Paulines and Paulisms

Abecedarian on Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass Almost biblical this character destined for expansion and freedom and grandiosity but not exile and death of self and cultural versus contemplative Christianity. America is a beautiful country of deforestation and devastation and exploitation and founded because of greed and hegemony. Blood beneath the boot soles. Celebration of the bicentennial birthday of the white-bearded wizard with his songs of this rugged American life. Democracy now has been compromised believe it or not by agents bringing about change from deep down for better or worse. Earth is one poem of the universe. by Paul Hsu 7-3-18

Photograph by Paul Hsu The Hsu Review In Disney Pixar's Coco , the stray dog Dante is a boy's best friend amidst the tension and struggle between music-- tocar la guitarra --and family expectations. What is the name of your skeletal-spiritual guide, who walks with you through the flames, attuned to the bittersweet love songs of innocence and experience? by Paul Hsu 4-1-18

Second Childhood What is it? an allusion an elusive spark of habit a poem unforeseen by a weird sister a secret quiet place called nowhere a stirring image in a stranger's brew by Paul Hsu 3-14-18

Here Here is the abecedarian. Here is the beauty for/in ashes. Here is the blue hour of reading. Here is the dress of the poetess. Here is the ghost of the holy. Here is the heart of/on being. Here is the litany of love letters. Here is the lost and found of meaning. Here is the reading room of speaking. Here is the refugee of God. Here is the sorrow of yesterday the sorrow of today and tomorrow. Here is the soul train upon return journey. Here is the witness of becoming hidden human language light and refuge. by Paul Hsu 3-3-18

Strange I think of you Make new artwork Poems with heartbeat Recover the body In the present moment Negatives become Thank you you're welcome by Paul Hsu 1-28-18 Revised 2-1-18

Blue Blue are the books of true self examination. Blue are the early morning shadows in the house as we wake up and get dressed. Blue are the fairy tale thoughts passing and moving through us. Blue are the flaming tongues of the poets. Blue are the herons in riparian water. Blue are the jeans we no longer wear. Blue is the color of the prayer closet. Blue is the guitar I am playing past the hands of midnight. Blue is the love language of the people at work on making a beautiful living. Blue is the milk of the desert fathers and mothers. Blue is the room of the artist filled with starry nights. Blue is the true love of browsing and buying books. Blue is the widescreen between us. by Paul Hsu 1/23-27/18 Revised 1-28-18