God is harmony and geometry. When we live without measure Nature warns us with bitter messages. If we celebrate, instead of meditating on those messages, we are just passing away as insignificant passengers of this life. Even alive we are without Life.
in the indifferent heart of New Orleans
there reemerges the orgy of crazy carnival.
See the airplane; protruded from its window
a train of bridal gown of twelve hundred meters,
an extra reason for Guines to fool upstart nations¹.
Millions of dollars torn as confetti
thrown around from chariots of two stores.
Millions of dollars as garlands stitched
οn particoloured uniforms, under underclothes....
...there, so much buzz making all people deaf
not remembering the clamor of typhoon Catrina
(two years past, memory can't hold clamors back)
that plans to fall upon and relevel such a feast,
flexible so as to leave the schools upright.
There, on the surface of Napoleon Avenue
in the indifferent heart of New Orleans
tell me, how mane times are we to die
in how many successive Waterloos?
¹ Guinnes "award" to a designer coming from a newly rich country
Poetry by Joseph Josephides
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CATRINA
There, on the surface of Napoleon Avenuein the indifferent heart of New Orleans
there reemerges the orgy of crazy carnival.
See the airplane; protruded from its window
a train of bridal gown of twelve hundred meters,
an extra reason for Guines to fool upstart nations¹.
Millions of dollars torn as confetti
thrown around from chariots of two stores.
Millions of dollars as garlands stitched
οn particoloured uniforms, under underclothes....
...there, so much buzz making all people deaf
not remembering the clamor of typhoon Catrina
(two years past, memory can't hold clamors back)
that plans to fall upon and relevel such a feast,
flexible so as to leave the schools upright.
There, on the surface of Napoleon Avenue
in the indifferent heart of New Orleans
tell me, how mane times are we to die
in how many successive Waterloos?
¹ Guinnes "award" to a designer coming from a newly rich country
Poetry by Joseph Josephides
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Written on 2007-03-18 at 18:59
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