HOUSE ON FIRE



 

 


Bayview Sparklyville!


This lover lives here

That lover walks by


Bone in sun or ash flakes of shell

Corpse embalmed, law violated


SEARCH: SKY   


Slowdown sky focus, sky maintain sky

commitment to sky, original sky thought, first sky thought,

soft touch sky, sky search, keyword sky

 


Wake up

Bored with everyday details of life

Think of surrealism, international politics


White yachts soaked in mist cruise gray bay waters



Ghosts & secular humanists imprisoned by Patriot Act

War in Rwanda, starvation in Sudan

Exploding cell phones!

 

 

 

PILLHEAD   


Pill bushes in my sleep,

blue fruit, red fruit, blue/red, black fruit,

white fruit for moon garden



Up all night sleeping, sleep all morning half-awake

This part of morning sun and dew on the balcony



Goodbye balcony



BAY VIEWS    there it is


Biscayne Bay Miami  

        

You pay extra for the clouds

Goodbye view


Brown haze


White haze


Bridges    Islands    Concrete Pilings    Speedboats   

Dolphin    Snook    Grunt    Needlefish    Mullet


Stingray


Unit 951

2200 sq ft

FOR SALE



Mother, father, grandparents

best friend buried nearby. . .


Nervous calm


 The window washer comes



I like to think there’s a party going on somewhere

and everyone I’ve ever known or loved is there


Eventually, I will join them

live it up in the land of the dead


dance, play ukulele, and all kinds of Latin drums

in a Florida of my dreams


oceanic and love-drenched, over-flowing with

a pharmacy of  hangover free intoxicants


palm trees, red and yellow hibiscus, anahinga

manatee, golden rums, and sweet aperitifs



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digitography (c) Cyberpoems.com, Inc.


Fish Drum Inc., Medicine Show Theatre,
      and WORD/PLAY series presents

 a celebration reading of

            CONTINUOUS FLAME



New York restaurant, eating steak with Terri, Bill, Valerie

Uncharacteristically, Nancy calls on cell phone

I panic, think something has happened to my son

“Everyone is fine,” she says, “the house burned down”


House          Burned          Down



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   Shelldance Nursery Owners' Home Destroyed
    By Elaine Larsen, Pacifica Tribune

     A lifetime of original and collected artwork, rare books, poetry and manuscripts literally went up in smoke when fire broke out late Friday afternoon at the home of Nancy Davis and Michael Rothenberg


     The sight of the giant plume of thick black smoke rising high above the highway on the landmark hill startled many commuters . . . it was coming from the couple's home,  nestled in the trees below the brightly colored, more visible greenhouses. . .  

Disbelief.  Fly to Pacifica with Terri




     Although six fire trucks from Pacifica, Daly City and San Bruno raced to the scene. . . thick after-school traffic clogged the highway... with firefighters laying on the horn to move aside the path of backed-up cars


. . ..on the scene, . . . firefighters faced the problem of getting their hoses up the steep, twisting driveway. . . there are some low-pressure water pipes at the upper greenhouses,. . . no hydrant on the grounds. . .




          FIRE IN THE HOUSE


Stuff. That's what it is. True


Oaxacan tapestry

Pre-Colombian frog

Twisted stick from Big Thicket

Bronze Tathageta incense burner

Rag doll of myself with buttons,

beads and safety pins


And what to do

with the charred

remains (shards)?


Make new stuff?
Save one stuff

to immortalize

many stuffs?


photograph (c) Terri Carrion

National Geographic Magazine

articles about orchid collecting in Brazil

Bromeliad stamps from Ecuador

Black crystal horse

Blue ginger jar

Papier-mâché mask made by my son  

in elementary school


I'm doing okay

but there are nightmares

and it's difficult to be philosophical

in my sleep


Promises of a Phoenix rising,

I wake up in a twitch,

jolt to shake off the ash,

lay back down for Part 2


Resinous smoke sludge

on  photo of my brother,  me

with Connie Francis, Neil Sedaka

at Miami Beach Auditorium

Scorched Tefillin from Lubavitcher Days

in Golder’s Green

Grandma’s green water glasses

Guild mahogany red-top guitar

from Nashville


“Melancholy Baby”

plays somewhere out of the ground

or through the cypress

surrounding the boarded up house


Hart Crane’s The Bridge,

first edition from Black Sun Press

Devour The Fire about Harry Crosby

Ezra Pound’s Personae, 1909

Facsimile of T.S. Eliot’s Wasteland


House of fire!

House of ash!

House of vulnerable ruins

and relentless attachment!


8:30 pm

I leave the motel in my pajamas

go back to the house to make sure

the front door is locked




The remoteness of the house. . . a tough fire to battle. . . It couldn't have been worse. . .


Dear Joanne,


Here we are in Pacifica house provided by insurance company to ride out storm

of claims and negotiations until the house is rebuilt, if it is rebuilt. Getting

photograph (c)  Cyberpoems.com, Inc.
Photograph (c) Earle Tockman

oriented, phone, gas, electric, cable, groceries, pillows and sheets. Terri and I,

Nancy and Cosmos, two German Shepherd puppies, smoke and ash stained clothes. Few things salvaged, only just beginning to peck through the charred mess. Taking the night off, waiting for Nancy and Cosmos to come home to surprise table of Italian delicacies purchased and designed by Terri and me. Flower arrangement of fresh flowers from fresh planted shrubs in the yard. Rhododendron, red berried stems, and a palm leaf streams across the table. Mozzarella, calamari, wrinkled olives, three types of home baked bread, breadsticks, apples,  oranges, grapes, roast beef, prosciutto, smoked turkey, peppers and sausage. Got a real strange salami, Terri hung it over the doorway to Cosmos' room, a mistletoe of the testosterone kind. And thought I'd send a greeting to you because it has been forever. Greetings! Peace and love, health and fame and fortune without misery to you and Donald. All our love and more for the coming year, Michael, Terri, Cosmos and Nancy




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photograph (c) Terri Carrion

 The flames were largely confined to one of the bedrooms. . .However, thick, black, intensely hot smoke poured through the enclosed house, charring everything in its path and leaving grimy black residue on the walls, surfaces and windows. Whole shelves full of books were burned black on the outside, their pages crumbling with a touch.
    

The couple's son, Cosmos, 13, and two high school-age buddies had just come home from school and discovered the fire. . .




            Dear Joanne,


Moved some only slightly smoked books from the house into a work area in the

greenhouses to keep them dry. The roof leaked and the books got soaked. I am sure there will be a plague of locusts any minute! Thanks for your note and faith. Believe me I feel pretty petty most of the time so it is good to hear about my resourcefulness and style. I guess you can be petty and resourceful at the same time? It looks like rain again tonight. The salvage company has pulled a house-sized tarp over the storage room and filled it up with generators, fans, and dehumidifiers so I can try to clean up things worth cleaning. I keep trying to save stuff, but like a dung beetle. Nancy is finally going to make a lunge into the house tomorrow to pull out whatever remains of her stuff. She has kept her distance
since the fire, fixing up the new house and taking care of business. Terri helps me with my salvage trips, we spend a lot of time at the kitchen sink cleaning what can still be used, answering machine, scissors, surge protectors, brass incense burner, Colombian blanket, tapestry from Mitla, bit by bit, there are things. Cosmos seems to have leapt intensely into male hood, it's time for a bar mitzvah! I just tell him stay out of trouble and don't compete against me, I can't take the pressure. Well, that's all for now and love, Michael xx




"We pretty much lost everything," said Nancy Davis.



Stuff becomes us

We become stuff


When we lose stuff we lose

photograph (c) Terri Carrion

pieces of ourselves,


(at least those pieces we think we know)

But how could I be a lamp? Or a book?

And why not?




The walls of the spacious living room were literally "a canvas" for their collective artwork . . . Cosmos lost his treasured bass guitar, video games and a prized collection of Buddhas, crosses and other religious artifacts from his travels, including a memento from a trip to Ireland's St. Patrick's Cathedral.




I bite my tongue eating noodles

If I talk it bleeds


What am I talking about?


Bloody language!


I need to relax


       Pudding and frozen yogurt


                   

       Huge mud slide in Ventura County, 1 dead

                   Big wave in Asia, December 26, 156,000 dead

                   We’re still alive


Space collapses

one thing on top of the other


    On top of

                                                    the other. . .




"I lost early drafts, manuscripts, whole collections of books," said Rothenberg. . . I find myself stopping strangers on the street and telling them my house burned down.”




“Some dance to remember/Some dance to forget”

“Hotel California”



SALVAGE

(maybe Salvation)—


“Oh, Mama!”



Miami Beach antique store 1960’s:

Chinese brass incense burner, 19th Century


Noe Street Art Gallery in 1975:

Two witches and a comet, original signed sculpture


From Donna Kuhn:

Handmade doll of Philip Whalen


Philip’s soapstone Ganesh


“It was 35 dollars, a fortune at the time,

but I had to have it!”



Counting up ashes

Affixing value to phantom form


Philip Whalen’s religious library


What are the alchemical properties of fire?


 

All the living creatures are safe, thank God. But losing a home is like a sudden and unexpected death. . .”




Aquarius

 

You are probably attracted to very original kinds of people, dear Aquarius.

But, you should ask yourself: Do you allow yourself be as original

as the people you admire so much?  If not, today you might find

the strength you need to arrange things in your relationships,

so that you can begin to develop this kind of freedom inside of you.



I burn! I burn!


Universal Mother of Fire!


It’s not her I’m attached to but what she means



GARBAGE TRUCKS



“Standing Bear” 36 X 48  Acrylic on Linen by Nancy Victoria Davis


1 Gucci Sport Coat

photograph (c) Cyberpoems.com, Inc.

Taiko Drum

19th Century Four Seasons Chinese Urn

3 Turkish Samovars
Egg-style Music Chair

Bronze African Fertility Statue


Teddy Bears from Teddy Bear Factory


18 Eye Shadow Compacts:Chanel

10 Powder Compacts: Chanel

5 Foundation Makeup: Chanel and Sisley

11 Assorted Eyeliners

8 Lipstick: Chanel


1 Kama Sutra Honeydust 8 oz


1 Large Box Band-Aids

4 New Toothbrushes

1 Large Box Cotton Balls

1 Tube Colgate Simply White Tooth Gel

1 Pair Bathroom Slippers


1 Hot Water Bottle

1 Pill Dispenser


Retin A Micro .04%

Tri. Lama Cream Gel

Tretenoin .025%

Butalbital Compound



Sunday morning

I sweep the front steps

for The Insurance Adjuster



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      NEWS



We grow accustomed to our space

Fabricate a patchwork world



     Ages in chaos

     Redwood rings


I walk on a broken arch



          Antichrist in White House

photograph (c) Terri Carrion

          Blue poets in red states



Brass monkeys see no evil, hear

no evil, speak...


 “Make War Not Peace”



Secrets of a generation



1 Magnalite Roasting Pot with Lid

5 Corningware Casserole Dishes

3-Speed Mixer

Minolta Compact 8 x 20 Binoculars

1 Smith & Wesson 8 x 21 Binoculars



Get a realtor

Find a realm of consciousness


    Karma


Buy into an investment

Resell it in a couple of years


    Karma


Move into a Senior’s Residence

Play Bingo


BINGO!



Nightmare


I trudge up and down the stairs with heavy boxes of books, up and down and back to the top of the stairs for another box, but there’s nothing there. I ask the landlord, “What happened to the books?” He says, “Anything left on the stairs is taken to the dump.” I go to the dump on the apartment roof and find hundreds of boxes.  “Books,” I think. Books.

But there are no books, just garbage.

 


Inauguration Day


Gorgeous drama queen on my balcony


doesn’t know what to eat,


where to go, what to do


Summery winter day parrot screech


I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t know!


“Freedom” occurs 27 times in a 20 minute speech


“Parrots should not be kept in cages”


Freedom burns!


“Liberty” occurs 15 times in a 20 minute speech


She ruffles her smoky feathers






Miami, FL-Pacifica, CA

Sept. 28, 2004-May 1, 2005

 

 

© Michael Rothenberg

 

 

 

Featuring Photographs by Terri Carrion

 

as well as photographs and images by:

 

Earle Tockman

 

Cyberpoems

 

and from the Public Domain

 

HOUSE ON FIRE BY MICHAEL ROTHENBERG

 

Special Electronic Broadside Edition

 

Martin Luther King Day, January 15, 2007

 

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