heat, cold, light

Posted in Uncategorized on November 8, 2009 by J

I should just lay here
no the dog food needs --
               cold, another day --
                    she has so much energy, yet
Buy more cans
"sexual harassment at Integral."
("verbose sniping in the guise of compassion")
         I come here to you
look you in the screen
--What do you have to say
                       #healthcare
                        Add New Post
                        Move to Trash
Move toward something
heat, cold, light
       found objects
           steelcut oats
turn on news
       puzzlemaster championship

rheology

Posted in Uncategorized on November 6, 2009 by J

After 5 yrs of working in a cubicle, I feel like I’m emerging from a coffin. I guess that sounds extreme, and I know other people are better able to balance stasis with movement than I am. I appreciate the financial stability that the job (working for a dinosaur of an institution) gave me — enough to allow me to take a lengthy break now.

But, man — after a certain age, it’s more of a challenge to retrain the blood, limbs, and brain, to find the flow.

found object poem – Bill Allegrezza

Posted in Poems on November 6, 2009 by J

A found poetry object, received from Bill Allegrezza. I have placed it on my writing table and photographed it in an order in which it might be read. Thank you, Bill!

Eileen’s post has also reminded me of Bill Allegrezza’s book, Fragile Replacements.

Alegrezza 2

Allegrezza 7

Alegrezza 3

Allegrezza 5

Allegrezza 4

Allegrezza 6

drum roll……………………….

Posted in Uncategorized on November 5, 2009 by J

“1000 Views of Girl Singing”media online, and now a book available from Leafe Press!

flaring

Posted in Poems with tags , , on November 5, 2009 by J

With thanks to Eileen, for this poem in Footnotes to Algebra.

A Flare for Jean

“Poetry should burn”
— Jean Vengua

While the critic notes
The imprudent use of wax
The poet’s bleeding fingers
Etch against stone:
“Icarus lived, and the sky went pink.”

Elsewhere, I have written about the musical properties of pink, but on this day, fire (albeit another’s) provides needed warmth.

this is only a simulation

Posted in Uncategorized on November 4, 2009 by J

Seattle waterfront earthquake simulation.

Simulations of actual places fascinate me. There is another version with obnoxious rock music, and one with really bad sound effects and screams that sound so fake it’s funny. This is the silent version, with subtitles. Of course, you can always go to Pandora.com and play some earthquake music for a soundtrack.

and the winner is…

Posted in Uncategorized on November 4, 2009 by J

3. Takagamine, Where I Am Living Then

Posted in Uncategorized on November 3, 2009 by J

Excerpt from a poem by Philip Whalen:

Morning zazen evening drunk
Mosquito-hawk legs thinner
Than a hair between
Legs thin as a
Hairy laugh tail
. . . . . . . . . . . . .O for the tongue the Harp of Paradise!

[I had to insert the periods because I don't know how to do blockquote in WordPress.]

you go girl!

Posted in Uncategorized on November 3, 2009 by J

Taking a break from “the increasingly alarming writing project,” I have scanned the internet for something inspiring, and have finally found it. I want to share it with you:

By Gugug.

otoliths 15

Posted in Uncategorized on November 1, 2009 by J

pagmamano

Posted in Uncategorized on October 31, 2009 by J

Eileen: I get “pagmamano” a lot, lately. Primarily, I think, because of the increasingly grey hair. It’s a strange feeling indeed.

Halloween

Posted in Uncategorized on October 31, 2009 by J

Samhain. Dia de los Muertos. All Saints (coming up). Remember the Dead.


“I Remember” by Devendra Banhart.

(Yes, I’ve posted this video before, but somehow it seems more appropriate than all the ghoulies and ghosties)