Monthly Archives: February 2013

The only capital-L Legend I Ihave personally known. Dean lived a Very Large Life and contained many multitudes, but–relevant to the theme of the past two weeks–he had and bestowed his many gifts of self on others and the world. … Continue reading →

The baby and young child start life as gifts, unbeknownst to themselves. They are what they are, naturally, as much as a beautiful, undisturbed landscape or animal in the wild. Consciousness is relatively undeveloped through the early years. And when … Continue reading →

(on occasion of the meteorite and asteroid, Feb. 15, and the comet March 12, 2013) Dazzling & bright eye m just visiting yr loco galaxy a whimsical bit of cosmic mass from `somewhere else.` Entering yr atmosphere eye plunge comet-like … Continue reading →

I don’t have much use for agendas and politics. Within about 30 seconds of meeting someone for the first time (I exaggerate), I usually know if they come with a goal of seeing others as a means to an end; … Continue reading →

by Dean McKenzie (a memory from Cafe le Gare, 1989, reading with Dean for the first time…) In the rain mirror the city is downside-up. The silvery splash of mist drops in a cloud of grey: sheets of glazed pavement … Continue reading →

Dean Morrison McKenzie (on right) Friend, Poet, Spirit of the Great Heart (d. Feb. 4, 2013) The Gifts of Vision and Consciousness ………………… Above picture, fall 1990 at Southgate, Woodward’s Books.  Spiritus reading to the Saturday afternoon throngs at an … Continue reading →

“If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, “you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn.” …………………. “…for only a … Continue reading →