#washingtondc Wandering D.C. is either a visit to a dystopian state or a curse, there can be no other explanation. Listen to CURSE. Conclusion: Children understand the absurdity of the times we find ourselves. Like a Clockwork A temper tantrum at the White House a stranger filming as I haphazardly ask that you grow up act your age I’m the one struggling Wanting to keep you from showing emotion That isn’t fair. You care and were just letting me know how bad this blows the expectation isn’t matching the reality A Covid-19 scare Concertina wire everywhere What child would wanna be here? I don’t wanna be here And yet here we are Wearing a damn mask after a 12-hour road trip looking for parking and waiting in line to piss We are here. We just need to fake a smile walk another mile while you complain about needing a scooter, a bicycle or spaghetti Anything to keep from noticing your Dad isn’t with us this time we’re done faking it Poem by Maggs Vibo, 2020 Twas the 'Curse of the Ninth' ...obviously."
#yokai
A virus with many variants feels like being trapped inside a Jorogumo web. Conclusion: This isolation-inspired poem from last year is based off an museum artifact.
YŌKAI
Lone night heron in war-like labor. Losing balance during the task. Carrying the weight of what the virus asks. Finding prosperity for the family. Going to work and risking it all, or going hungry...but don't fall and don't fail, no matter how frail. Telework and fight like hell. Kick and scream, but live the dream in your wartime scene. Carry the babies on your back if you must, just Trust in God. It's painted on the money, but isn't funny we rarely touch the stuff right now. We can't even use it to Wipe right now because some tricksters really made a mockery of our economy and our sanity in this Calamity we call 2020. Hunt with agility, flip it on its side and ride the river on two weasels and find the light like Bennu Collect secrets, wear masks hold weapons (if they ask) because we all must multitask to blast this virus back to space without a trace with our swords in hand. "Leave with haste, Ancient Onibi! Go away from what we hold dear Go! Go! Back from whenst you came! Poem by Maggs Vibo, 2020
What is some of the lore of the YŌKAI? Watch this Monstrum video and learn a few versions of the folklore. There are more than Jorogumo YŌKAI.
#poems
Equations Conclusion: Figure it out.
The Dionysian, Crown, and Drake Equation
Just as an octopus writhes over oil his fingers suck the string the King of Knossos treasured this vessel holding in high esteem Theseus and a minotaur this vase represents the Art of Allure hunting and mimicry just as a Queen We cannibalize and, thereafter slowly die For the sake of the Unborn we do not mourn for Dionysus or those we lost in catacombs lamenting instead for those we love offering you in copper blood to the look of papillae lost in a maze, a skull, or a vase are 3 hearts better than 1? Poem by Maggs Vibo, 2020 #elevators As more and more of us receive vaccinations, coughing companions become less a worry for contracting Covid-19. Last year, however, elevators were a source of apprehension (as were many confined spaces) because mask wearing wasn't mandated. Conclusion: Watch JINN narrative. Carpet Ride Ride the elevator to essentially anywhere Just stay on the X it marks your spot hold your breath count 1, 2, 3 Ding! that's me my chance to get off this box the doors part like the parting of the seas we vacate escape, but try not to touch places Clorox escaped use your elbow to let me know we pretend to shake hands from A faraway land smile with your eyes to tell me we are saying "Goodbye." beneath our warrior shields no big deal...until somebody coughs need to get off! click my heels make a wish ask a Genie in a sanitizer bottle hit the throttle! I want off this Carpet Ride Poem by Maggs Vibo, 2020 Jinn narratives are incredibly rich and meaningful. A shapeshifter, with thousands of years' worth of history." A version of Plato's Allegory of the Cave." TARBH UISGE Dehorned by a Fearless Girl Holding a power Pose Hands on Hips Save more than ships And redistribute it Back to the Ghosts of the machine Back to the Fists of We the People Back to the fold All WILL behold The Will Of an illness Which strips us Naked Of all but conscience Lying bare With the Fleece of countless sheep In Beds of ignorance No more. We count them in our minds One or a Million? Numbers climb As we clamber D O W N Dominos fall The more They charge The more Will fall As we clamor For we...need air...and will to breathe! We | Can't | Just | Leave | All | That | We | Know This is our home Until we're dumped Into the sea O' Captain! My Captain! Ghosts of the past Voices of Reason We the People We stand tall Until the terracotta crumbles Will we see or will we fail? #artblog
My continuing art blog. This is a mention of a new feature for Susie Campbell with Climate Fringe. CONCLUSION: Follow me @maggsvibo.com learn about my art experiments. And dissent with art if you want to see changes in climate laws.
#AprilFools
Read about Tricksters in Folklore by watching a YouTube. Conclusion: Read about Tricksters in Folklore.
The Killer Queen Dare
You stand at a passage / A way through Cosmic crossroads / A purgatory / Judged and Frozen through time / You crawl or descend Suspend into space / Trapped in talons Archers eating moon maize Quetzalcóatl reborn / Bravery! All Behold! You shake a staff / But then they seize the rain Coughing pain of so many / Bones and skulls It's an omen / As if Homer stood blocking your way The water puzzle / Can't bind it / Find a worm In your blindness / Sleight of hand / A conch / Then, you depart / In blood and worms, we will Weather / Trickster–you are my treasure! / In death We soar / Or bind / Inside a kiln A feathered bird / A Weathered Snake / Together, we Seize the day / Bound to virus Renaissance of Art Poem by Maggs Vibo, 2020 There is a tale about Davy Crockett and a coon. If you know anything about my family from Ireland, then you know what April 1st means when there is an entire tree of Tricksters." |
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Welcome to my literature, music, and visual poetry project. My blog represents a method for deciphering the fragments left behind in the Anthropocene. Writers use ashes as a metaphorical device in storytelling. Have you ever wondered about the symbolism of ashes? Archaeological fragments of tablet, papyrus, bone, scroll, and pottery are recognizable the world over. In our digital era, however, our lost folkloric works disintegrate into dust. In this sense, I consume the silver flakes and use my he{art] as a vessel to rise from dystopic wastelands. I share lore through the oral tradition. Ashes to Ashes we continue on ∞ to infinity ∞ We are ash. We are stories. We are star dust. We are eternal.
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