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2006 Riddles for Bolad’s Kitchen the Elder
Bolad’s Kitchen the Elder Riddle:
Riding thirty spokes, some followed the lilac leaf
and the sound of the earthen cricket house,
pushed by the sound in the spiral winds of the Holy eight tied to the four,
they who died in beans said it was the
sound of those who fed Prometheus,
but he looking down upon Anariake
saw pearl thieves which not even restless Enarees
could rescue from Razm and Bazm.
The Reed Larsen Handicap Riddle:
That one, dying under a golden rain of arrows,
to cook the world’s sacrifice back into a river of life for her,
for whose eyes then Ogmios
could easily keep us chained
but she only slightly fed with its gold,
would have been forgotten,
save by the garnets of a Turkic wine for which she lived on
in the drunkenness it caused a grief-stricken Burgundian,
beneath whose river yet dangles from her hitching post
a horseless harness which still attempts to riderless run after
Haydar, Aslan and Zaki
unable to leave the endless map of the Alamar hanging from his neck.
Estimados Bolad Kitchen Elders Peoples-
As the year of the Rooster is almost puffed out its bellicose chest for a last time and the Dog year comes faithfully to lick the world back to at least some of its much throttled senses, I, Martín Prechtel, without to much a do, do send to you this coming year’s newly baked riddles.
These are fully baked. You will notice that there are two riddles. The first one can almost be addressed from what we have passed through in our glorious sessions together up until now and is for everyone. The second riddle is the Reed Larsen handicap riddle which of course everyone is welcome to attempt but it comes especially for Mister Larsen and the previous scholarship winners.
Please give them all your biggest effort and because riddles like these are what seeds do to survive the withering mediocrity of a culture that out of fear eats its own seeds, then plunders the cultures and lands of the world, mountains, deserts and jungles for more, seeds for which we struggle in order to plant and replant to grow a feast and strange tree of diverse hope for a time beyond our own insistence.
I shake pollen on all our flowering brains, and through the hopeful grief pastures of your courageous hearts I send the breathe of small forgotten moles who hide the sun inside the seeds of asters in-between their elegant toes. Jump up and live again, dreamers and bravers of planes and trains.
All Blessings to you all- Martín Prechtel
PS All riddle responses due by March 15th, 2006
email to: bluetayra@newmexico.com
or send to:
Bolad’s Kitchen
PO Box 337
Ojo Caliente, NM 87549
All Blessings and thanks- Martín Prechtel
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