In here around my beaten whir
Race yet along leapt paradox
That takes me here nor there 

And when I see your shadow fall
Upon the path doth lead yet yonder
Past hallow come and ghost upon
This rubble in mine breast
Alas
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Then I shall know beyond all doubt
A truer heart not ever known
This rose upon my vision hast
A dying breath bequeathed 

My darling oh my darling love
I sing you yet to heaven’s shore
For up from this here pyre of bone
A flame licks all the sky 

You were you were so young
So fair
So eager to go forward
And I shall sing you evermore
Here in my beaten whir


THE BEATEN WHIR
By Bob Paris ©2015 all rights reserved

Thursday, 1 January 2015

Sea of Tranquility by Bob Paris

You ask through rolling tears of both joy and loss
Does time exist at all these single millisecond jolts
And I respond that I will tell you in a moment
Because I’ll be that much older and hopefully
Wise against a tide that pulls me toward the
Sea of Tranquility
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
There upon that moon which has followed me and you
And all of us bound together
Throughout each breath and every heartbeat and prayer
Thousand upon million upon infinity
So that we might greet this New Blossomed Year
With a hope that
Love shadows each day with brilliantine lumens
That comfort strokes each nighttime dreamscape even in day
With gentle rocking pulse and lips pressed against the odds
Ahead around against and before and tomorrow and always
 
Sea of Tranquility, New Year’s Day 2015 © Bob Paris all rights reserved