POEMS
FOR MENTOR
Mentor
Huebner, became the focus of nearly all the poems written by his
fourth wife Louise Huebner, who upon meeting the artist, became
obsessed with him at once, having as she says, "fallen madly
in love".
UNTIL
DEATH DO US PART
BY
MARCH 9, 2001
The
Pharaohs wife oiled, perfumed, wrapped in silk,
placated with gold and gems,
lungs heavy with incense, drugged with narcotics,
went wild with grief as the tomb was sealed,
and she entered eternity unwillingly
fulfilling her part in a contract that permitted no release.
Her vows unlike mine held no escape clause,
Until death do us part
Aux. contrario!
Ancient
Egyptians didn't buy into this death thing.
Only changes.
And so she had no right to scream.
I
however enter my grave of grief most willingly.
No
jewels adorn my uncombed, unwashed, tangled hair.
Robe and caftan worn day and night one week
need to join me in a spin around the Kenmore
with a cup of Tide, maybe twice, on heavy cycle,
hot wash, 30 minute soak and double rinse.
It
will take more than copper pots of flaming spices
to erase the stench of this loss.
If
I now look like a mad woman
out of some forgotten opera,
and you are still as they say among the living,
what will I become when you are gone?
When
I was a kid you said, "My God, you’re so
intense",
and wondered if I ever took anything ~ "Easy".
Well,
no I don’t.
You
said I was very "different".
And smiled, "You‘re so emotional".
Well,
yes I am.
I
know I am at least very different
from that ancient Egyptian lady
as different as she is from me.
But
there is a thing she and I seem to have in common ~
we ignore everything we’ve been taught,
and so are often inappropriate.
Our
actions don’t support our learned theories.
Our behavior contradicts the teachings
of our society's popular and encouraged beliefs.
After
all she didn’t believe in death. And I do!
Yet
she spent the rest of her life screaming
to get out of her husband’s grave,
and it looks as though I’ll spend the rest of mine
screaming to get in.
~
Footnote:
This poem was written ten days before Mentor's death.
It's the last poem written by Louise during Mentor's lifetime.
It's taken from her book of memoirs.
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SUMMER OF TIGERS ~ UN VERANO DE TIGRES (c) 2003
©Louise
Huebner until 2203
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THE
ABSOLUTE
BY
April 2001
Your
young self floods over me filling me with all that was
and always at the start
so the loss of you is from that first spark
proof
of
the
"Absolute"
The
always
is
and
the
always
was
and
the
always
will
be
All
at once!
In
a
Magical
Cosmic
Moment
we
meet
we
live
we
Love,
we
die
You first!
Then I with manic compulsive obsession in Earth's Hell
repeat the loss of you
over and over
over and over
again and again
I see your face smiling as you always ask
"Do you like Art?"
And I no one's fool always answer
"Yes!"
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SUMMER OF TIGERS ~ UN VERANO DE TIGRES (C) 2003
MYSTICAL
SPARKS
BY
1992
“We
are whirling through space mystical sparks surrounded by loneliness
and cold darkness”
Massed into a collection of microscopic units of organisms, cytoplasm
and nuclei
all enclosed within a membrane of Self
this grand assemblage even its very Self ~ divided.
Each particle is served by its own small transmitter yet needs
agreement to exist.
Without bonding, without hanging together, this mystical unity,
this mysterious composition of parts, this Entity
would scatter into Cosmic Dust
and cease to be.
At the Source ~ during the time of the long silent moment of Pre-Being
Everything had been separate!
One Unit, no different from the next, in unrecognizable isolation,
.
remained apart until the Exalted Designer spoke,
and gave purpose to the scattered spiritual confetti.
And by so doing ~ charged each atomic particle with Divine Magnetism,
creating irresistible attractions, desires and longings,
One toward the other.
Eternally!
But if instead, we had been given grand galactic destinies and
found comfort in Star Lives
Our planets orbiting in peace
keeping appropriate distances
and avoiding chaos ~
still
I would need you to be complete!
I
don’t exist without you.
I’m nothing.
I need you to become myself.
Please don't ever leave.
It's Cosmic Law!
A SUMMER OF TIGERS ~ UN VERANO DE TIGRES © 2003
APSOLUTNOM
A Croatian Translation
BY
2001
Tvoja
mladost me preplavljuje ispunjavajuci me
sa svime sto je bilo
I Uvijek jest
na
tom
pocetku
a
gubitak tebe
je
od te prve iskre
dokaz
o
tom
“Apsolutnom”
to
uvijek
je bilo
to
uvijek
jest
to
uvijek
ce
biti.
Sve odjednom u tom
Carobnom Svemirskom Trenutku
mi smo se sreli
mi smo zivjeli
mi smo voljeli
i
umrli
ti
prvi
a ja prnudena ludachom opsjednutoscu
u paklu ove Zemlje
ponovo te gubim
opet I opet i opet I opet ~ iznova.
Vidim tvoje nasmijeseno lice
Kao i uvijek kada si me pitao
“Volis li umjetnost?”
a ja nicija budala
Uvijek
Uvijek
Uvijek
odgiovaram
“Da!”
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SUMMER OF TIGERS ~ UN VERANO DE TIGRES © 2003
I
LOVE YOU
BY
2003
Amo Te
Eu Te Amo
Ich Lieve Dich
Imam Te Rad
Io Te Amo
Imam Merak Na Te
Ja Lyublyu Tebya
Je T’Aime
Sakam Te
Te Amo
Volim Te
Wa Ai Nee
Yo Ti Chirero
A SUMMER OF TIGERS ~ UN VERANO DE TIGRES © 2003
LIGHT
THE FLAME
Six Languages
BY
1968
Prender La Flama,
Brilla El Fuego,
Rojo Es Color De Deseo”
(Spanish)
Light The Flame,
Bright The Fire,
Red Is The Color Of Desire!”
(English)
Acenda A Chama,
Brilhante O Fogo,
Vemelho E’ A Cor de Desejo”
(Portuguese)
Allumer La Flamme,
Brillant Le Feu,
Rouge Est La Couleur de Desir”
(French)
Accendere La Fiamma,
Luminoso,
Il Fuoco,
Rosso E’’ Il Colore Di Desiderio”
(Italian)
Zuden Sie Die Flamme,
An Bight Das Feuer,
Rot Ist Die Farbe Des Wuncshes”
(German)
This
Poem was used as a Chant at the Hollywood Bowl, in a SpellCast,
sponsored by the Los Angeles County Parks and Recreation and the
Hollywood Bowl Association, and meant to increase Sexual Vitality
for the 78 Cities which made up the County at that time, and 11,000
participated.
A SUMMER OF TIMGERS ~ UN VERANO DE
TIGRES © 2003
CAUGHT
BETWEEN TIME AND SPACE
BY
1965
Almost unnoticed
Like
a muffled sound from before
Or
a sudden flash
A
sight from way over there
Somewhere
With
a light brush against my skin
It
will begin.
Then
a deep warmth captures my every part
And
as pulses quicken
A
wild wind circles my heart
There’s
a rush
A
swoop up from a secret place
And
my body
Caught
between time and space
Delights
In
a Ghost's embrace.
NEVER
STRIKE A HAPPY MEDIUM (c) 1969
I
COULD LOVE A GHOST
BY
1975
I think I could love a ghost!
And
why not?
He’s got what it takes!
Here’s a Spirit, a guy who seems to be doing OK, better
than most.
He’s strong!
Powerful enough to keep returning despite the odds.
Taunting the Gods!
This spirited essence of dynamic energy
who outwitted the Cosmos and overcame the sad inroads of dirt
and damp and cold
~ is pretty damned bold!
He’s walked through here many times before
swashbuckling through our corridors
fading into the walls and out again
hurrying as he heads toward the avocado tree
and in a minute, who knows how, he’s in the back yard down
in the patio
under the Pepper tree.
He’s a bit aloof ~ with never a glance toward me.
He’s attractive.
He’s serious.
Never any fooling around.
This guy means business.
It takes a lot of guts to keep darting in and out of nowhere
and for no reason
other than to merely check out the action,
in a strange environment,
unexpected,
uninvited,
and in the fifth dimension.
I smile, alluringly, “Hi”.
He frowns, but he never answers!
He’s very appealing.
Obviously he’s stuck in a time slot when he was in his prime.
The
guys built.
Ghost or not, I think I could love him.
I know I could.
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SUMMER OF TIGERS ~ UN VERANO DE TIGRES © 2003
FULL
BEAM
BY
1953
If you be Jupiter
Oh pray let me be Mars
Let me be Heaven
To display your brilliant Stars
Let me be Sleep
So you could be my Dream
And I would even be the Darkness
To give your Moon Full Beam
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