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Tom Pratt: VII. The Great Eye
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Monday, January 02, 2006. VII The Great Eye. Manic, impatient, nervous, fearful,. The Great Eye no longer stares. It’s gaze that used to cast light into deep corners,. Now flitted with dizzying speed from one bright bauble to another. But for that one moment, it had blinked unbelieving,. At the sight of a blanket pulled back,. Of a weakened body shivering and naked,. It had looked within itself and found a ghost. The Mentor offered blame and smoke,. Marionettes were put back in their boxes,. Seattle, Was...
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Tom Pratt: October 2005
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Monday, October 17, 2005. I've just added a link for my brother Doug's web site: DVDLaser.com. Expert on past, present and future DVD releases. Through. The DVD - LaserDisc Newsletter. Which he was published every month for the last 21 years, Doug has faithfully reviewed the artistic content and technical quality of thousands of DVD's and Laser Discs. He has been quoted in. And writes a regular column for. Posted by Tom Pratt at 7:42 PM. Sunday, October 16, 2005. Posted by Tom Pratt at 2:12 PM.
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Tom Pratt: September 2005
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Wednesday, September 07, 2005. This is a placeholder entry for what I hope will be a world shattering blog! Posted by Tom Pratt at 7:22 PM. I Behind the Razor Wire. II To You These Children Sing. III Billy the Kid Dreams of America. V The Marsh of Shades. VI The Culture of Life. VII The Great Eye. VIII Black Snake’s Prayer. Seattle, Washington, United States. I'm a Poet, Songwriter and Musician. View my complete profile.
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Tom Pratt: January 2006
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006. To begin what I hope will be a busy and creative 2006, I am offering my recently completed long poem: New Orleans . Please feel free to comment on the poem - I want to know what people think about it. I would like to dedicate this poem to my father William Pratt whose initial reading and comments about the poem gave me the confidence to post it. I Behind the Razor Wire. II To You These Children Sing. III Billy the Kid Dreams of America. V The Marsh of Shades. VII The Great Eye.
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Tom Pratt: II. To You These Children Sing
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006. II To You These Children Sing. The golden barge of Le Dauphin,. Full of wine soaked voices and graceful music,. Floated gently past the Île de Fou. Revelers, laughing gaily in powdered wigs, clambered onto the deck,. As the jeweled ship glided past the fetid prison. Ignoring the cries of the prisoners, left in cells to drown as the guards fled,. Ignoring the sound of the muddy waves lapping,. Ignoring the song of the mad ones singing:. Il y a maladie dans le Roi,. Prisoners fro...
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Tom Pratt: III. Billy the Kid Dreams of America
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006. III Billy the Kid Dreams of America. Billy the Kid fell to his knees before two angels of alabaster marble. In the ancient graveyard. The rainbow colored feathers of a head dress,. Perched atop his long, ragged hair,. His bright but fragmented thoughts swirled in a pool of LSD madness,. He cried out in desperation:. Captain America man, where the fuck are you man? While the distant light of a strangled sun cast a pale aura,. On the tomb before him, he read the inscription:.
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Tom Pratt: IV. Jazz Funeral
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006. The setting Sun a dull disk in a pool of filthy clouds,. Parasols twisted one way, and then back. The waxing Moon a broken crescent turned on its side spilling silver. Trombones lifted upward and then downward. The Constellation of the God Child glowing faintly in the marsh colored sky. Mourners stepping in unison forward and then backward. This was the rhythm their bodies made during love,. Disjoining and then joining,. To the right and then the left,. V The Marsh of Shades.
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Tom Pratt: VI. The Culture of Life
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006. VI The Culture of Life. With a low, ominous rumble, the motorcade arrived at twilight,. Mercenary soldiers quickly unloaded props for the miracle play. Flood lights bathed the façade of an old church,. Until the cross on its very top seemed to hover in the air and glow. An excited producer surveyed the scene:. Oh, it’s heated up. It’s going to print loud! Cue Blacksnake One, ready, go! Kept back behind barricades, a crowd of people strained towards the light,. And the Black Sna...
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Tom Pratt: I. Behind the Razor Wire
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006. I Behind the Razor Wire. Behind the razor wire,. Backhoes plow a deep and muddy furrow. Secrets are being sown in the earth and covered over with silence. Nervous soldiers swear and shift their guns. At curfew in the desolate street. A wheelchair sits abandoned as it has been for days,. Its sad contents draped with a blanket. The face of a blue dog appears,. Floating forward, yellow eyes, begging:. I am your mother’s spirit. This gentle bank beneath the willow was my home.
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Tom Pratt: VIII. Black Snake’s Prayer
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Monday, January 02, 2006. VIII Black Snake’s Prayer. Oh, Strong Father who made this parched and dusty ranch,. Who caused the rich, dark dirt to burn and blanch,. Who willed the green trees, to be stripped and bent. Their seeds broken open and the life within them spent. Grant me these acres of waste beneath your fiery sun,. Give me the power to keep them free with razor wire and gun,. Protect this hot and lifeless plain,. For those that have the Strength and Will to build it back again,. Yeah, from Beck...
