:d ocean resonates secret poems | Mitko Gogov and Michael Rothenberg

This is a project that I like to call meditation through poetry and it happened on Christmas Eve when Michael sat by d ocean and sent his poetry through d waves in my house where I received d salty smell of d eternal life that we live. —Mitko Gogov, 31 Dec. 2011

Ed. note: The poems below are from Mitko's blog, in _d @Potru's wor(L)d.

Poem for Mitko

Michael Rothenberg (photo from Facebook)
Today, when Ziggy
(the dog) and I
go down to the ocean
we’ll send you a poem

Some wild ribbon
Invisible soul
birds in flight
across chrome waters

We will wait
for your silent reply
Look for a word
and world of peace

Riding back
over bright breakers
from your land-
locked European country

*

A Sea-Monkey
I was born and raised
in Florida

Learned my liquid life
Now, I am pulled
by the moon

Birth and inevitability
Yes, the ocean
gives us power

Tells us the rolling universe
does not belong to us
No matter how hard

we try to destroy it

*

Godless power
Chrome waves

Sun’s flames
soak my brow

Ziggy stops to dig in the sand
Barks at the blue-black raven

calling from the stranded
boulder on Shell Beach

*

I’d go crazy living on an island
surrounded by a fevered sea of woe

and sapphire horizons

I plan for a busier tomorrow
But I can’t get the ocean out of my head

You could crave another island

But whatever’s there I can’t describe
Lupine, thistle, and wild oats

on the bluff
Something I think I see, but can’t

Imagination
inscribed in the mercurial sky

I wait for an explosion

*

This is not a good year for Tyrants!
Copper skies above Tahrir Square

Here comes that crashing thought
That currency I sent away over the expanse

to be read by you, Mitko
Tear gas clouds in Tahrir Square

Coming back tied and frayed around a rugged headland
We have had enough of this enslavement!

Men and women, boys and girls with stones
Give them what they want

Don’t wait for permission from the headquarters
Authorization from the Opera

Live long and without endorsements

*

The dog still barks, but can’t say exactly what he believes
Is that a dragon or civilization burning on the beach?

Coming in or going out
I can’t tell which way the poetry is running

A wave followed by another wave followed by another
Tide of the underworld rushing overall, blowing silver

over shipwrecked shores and tortured skies
A sleeper wave slashing

Pillars of…

*

I asked the California badger
on the road back home
Do you find this dream amusing?

There was something vicious in his response
Is the human condition just entertainment?

I ask the badger
about Political gamesmanship
and coppery metaphors

Slung across the heavens
like Handel’s Messiah?

No reply!

This is not a domestic animal!

*

O, Brother from another great continent
Beyond shimmering cataclysmic fever

Foam and light rushing up over my feet
Mammoth rubbings on mammoth stones…

Oh Macedonian Brother

I went down to the ocean today and the sky and sun and water
were blinding and gorgeous chrome, so I kind of got caught

in light and isolation and could think of nothing else
.

“Poem for Mitko” ©2011 Michael Rothenberg
All rights reserved


.OCEANia and :Christmas

.lips are touching salty waves,
oceans playin’ with d messages lost in them.
We think that inside float
maternal fluid which nourishes us while we sleep
as teddy bears, as kangaroos
in d
wombs
inside.

*

We fly with our messages
like freed birds from their cage…
Love is transferred through cosmic channels!
..an uncle somewhere far across the pond
sit on the shore,
caressing the existence of his thoughts
sending them far away to me
to be returned as hidden universes.
The day ends…

…and, somewhere there Jesus is born.

*

dogs bark in joy,
about one I know for sure.
In these bottles we keep all
d messages, those which are yet to be sent
condemning the mystery of not knowing.

!Telepathy is a pact with mice. .. you hear me?

*

We signalize d existence,
as fireflies in summer. .. even d Indians would envy us
for d art of connecting.
Do we hear each other or d waves are too strong?!
I hear how d water cleans our souls. these salty rocks
one day will fall apart!
We run lost as we should
win this marathon, but not
all waves end at the same place?

*

Embraced each other with d thoughts that returns
—boomerang technique is more active nowadays.
The end of reason is near,
in d rain we hide d cry of our fear.
At the end of the day

:all stars are falling down
—but they not fade;

they glow us from closer!

night lights,
they make d passion for more myth!

*

We reserve space in d universe
as if d hotel of our life has remained with(out)
no rooms. Guests are our memories…
fill d beds and under them they hide Us
from ourselves..*

Here the lake is calm
…dreaming of its elder brothers and sisters
will there be a river born to bring me
at d sea,
will there be a sea born
to bring me to you?

*

The Absolute dives with special equipment
we the trackers are dolphins
we close our snouts while we breathe,
yet, our ears fill with water.

Can we hear d water composition
for the rain, for d snow that melts in us
or icicles are born?

In my house a wave is coming,
from d ocean is, We say…
on my walls dark blue worlds
aquarium filled with indigo sky

.my fishes are dreaming d Big Water
Lemurians dears ~

.

Introductory note and “.OCEANia and :Christmas” ©2011 Mitko Gogov
All rights reserved

Mitko Gogov…

…lives in Macedonia, where he writes poetry, short stories, essays and journalism. He writes haiku, senryu, renga, which he publishes occasionally in the micro blogosphere twitter, but once published in London by Yoko Ono as well. His work so far has been present and translated in several anthologies, collections and journals for literature and art in India, Pakistan, Philippines, USA, Russia, Spain, Mexico, Argentina, Czech Republic, Germany, Serbia, Croatia, Albania, Bulgaria… His collection “Ice Water” was published in 2011 in Serbia, and in 2014 issued in Macedonia, in the edition “Fires” for the publishing house “Antolog,” supported by the Ministry of culture. Photo from 100TPC World Conference in Salerno, Italy, ©2015 Michael Dickel




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