
Professor Freund at Union always spoke of Chagall’s paintings as DIMENSION ON DIMENSION. These days, I wonder more about DEMENTIA ON DEMENTIA. Still, I never thought I’d manage to merge with a Chagall painting myself. But then, that’s why I keep shooting.
YOU NEVER KNOW.
The Ides in View
March, though barely
Roaring yet,
Growls amid the cold
As headlights shielded
From the wind,
Point their frozen beams.
Where has joy
Retreated to
Beyond this networked sham,
These digitized
Encomiums
To what we've known, first-hand.
I note the lanky,
Loping girl,
Her trailing, open coat;
The hint of faux
Impertinence;
Her glancing, wary look.
She's in the wind as
Much as me, she's
Breached this veering poem.
March, though barely,
Roaring yet,
Growls amid the cold.
JAD, 2022

Every poem begins as a promise.

Verging
Spring, in its rain-or-
Shine fashion,
Has tangoed glum winter
Offstage
While here in Manhattan,
That first brighter day
Surpassed for the wintered,
Rebirth.
But spring in Ukraine,
By Putin's decree --
To Kiev and Kharkiv --
Has ushered in death.
JAD, 2022


March IV
Foggy now with
Sudden squalls --
Or is it shifting mist? --
Manhattan seems a
Ship at sea,
A North Atlantic tub.
Streaky March, its
Calculus,
Its mix of warmth and wind
Has galvanized the
Optimists
While giving doubters pause.
The streets are ripe
With appetite;
The microbes lie in wait.
Another surge could
Savage us
Or threaten just the stressed.
Holy March,
Unholy March --
Past winter's slow decay,
Past cyberwar and
Genocide,
Past hypersonic death --
Spring us towards some
Renaissance,
Some warmer, safer
Place.
JAD, 2022


Too Early
Pale March light on
Limbless trunks,
Bare of leaves
And life.
JAD, 2022

Through consciousness of art, the art of consciousness

The Lord’s Dare
Our fathered, who not begotten,
Hollowed be thy claims;
Thy kill-shot come,
Thy don’ts be done
On earth as it is on field turf.
Give us this dearth – our daily debt –
And forbear us our bogus equities
As we forbear those who equitize falsely;
And lead us not into be-woke-ness
But delink us from Elon or worse;
For thine is the digit,
The android, the apple
Now and for cyber,
Amen.
JAD, 2022


Once Upon a Time
Times, racing,
Steering his fate,
Roaring down corridors
Threats;
Wringing the whimsy
From Donegal tweed
And winging it,
Herringboned, home --
He peddled a message
So chokingly dense
He mistook his
Compulsions for mind.
Likely to listen,
To reckon, to parse,
He gathered about him
A team,
Investing their efforts
With solemn respect,
The better to market
His grace.
Yet, the more they agreed with
His mission,
The more he regretted
His truth.
JAD, 2022




