6/13 Harold Dull hosted by Jim
in 1957 Harold joined the poets meeting regularly with Jack Spicer and Robert Duncan
in the San Francisco Renaissance. Many books and readings later,
Harold found himself in another scene, the warm pool at Harbin Hot Springs
where he created the world’s first aquatic bodywork, Watsu,
which he has taught in thirty countries. Harold,
who has been dry-docked in Berkeley since the fire took out Harbin,
will read poems from both of those lives.
Find Watsu at watsu.com and Harold at watsu.com/harold
Poem for Calias
Your friends may think it odd
that a father and daughter's ages are so far apart
but your 17 is a perfect mirror to my 71.
Though next year
yours is just one quarter of mine.
Relationships change.
But from the moment before you were born
when you whispered the name Calias in my ear
ours has been constant
as constant as the flow I see in your dance
and feel in your Watsu
and hear your bow draw out of your cello's strings.
The same flow flies on the wings and fins
of the fairies and mermaids you paint for me.
The more the earth changes under our feet
the closer we are.
But the farther apart we are in age
the more of the changes to come you may have to face alone.
There is not much I can do about that.
Now is just this moment
sitting on the couch together tonight
the brighter and blacker the fire and smoke
in Herzog's Doomsday
the closer we draw together
no matter how far apart we come from
nor how far apart we will be going away from.
in 1957 Harold joined the poets meeting regularly with Jack Spicer and Robert Duncan
in the San Francisco Renaissance. Many books and readings later,
Harold found himself in another scene, the warm pool at Harbin Hot Springs
where he created the world’s first aquatic bodywork, Watsu,
which he has taught in thirty countries. Harold,
who has been dry-docked in Berkeley since the fire took out Harbin,
will read poems from both of those lives.
Find Watsu at watsu.com and Harold at watsu.com/harold
Poem for Calias
Your friends may think it odd
that a father and daughter's ages are so far apart
but your 17 is a perfect mirror to my 71.
Though next year
yours is just one quarter of mine.
Relationships change.
But from the moment before you were born
when you whispered the name Calias in my ear
ours has been constant
as constant as the flow I see in your dance
and feel in your Watsu
and hear your bow draw out of your cello's strings.
The same flow flies on the wings and fins
of the fairies and mermaids you paint for me.
The more the earth changes under our feet
the closer we are.
But the farther apart we are in age
the more of the changes to come you may have to face alone.
There is not much I can do about that.
Now is just this moment
sitting on the couch together tonight
the brighter and blacker the fire and smoke
in Herzog's Doomsday
the closer we draw together
no matter how far apart we come from
nor how far apart we will be going away from.
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