2/1/17
© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017
2/1/17
© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017
“Someday men will learn to irrigate and spread fertilizer instead of praying for fertility.”
― Warren Eyster, The Goblins of Eros
2/1/17
© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017
There is something in the symmetry of two spiral staircases – side by side that says, we are separate and go separate ways. Like two strands of DNA, but a sequence that never combines. Separate lives, separate stairs.
Back ally, Montreal Canada
11-26-16
© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2016
© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017
Once a young couple saw this house.
They moved in, with one young one in tow.
The family grew, and the house grew to.
A bomb shelter, and a porch
Not enough room.
A kitchen addition
Another porch
All added on.
As the family grew,
They grew outdoors
A pond was made deeper
Pools came and went,
and came again
Gardens, gardens everywhere.
Children weeding, children eating.
Lawn mowers, mowing
The hot kiss of the summer grass
The cold kiss of the winter snow.
Yet still more room?
Construction begins
An attic is changed
Was it magic? Or just hard work?
A big cold bedroom and another bath
Both become,
Forever
The realm of the fairer sex.
Lothlórien
No boys, like dwarves allowed
Eye of newt and magic spells
Boys forever banned to the lower realms, Moria, the second floor.
At one point there were four, 3 girls and a boy.
Hopes of even numbers shattered.
Then another boy 3, and 2, oh so close.
Then another girl, bright and smiley.
Add another boy to make it…4 and 3?.
Then a pause. Game over. The ref is heading out the door.
Children in school, children in plays.
But wait overtime is called.
The owners meet and conference call and then…
Finally a last one added to the brood.
Boy or girl? Even or not?
The final score is – 4 and 4!
Now let there be wars.
The family rejoiced, and the house,
The house grew tired.
As the family grew so did the driveway.
There were basketball games
There was wood to split
There were bikes galore
There was a camper in the yard
And what
What was that?
A monkey in the house!
Then there were friends
Neighbors
Social hours
Fairy circles
Wild kingdom in the halls
Hidden mouse doors
Terabithia and middle earth.
Then there were boyfriends, lots of those.
And then cars, and cars, AND CARS!
Where was Neal Cassidy when it came time to park those cars?
Graduations
Then the children
One by one
Started to go
Away…
Colleges called, yes all eight
All away, all returning with degrees
Before heading off again.
The house started to relax,
The numbers started to thin.
but then
Was that the sound of tiny reindeers?
No!
What ho? Suddenly new family members
Inlaws and outlaws, children moving home
Babies again, hadn’t the house already done this before?
The house had to stop and ask itself…
Would they ever go?
Then they did.
One by one.
The house grew
Empty.
But not yet, Now there was
Just two.
The first two, all these years
Still together.
The house drew them in
Settling around them
Like an old cardigan
Then.
Then they were gone.
After all those years they could not be apart.
No, not for very long.
The second one quickly followed the first.
Now the house stood
Silent.
Until
A bustle of activity, unfamiliar feet
Vans, cars, trailers moving things around
Things stored away for 50 years
Brought out to see the day.
Then the sale.
Little bits of this and that, disappearing
Off to go to other houses, other homes.
Now,
Suddenly,
The house stands empty.
Echoes ring in and out.
Then fade.
The house sits quiet.
Empty rooms, Empty halls.
What next?
Who can tell?
2/25/14
© words by Dan DeMarle 2014
Just a short note to say Thank you! Life is hard, good friends make it easier. So Thanks to everyone out there who is fighting the good fight. Whether that be a daily internal struggle to stay sober, keep yourself clean, stay off the streets, keep you suicidal inner voice at bay, battle your own depression, your OCD, or all the other daily battles we can all fight. Keep fighting! The world, my world, is a better place because you are in it. Every day, yes every day. Whether you are fighting a constant physical battle of pain due to migraines, cancer, arthritis, or all the other ways our bodies can hurt and be injured, Thank you for persevering. Your continued light makes my world better and brighter. Whether you are fighting the system to get you or yours what you or they have been promised, are entitled to by law, or by basic common sense, Thank you! My world is better for your hard work to change the system. Whether you are fighting to make life better for others, to light a light in darkness, to help others achieve independence, racial justice, rights, freedom, citizenship, Thank you! My world, my community, my city, my neighborhood is better due to your hard work. Whether you are fighting for the environment, fighting pollution, global warming, and/or increased antibiotic resistance, Thank you. Sometimes these are the hardest battles to fight, but our future as a world and a species depend on you. Whether you are fighting to bring light into the world through art, through games, through literature, through the news media, Thank you! You make my world more beautiful, fun, and informed every day I breathe. Whether you are fighting political injustices, world injustices, fascism, totalitarianism, or all other things we are threatened with, Thank you. You protect my world and all of our world today and in the future. Lastly thank you for all of you who serve and protect our country every day, and thank you to your families who worry about you and support you. We would not be free if not for the brave men and women who do this work, every hour of every day.
We are all in this together and we all have a part to play in this great dance of life. I am here for you, just let me know how I can help.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017
When you have to move snow, or change the world, it is often good to work with a friend.
In the outdoor sculpture park at the Memorial Art Gallery.
2/14/17
© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017
How did we get to this point that we are in? You see there is truth and there are lies. There is truth in some lies, and there are lies in some truths. Some people believe the lie to be the truth and others the truth to be the lie. We have a Country formed on the pinnacles of two ideas, Democracy and Religion. For the first 150 years of our country our Democracy was a lie. It stated that all men were created equal and all men could vote, but that was a lie. Only white privileged men could vote, and then only white men. When others were allowed to vote, we stated that all men and women were equal, but that was a lie. Because we have systemically continued to privilege white men, like myself, over everyone else. The call for Black lives Matter is simply an attempt to make that truth a reality, because the reality is that in today’s world they don’t. Saying they do is a lie, but a lie that should be a truth. Our other pinnacle is that of Religion. Despite all the scientific proof many people still believe that God created the entire universe in seven days, and that woman was made from man’s rib. They believe that evolution is a lie. They believe that if God could create the universe in 7 days that he could fabricate the lie of evolution. But why would God create some Watergate type reality? If he/she/zhe did then where are the tapes? So why do people believe what the orange haired so called President says? Its because we have never dealt with the underlying lies that have shaped our country. We are like an equation where 2+2 = 6. Everyone knows that that is not the truth. When the whole foundation is crooked, what is one more lie? What we need is a truth and reconciliation committee. A group that can go into every fabric of our country and clean out the lies that we have built our country on. While President Obama was a great President when he had the chance to call out the lie of our country’s financial and banking system, he backed away. Instead he just propped it up. He was worried that pulling out the lie would collapse the whole system. Maybe it would have. Maybe we must confront the adversity caused by our history of lies, before we can again be one republic under God.
Long car rides go faster if you sing together.
There is always one sibling who remembers all the words.
There is always one sibling who messes up the words on purpose.
We learned who the pipes were calling for,
how to accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative,
what to do if we lost the girl we loved on one of those thousand islands,
and what to do if we ever went across the sea to Ireland.
All because if the air pilot said it, we had to give him credit.
We knew that Alice the camel had two humps, but really wasn’t a camel,
that it takes a lot of effort to get to the end of 100 bottles of beer,
and that John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt is a great car song,
no matter if you sing it loud or soft.
We also learned that whether you were three little angels or three little devils,
whether you tried to get to heaven on a thread or a kite string,
that at the end of the long car ride, you would all be safely tucked in bed.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017
Liver goes better with bacon.
Bedtime goes better with stories.
Powdered milk is necessary sometimes, but real milk tastes better.
Boo boos heal faster with kisses.
London bridge may go falling down, but your family is there to catch you.
© words by Dan DeMarle 2017