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Rememberance

Today in the mail came a copy of the Vermont Life Summer news-stand edition with the 'Danger Man' cover of the very handsome, even if looking like he could use some sleep, Michael Hastings. What a guy complete with his Some might think I'm a tool but I actually pull it off jacket with a 'stock-price' arrow on it. The arrow comes up, then down, then up. It points to the upper right, his upper left. He looks wonderful in it even though you can tell that he's been running his engine a little long and he needs to head back to dock and refuel, maybe rest. Let the boat drift in broad lake, the engines shut off. Face the sky leaning back, rocking in the cradle of the boat, the waves acting like Mother Lake, (Quana-guneerra-querrantu), rocking you, Are-ya-nacki?

This copy of this wonderful magazine needs to be enshrined in full view somewhere. I imagine a Journalist's Memorial at the Sand Bar (if you need to ask . . . then don't because if you don't know someone who will tell you where it is, then I don't want to either.) In any case I picture a Journalist's Memorial at the Sand Bar, and I would not mind at all if it were a place like Henry's grave, or Jack & Stella's grave, or Mr. Poe's grave.

I have not ventured up to Milton to see if there is a marker or memorial for MH. I am not sure if there is one. Like all people who die young after making a great big wake on the Lake of life, he will inspire many to seek a place to honor and reflect upon him. They did for Kurt Cobain. The public must have it's memorial. I am sure that MH's family understands this. They seem to be very civic minded and forward thinking. His parents are both physicians. It is no wonder that MH was a super achiever. Perhaps in a different generation he would have been a Jesuit.

Speaking of Memorials: as far as I know there is no "New England AIDS Memorial". The one in Golden Gate Park is spectacular, very solemn even on a reverous day. I went there last during the Bay to Breakers race/parade (and day of May-pole meeting up. It seems to be a way for people to connect and celebrate life, not just a bacchanalian). Even during all of hooting and hollering; furious dancing; outrageous awesome young men being friendly, forward, and life affirming), you walked down into the AIDS memorial and the solemnity hovered around like the angels that must guard the place.

Just remembering the dead is all that is needed. Memorials are sacred places. They ought to be beyond politics; outside of the cycle of spinning and 'messaging'; sacred; and guarded by our prayers like a place of Bardo.

Full moon over the Lamoille Delta, at the Rt 2 Causeway. I vote a spot near here for a Journalist's Memorial.

Oct 3, 2013

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 Some say
     on a full moon
  if you go there
     it'll be Danger Man
 himself
       pulling up in an old Dodge
    got the full package, engine 
            of a rocket-sled
 leaves some cuff for you by slapping it
          in your hand.
   Light up, right there, 
       in the middle of the night
     in the middle of the lake
   right beside the cross country highway
    where the angels fly
     440 million years ago the Trilobyte
     had their yummery right here
  at the head of the delta where the seagull fly
       and it's named for them
    misspelled in French
     By Samuel D
 who maybe was a little loose with the rifles
      started a hundred years war
   cities and empires
       for gotten
  Norumbegga: you are but a myth till they find you
      I picture another writer
      He is hot on the trail of the truth
   he kicked it, you would have too.

     On a full moon everything is eternity
  with the shimmer of the delta like a time machine 
       Mount Mansfield across the scene the
           moon way up over the sky
        If he gets there with his pedal to the metal
    He might make the ferry dock
        before the last one leaves.

    Just get a ticket for yourself, round trip.
      You don't need to take your car.
  When you get across
      look for fossils on the beach.
   The stone is grey, it lines the shore,
        the evidence
      of the ancient ocean
    that collapsed
        to form
     the Champlain Valley.

 When you are done
     take a ferry back
     and if you wait too late
  the last ferry leaves
     off into the fog . . .
   you hear the fog horn . . .
 You'll have to spend the night
   they'll be another ferry back
  first thing in the morning.

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