Thursday, June 16, 2011

R (right as rain)

They say it's natural --
it falls from the sky,
ricochets from the street,
like a storm shouting
hail back to heaven.

They say the gods care
for lions laying in wait
and sacrificial lambs
when lead tears the air
open like Velcro.

Then they say
stone has a right
to be a mountain
and a blade of grass
has a right to rain.

Image: Los fusilamientos del tres de mayo
by Francisco Goya, retrieved from Wikimedia Commons

This poem is the second of a loosely connected series. For the first, see Satched.


Harlequin said...

striking.... in/for so many senses...
i especially like the sounds in these words, such an intriguing multi-sensory experience; the visual is also.... intriguing... well juxtaposed with the images from the first installment in this series

i am touched by the deep thoughtfulness of your work.

Jon Parsons said...

I'm crawling here... not much space to juxtapose. The image, by Goya, is one of my favorite paintings. Recently, I got to see some of his work first hand, but I've only seen the above painting reproduced through mechanical reproduction. Without foreclosing anything, there'll be another image with the upcoming post: D.

manik sharma said...

Was this a testimonial to this is beautiful..i can see what has followed from the previous post..The stone has the right to be a mountain..and we have given ourselves the right to be the stone....But we won't ever be the mountain...A mountain has a heart big enough to bear fruit and then watch it fall and mix in rubble...We are the rubble i guess..One's who eye the peaks are the lions...the Gods care for? or maybe don't at all...Lions have risen from rubble after all...

BBC said...

What in the hell are you drinking? Stone may or may not have a right to be a mountain but water wears it down so we can say that water has a right also.

A blade of grass has the right to try to survive and that's about it.

Actually, I'm getting tired of hearing about rights, shit happens, that's pretty much the extent of things.

Jon Parsons said...

manik sharma,
Thanks for the comment. There's another two or three posts coming that will (perhaps) build further on the earlier post. I love how you've interpreted and opened up this little poem. Lions rising from rubble is a lovely image and makes of this a new poem.

In many ways, we're on the same page regarding your last statement. Maybe it's just something people made up. But then, I wonder if it's just a word that signifies other ideas -- ideas that are worth fighting and dying for, as many people are in the world today.
A video you might like on this topic, and for a good laugh, check out George Carlin on rights

manik sharma said...

oohh jon i love george carlin....Miss his brutality...He shines brightest for me in the sky at night...I actually go around listening to his audio books on my little musical gadget...(and he did call people like me lowlife dipshits...people who go around with earphones and headphones on their heads)...But i'll that shot to listen to him...

Jon Parsons said...

manik sharma,
Yeah, Carlin was amazing. Irreverent to the end. And I imagine that there are few who avoided his critical gaze (even himself), so I wouldn't feel too bad about the headphones!

Lynn said...

I like this one!!!

Hospitable Scots Bachelor said...

Goya! Wonderful! He paints dreams - good and bad

Toyin O. said...

Very nice, thanks for sharing.

Chris Benjamin said...

there's this subtle cynicism here. not sure if that's the intent but i like it.