the girl in the red sneakers

the girl in the red sneakers
with the mountain lion on her leash
walked passed me this morning smiling

Was this my dream or yours?

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited

 

 

What does the eye see?

I stand upon this hill.

What does the eye see?
The curve between earth and sky:
the clouds slow movement, pacing;
the trees green ceiling, swaying;
the roof of the world, falling…

What does it mean to be in this magnificence?

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited

Bringing Democracy to Nicaragua (Part 1 of 2)

Edmund Berger has a two part expose on the way the transnational or global power system has instigated through its insidious networks of power the slow but methodical unmaking of Nicaragua… which was but a test case in their unmaking of the planet which is still going on… read him and learn!

Deterritorial Investigations

Another set of text fragments from one the deep archives….

The Unmaking of a Country

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The actions in Chile had helped signal the most important development at the end of the Cold War – the triumph of the transnational moderate elite over the hawkish national factions, culminating in the apex of Samuel Huntington’s “third wave of democratization” and Francis Fukuyama’s “end of history.” It would appear that old methodology of diplomacy of ‘Peace through Strength’ was fading away. The militant right would indeed lay dormant for only a short while, as humanitarianism became the moral justification for intervention. The right reemerged in the Clinton years through the neoconservative lobby, before finally returning to power in full with the administration of President George W. Bush. By this point, however, moderate viewpoints had conjoined with those of the nationalists. It was only in the foreign policy arena that the militant stance had…

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Cloud Dancer

It’s as if
she were a cloud dancer –

a temple growing from her thoughts

balancing heaven,
earth and stars
;
beyond twilight’s
violent orange –

mauve violets
arrange themselves,
as watcher’s waken

in the last light
to her simple crossing
of the evening sky.

– Steven Craig Hickman ©2014 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited.

Note: the actual photograph that inspired this came from Keyur Panchal’s keep picturing blog: here. It was of a young woman on a unicycle crossing what appears to be a length of wire strung over a raised area that appears to be almost floating on clouds, and something growing out of her head (headpiece?) with the wash of colors I assume are twilight movements somewhere on Baga Beach, Goa, India… either way it just triggered this poem as a singular confrontation with such beauty, and reminded me of the wash of evening colors that appear rarely under certain occasional moments of atmospheric pressure.

For me poetry is defined by a deep seated need to stay with the natural, not to transcend its surface textures into some transcendental beyond, but rather to see the immanent movement of things as in themselves they voice their own powers and capacities not for us but for themselves. A visionary naturalism if you will.