Episode

It’s the word that opens the door,

fires the synapse picture throughout my body.

I ask if you want to watch another episode.

Another episode. We’re forty-five together,

we have a child, a European Sleepworks bed.

We’ve been to Bangkok and Amsterdam

and Sandy Eggo. Where haven’t we been?

Sleep is our only pause between episodes,

and even the roustings and night make

some kind of plot. My whole body

is with your whole body; and in a second

I’m overcome with the lucky circumstance,

melted into a sort of love-flavored Jell-o.

But with all natural flavors. And then

we watch another episode and go to sleep.

Going our own way together

Going our own way together


I’M
drum solo
unburied from the ashes of a pit fire,
hand painted instruments in hand,
headed north to join
IMUNURI
poets,
in the cascades of their lives,
(UN)der
Mt. Hood
to blow cornets  in Portland
neighborhoods
to pitch our words
into Northern Light
mutations of our poetry
incense burning tonight.
U-R-I

Interdependence Day: I am You and You are I (A Folk Song Madrigal)

{Yes, just imagine a dozen voices on the chorus, yes you can learn it, just hum along 'til you catch the flowless flow... - [bracketed words are add-on flexible] and [[double brackets indicate variants]]  }

Chorus:
Drenched in sharing
all the words and poetry [flowing on]
Drenched in sharing
I am you and you are I [without end].
Quenched in caring
What is yours and what is me?  [[or: What is yours and what is mine?]]
Quenched in caring
I am you and you are I.


Verses (order goes, first each with chorus between, then all together in a row with several choruses in a row afterward)




Interdependence Day: I am You and You are I (Song)

Swimming the lake in the boat without end
Along the shores of the waterless flow
Flowing on...

{Chorus}

Flowing in the lake waters without end
Along the bank of the stoneless flow
Flowing on...

{Chorus}

Floating in the lake on a back without bend
Along the bankless waters that flow
Flowing on...


{Chorus}

Swimming the lake in the boat without end
Along the shores of the waterless flow
Flowing on...
Flowing in the lake waters without end
Along the bank of the stoneless flow
Flowing on...
Floating in the lake on a back without bend
Along the bankless waters that flow
Flowing on...


Chorus: Drenched in sharing
all the words and poetry [flowing on]
Drenched in sharing 
I am you and you are I [without end / flowing on].
Quenched in caring
What is yours and what is me?  [[or: What is yours and what is mine?]]
Quenched in caring
I am you and you are I.  [flowing on...]

(Repeat Chorus x 2  or free form repeat amongst Imunuri's)

Sound trial link here [not all variants or riffs in there yet, would be better with a dozen folks, maybe we'll tape a version live in Portland if folks are game : ) ]

Possible artwork (riff and transparency on some open source artwork above) - I am You and You are I - Presence Venn Diagram

Special Prompt: I Am You And You Are I ( I M U N U R I )

Poets of Imunuri:

Hand-painted trumpets and cornets by Juleez

Reach for the trumpets,

Photo by Yungshu Chao

Start burning the incense,


  

Art by Harvey the Pooka

Get out your best quill pen...

Here's a special prompt in preparation for our upcoming chapbook and Portland Oregon road tour!

Take our blog's namesake as your prompt:
"I am You And You Are I."

Birth something beautiful, bold, memorable, creative, fabulous, quirky, and/or eccentric...

Consider: 
How are we part of each other?
Are we soul-twined in the tapestry of life?
Is poetry a form of group be-ing?
Does the spark of our group call and response, conjuring, and collaboration make us part of creation? Make us Creation? Make us part of each other?
How are you and I breathing each other?
Is poem-making mutualistic like tree exhalation being human inbreath outbreathing breath for tree? Are we entirely co-existing, overlayerings of hue and tone?
Does poetry increase our inner and outer being, expand our edges, unfurl us?
Am I already speaking your words while writing this, because I am you and you are I?

Labels: poem, imunuri, [poet's moniker]




PS notice how the cross section profile of a trumpet looks like faces in relief? Is that an example of how I am You and You are I?

Bonus PS: Please put forward poems(s) of yours to be included in the chapbook. Choose the ones that move you most. If you have favorites by other poets, let them know. Submissions by Friday, July 6, please and thank you thank you thank you





Image credits: 
1. Juleez Hand Painted Trumpets and Cornets, www.juleez.com. In context: http://www.juleez.com/shop/hand-painted-musical-instruments-juleez/original-hand-painted-trumpets-juleez.html  Actual image location: http://www.juleez.com/magento/media/catalog/category/TRUMPETS.jpg
2. Smoking Incense Burner in Nepal. Yungshu Chao/iStockphoto. In context on Science Daily: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/05/080520110415.htm
3. Harvey the Pooka (2012). The Quill Pen. http://harveythepooka.deviantart.com/art/The-Quill-Pen-46543436
4. Baroque (left) and modern trumpet mouthpieces, from Essential Vermeer. In context:http://www.essentialvermeer.com/music/trumpet.html. Actual image location: http://www.essentialvermeer.com/music/musicimages/mouthpieces.jpg

5. A Chorus of Trumpets Sculpture (2011)- by Artist Howard Kalish, installed at Indiana State Rankin Plaza. In context: http://www.indstate.edu/news/news.php?newsid=2915 Image location: http://isuphoto.smugmug.com/Other/Media-Services/Trumpets/i-M3X8g2H/0/L/102511trumpets-9351-L.jpg