”Exogens of All That Is”
....as i am sitting here thinking of all my genetic dna’s in this game of global pursuit, as i am being rounded and roughly gouged by the hewing hand of this one greater then i, that one who holds the well oiled broadaxe….., greater then i….?!?....and so i look to the hand from which i was hewn as this one is the giver of all life in this my moment of now….
—-if i was to say to you my dearest remembered hardwood,
or where goes the son of evergreen softwood,
could you and would you know my name after universal genes,
or should i go out and be put out by your exogens….
—-exogens you are and exogens you shall be,
till in my working of you-i called you tree,
and just as the beauty you are to the showing of your grain,
i passed my hand over you with a woodworking plane….
....and those were the days of your yearly increments,
till by my following of your daily wants of micronutrients,
i structured your organic materials of productivity,
till you became my golden wooden art of tree activity….
....and….
You all have a very good day!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
RusticWoodArt
rusticwoodman@gmail.com
www.frank.wordpress.com
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/
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MsDebbieP
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#1 posted 01-15-2007 02:34 PM
certainly puts things in perspective and reminds us of the journeys coinciding, meshing, becoming one.
I can’t wait til I make it down to my new workbench today. I’m going to do a lot of talking to the wood art-in-waiting
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Don
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#2 posted 01-15-2007 11:40 PM
Sorry, folks, I think I missed my tram stop.
-- CanuckDon "I just love small wooden boxes!" http://www.dpb-photos.com/
frank
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#3 posted 01-16-2007 03:33 PM
—-didn’t anyone tell you Don, there is no tram stop!!!
GODSPEED,
Frank
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/
Don
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#4 posted 01-18-2007 01:29 AM
Don’t tell me that! I will end up like poor Charlie.
”Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charlie
On a tragic and fateful day
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family
Went to ride on the MTA
Well did he ever return, no he never returned
And his fate is still unlearned (what a pity)
He may ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston
He’s the man who never returned”
MTA
The Kingston Trio (1959)
Words and Music by Bess Hawes and Jacqueline Steiner
That lower picture looks every bit like a sea-monster has burst twisting through the trunk ready to swallow some poor unsuspecting wood-nymph.
-- CanuckDon "I just love small wooden boxes!" http://www.dpb-photos.com/
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