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mexico path one, two and three and the end of america
As usual, all sorts of art being accepted for publication ... but very little writing. Lord knows.
I heard a Sex Pistols song on the radio today, and I was reminded how much I liked them. I like the song 'Pretty Vacant' ... the reason? It sees like they are really trying to sing, really taking pride in the song, the singing, the playing. Just like any other non-punk band.
feel free to take a listen ...
mexico path one, two and three
the end of america
the white cloth man take the gates
secure the future
one step after the five rings
drop and the red globe sinks
angel words sing me to sleep
the day america dies has started
many hours after the parade
the thousands color enter
smiles and steps
all from the center
offer the small prayers
drowned by lights and craze music
beach palms (one two and three) and the time and the thief
Sorry, far too long without getting here.
The Mexico trip had some good shots. Here are a few just for the blog.
The 24/7 Folded Word project (writing a piece a day throughout August) is allowing me to have the most productive month that I can remember. Also, wrote a favorite story of mine called 'everything is beautiful'
Thank you to Blue Print Review for publishing my 'small sun in the storm" - honored.
beach palms one two and three
the time and the thief
under the false sun light
under the chop waves block
we clutch the bottom top
breathe the now lost air
awaiting the hope fresh
the sliding lamps search
the man wasting it all
with her crying in the sand
the time and the thief
searching and sliding
providing the sin
meat for the sin mouth
while the angels blush
and dissolve away
beach flag and the tracks with red noise
() During the New Hampshire trip, I made another video (A bargain, II) for Shya Scanlon's In This Alone Impulse. It is a great collection, and I love short, contained creative challenges. Videos, one-piece art sections, writing for a specific subject. Anyway, it will be up soon hopefully.
() A thanks to the Daily s-Press for featuring "The Equation of Constants" - If you have not paid the dues, it waits for you.
() Thanks to LITnIMAGE for adding an album of artwork in its July issue. It showcases two of the latest prayer flag images.
() Writing submissions - who the hell knows what is going on. Sahara.
beach flag
the tracks with red noise
the baby screams over dead hills
and lost roads
the slow speed of distance
the false blue purity of water
and the cloud ocean to our front
when will the movement stop
the countless graves
the dodging of buildings
home is in the scattered hopes
along the tracks with red noise
then look to the hills
and climb
gravity takes the walls and compound light
I am a horribly slow reader, so slow I should apologize to folks often. However, I finally finished Pank 4, and it was awesomely good. I love journals really - dig reading from my friends and then reading darn good things from people I have never heard from before. You should check out the following ...
Adam Moorad's 'Sleep If You Can't Dream'
Kirsty Logan's "The Rental Heart"
Aaron Burch's "Unzipped"
Taylor Mali's "Te Last Postcard"
as well as a "IW" clip from JA Tyler, Matt Bell, Barry Graham, Shane Jones, Ryan Bradley, Peter Schwartz, Meg Pokrass, Lauren Becker, Jen Michalski, Tim Jones-Yelvington and others ...
If you want a copy, e-mail me your address, and you can have mine.
compound light
gravity takes the walls
then the fake green stone
not yet above the dead salt lake
this turn then that
speed then flight
we walked through the night forest
animal sounds and soft prayers
rain start
quiet and pour
no other sounds heard
until distant view crack and fall
gravity takes the walls
starts the power clock again
eyes and shower and highways of the past journeying
Some good things lately:
() "the wyndham sisters" and poem/postcard project that I sent to James Tadd Adcox and Rebekah Silverman at Artifice Magazine was posted at qarrtsiluni. An actual little podcast as well. Thanks!
() My Ten Everywhere project features Ben Tanzer and his book "Most Likely You Go Your Way and I'll Go Mine." Next up, Aaron Burch
() I sent me newest poetry manuscript "the non-arrived and cast away" out for consideration. Good luck ...
So, things are going well. I have plenty of work to do as well ... a painting, a recording, and some more writing.
eyes and shower
highways of the past journeying
there was the everything
from the younger year boys
to the success now
nothing has changed
still need the bars and wheels
the love of all
the scarcity of the profit soul
the music rolls with no words
and most girls float by in memory
ginsberg knew
but could never say it
illuminated and fumbling
letting the rambling overcome concentration
there is no god
there is no justice
open the eyes and notice it all
the equation of constants is born!
the equation of constants is born!
Thank you to Artistically Declined Press - I am thrilled to be part of that family.
You can join the family by reading it here.
the warm concerned and race under blue line
Very proud to have my first online gallery up at Prick of the Spindle. I consider it a major move for me, and I am thankful. It is always interesting to realize what some people like and do not like. In this gallery, 'star death two' was only of my favorite pieces. 'vista garden four' is one of my favorites, yet it was declined at numerous spots. Who knows about the subjectivity of others.
Have so many submissions out there. Summer is rough for responses. I am no better. I know I have things to read in my e-mail box.
Downloaded some stuff that I was happy about:
Spritualized: Pure Phase
Spiritualized: Fucked Up Inside
Spiritualized: Lazer Guided Melodies
The Cure: Entreat
The Wrestler movie
'Entreat' is such a great album. It was cornerstone of me growing up in Japan, and after I lost the CD it took quite a while for me to find a copy again. One of the few live albums that I think is better than the studio album, 'Disintegration'.
the warm concerned
with the wind in one hand
life in the other
the degree rises
and we all shudder
he stands
on the tallest mountain
warm to touch
clouds in his eyes
reading the strange words
from the last book
the words echo and rain
pulling the clouds under the dirt
past the carbon and seeds of life
bring the fires of no water
bring the cracks of earth plates
i will never see it all
but it will happen
race under blue line
what america did you have, matisse six and seven, the kiss and five circles
Polite words go a very long way for an artist or writer. A small light in a room of darkness. Thank You Enigmatic Ink.
Thanks also to Corium Magazine who accepted two art pieces ('elements three' and 'flight on ocean') for their next issue. Was having a solidly quiet month before that.
Was sad for a couple days when my collection 'exper i ments" did not land in the home I wanted it to. I do believe that all things land where they should. But it is hard not to prod, to force.
Finally, I finished a story that I have been working with the last couple/few months. 'how i lost gravity' is an important one for me. It is strange that as I write this, I come to a conclusion about my writing.
() Most of my 'fiction' (or prose) is first person, very autobiographical.
() Most of my poetry does not include me at all. 'the equation of constants', my collection of 12-15 poem has about five-six "i"s in it. Hmmm.
Also, completed these drawings (the first ones Matisse, and then I can't remember)...
matisee six and seven the kiss five circles
what america did you have
it's the first stage
birds picking and finding their meals
on the dying fat of prosperity
awaiting the wind
to turn dirt over
do it again and again
until turning on themselves
we were not prepared
to survive and did not
realizing that since we did not matter
there was no net to catch us
the life was captive years ago
and we didn't care
ignored until far too late
flushed and gone
and they pick and claw
my last prayer
for another morning
with no one and a barren field
hard sun and loss
of all memory
Hike Log (1/1.5) Guajome
Hike Log (1/1.5) Guajome.
Morning and cool, some rabbits and lizards was about it.
() Some Wild Roses (Rosa Californica), pink and fragrant. The rose hip a good source of Vitamin C, but I did not try it today. Indians have used the thorns as hooks for fishing.
() Yerba Mansa (Anemopsis Californica) large leaves with white flowers, I pulled up some of the roots and rubbed them over some scars on my legs. It use to help with wounds and cuts.
() Sweet Anise - I can never tell the difference between this and fennel. Still can't.
the girl chair drop and m is for ...
Awesome things that I have read lately:
() 'Behind The Lines' by David Gianatasio (Mud Luscious Press) - only a couple times a year do I read a story that I would have published ((if I had a press) and I've been thinking about it.)
() 'Weather Days' by Ben Segal (Mud Luscious Press) - a story that is a nice drive.
() 'Joy on Almost Every Corner" by William Taylor Jr. - short story in San Fran, a special spot for me.
Good Line: "I can still fall in love with everything all over again and I still think we are often beautiful."
Just received 'Our Us & We" by JA Tyler. Greying Ghost Press is one of my favorites. They package their books with all sorts of cool things. A glimpse of today's 'things':
- a cut page from a Woody Woodpecker comic (probably the late 70s, early 80s)
- a cut page (p65) titled Kitty Clive, Actress, hmmm, a reprint of 'At The Kings Head' from Pall Mall Magazine (1895)
- a rip that mentions 'Juniper Springs' ... for a second a thought it was a Big Love reference.
THANK YOU - Love It.
Today, I went digging for our passports (family summer vacation to Mexico!), and stumbled upon my early journals. I have been writing everything in journals for the last 13 years, almost to the day. Everything creative (poetry and fiction) has started in these journals, well since 1997. And it is interesting looking through the notes and goals. Especially when having memory issues.
nothing on submissions
m is for ...
the girl chair drop
the red girl sits
with her picture book
surrounded by the quiet
of a million stories
when the breathing
is all i can hear
the hair found fake
and once more god dies
in my lap
another unloved girl
ignored by the passersby
and sliding
to the grey unknown
