Monthly Archives: December 2006

Sharpie

Daphne Martinez,
star of one segment of a TV show,
tonight plays a dead prostitute
with a killer’s letter to God
written on her back
in black Sharpie.

Jeremey Raine, not far away,
practicing his handwriting
with one eye on the news,
leans forward to hide
the pistol in his belt.

On screen the neighbors chime in
just as he wanted: good kid until
she got into drugs, the creeps
on the streets, city’s gone to hell…

it’s a wrap.
Next up, tragic
bus accident.
They’re selling
classical music favorites
by the time Jeremey makes it
out the door.

He leaves
the Sharpie behind.
Bartender picks it up
and uses it to make up
a sign: No Drinks Made
With More Than Two Kinds
Of Liquor. That’ll teach
the damn college kids.
He changes the TV.

Daphne Martinez is not saying anything
about the way she’s twisted around
on the sidewalk. The detective rubs
his eyes: what looked like a ramble
to God is changed now to some message
about liquor. No one here is talking sense,
not even the corpse.

Jeremey’s no fool. He dumped
the murder weapon back at the bar.
The gun’s just for show.
He knows the medium makes the message.
He’s already plotting the next show.


Light matters

I was forced to rearrange my room after an unfortunate shelf collapse.

I moved the desk over to face the window and rebuilt the shelves more strongly and with a different weight bearing configuration.

The desk facing the window is neat. Having natural light to write by is comforting.

I don’t seem to have SAD (thank God — that would suck on top of everything else) but natural light is soothing and gives a different perspective. Granted, my view is of the next house, but still.

What a small change it can take to make a difference.


O Come All Ye Faithful

If you’re looking for a new Holiday celebration, look no farther!

Even if it doesn’t help, it’ll be fun!

http://www.globalorgasm.org/

I especially like the line about “as much privacy as you choose.”


Important essay

If you haven’t yet read ocvictor‘s essay on MFA programs, performance poetry, and assorted other topics, you should. It’s over at GotPoetry.com.

Here, I’ll make it easy for you.

http://www.gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=3559.html

In other news, I’ll be at the Zodiac Cafe reading today around noon. Lord Buckley will likely be joining me. See you there.


Band name meme

Before I run off for a while.

stole this from quixote82 and caolinnshouse:

The Band Name Game
Come up with your own names for these styles of bands. Then add a band style to the list, and invent a band name for it…

Slayer-style Metal Band: Ashflesh
Grindcore Band: Faceplant
Alt-Country Indie Band: Hooker’s Ball
Noise/No Wave Band: Blurk
Christian Industrial Band: Empty Tomb Alliance
Female-fronted airy Mazzy Star-style Band: Loch Eyrie
Roadhouse Retro/Blues-Rock Band: Pedaldown


Protected: Old and in the way, part 2

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Spent time tonight rehearsing with Faro on new stuff.

We now have four poem/music pieces beyond the “Jim’s Fall” suite:

— Getting Ahead
— Snakes on a Plane (which I’ve grown to actually like with music behind it)
— I Need A Guitar Right Now (Or Something Like It)
— Revisiting Roses and Violets

We’ve also got a couple more in progress — “Lighter” and “Cante Jondo For The Left Side.” Plus, I’ll be trying to write some work to go with his music, a reversal of our usual practice.

We’ll try and get an MP3 of some of this up on one or both of our Myspaces soon.

With the exception of “SOAP” these are all older poems (although certainly “Jim’s Fall” qualifies as recent work). This is cool, but I’d like to get some even newer stuff done as well.

Again, this is the most satisfying work I’ve done in ages.

I should mention three things:

1. Faro plays the last two on classical guitar. Which he learned a month ago. I have no adequate words for this.

2. We’re actively looking for shakedown features in the new year — colleges, venues, etc. Hit me, people.

3. I think this little duo project needs a name. We thought about just calling it “Jim’s Fall” but that seems reductionist. Any thoughts? Serious replies wanted, especially if you’ve seen us; humorous responses will likely be chuckled over and then summarily discarded.


three poetic challenges

I dare you:

1. A twenty line poem without any words of more that one syllable.

2. A twenty line poem without the word “the” in it.

3, A ten line poem that, when read forward and backward, provides two different poems.

Betcha can’t do it. (For the record, I’ve done all three at various points.)


Peer Pressure

Present the same information
twice and you are either crazy
or a gemcutter opening new roads
into a perfect stone. Bother us
with something too often and
you’re either a bore or a prophet,
but don’t try to sell us on the latter
unless we blink when you mention the former.

Grow up, baby. Grow up
and smell the bitter herbs. Stick a hand
out the window and tell yourself that’s not rain.
Anywhere you look there will be someone
who doesn’t care if the flood’s come again,
or who doesn’t believe in water. Let the animals
come to your call and we might scratch our heads
for a few, but then we’ll be back to the daily whirl
and you’ll be all alone to herd the creatures indoors.

Present the same information twice
and you’ll either be a bore or a stonemason
stacking up the cruel bricks. Don’t try to make us
believe that those are different things. Cut the blocks,
cut the diamond, cut and run while there’s time,
while wormwood is on the breeze
and the boat’s begun to float.


I deliberately stayed away from the laptop all day. Didja miss me?

I went to an open mike in Fall River tonight — VERY FOLKIE. Very. A few high points: Faro on solo bass; a 16 year old Dylaneseque kid named Matt Borillo who is already good, not gonna-be-good; the band Low Anthem, who’ll be playing the Java Hut in January. We shall go see them, we shall.

Faro persuaded me to do something, so the two of us did “Getting Ahead” and “Snakes On A Plane.” It went over well enough that I got approached for a feature there afterwards. Cool.

More later, if anything raises its ugly head and wants to be let out.


Strange segues

ITunes just delivered me “Stairway To Heaven” (yes, the Zep version–no cracks) followed by “Pope” by Prince.

Hmmmm.

And it just flipped into “The Immigrant Song.” Is it possible that Shuffle is telling me to get the Led out?

And how does Prince fit into that?

I just had a vision of Prince doing “Stairway.” With that pistolero microphone and the Pegasus guitar.

As if to reinforce the Freakiness Factor…I am now listening to The Pixies’ “There Goes My Gun.”

Hmmmm. Again.

ETA: pinata has posted that Prince is performing at the Super Bowl halftime. Let’s take bets: What songs will he be performing? I suggest we choose three.

I’ll start: “Darling Nikki,” “Housequake,” “Head.” Gotta go with the classics in order to make sure the crowd knows them.

Your turn.

AND, for the record: I took the MBTI test that’s going around as a meme…it said I was an INTP, which is what’s it’s said everytime I’ve taken it in the last 15 years. It also said I’m a “Loser” and they’re wrong…I prefer to think of myself as “success-challenged.”


henry digger

henry when you’re
done digging down there
you can come up and eat something

no ma no
there’s no time

in the corner
of the basement
a basket of tiny skulls
empty pumpkin pie crusts
henry’s slayer t-shirt

when you’re done down there
come up ya gotta eat

no ma no

that tunnel ain’t
going nowhere
come up and eat

ma there’s something in there
i gotta go

clink of thin bone against thin bone
a second basket dragged into reach

ma you never said
there’d be so many of them

come up henry
come up


Crow

I spotted the olive branch
and ignored it. It was not
my concern. Freedom
and disobedience went
hand in hand for me
back then.

I think most of you
believe I must have died
out there, tired
and partnerless above the water.
If that were the case,
how could it be that you still know me?

If you look around,
you’ll see my children everywhere.
This is how it happened:
I found my place
anyway, far from
the safety of the ark,

and there was another
of us there, one who’d been
flying for days, exhausted,
bedraggled, another
escapee. I comforted him
and soon we began the race again.

You do not often see us
alone now — sometimes
we travel in pairs, sometimes
in trios, sometimes in flocks.
We know the value of large numbers.
We will not live at anyone’s mercy

ever again. Freedom
and disobedience yet go hand in hand for us.
If you don’t believe me,
consider this: God kept me going,
gave me a mate, gave us a future,
and the doves are rarer than we are.


Quick recap:

I’m home and in the process of sorting out clothes and receipts from the trip.

Denver was a cool city, what little I saw of it. The conference room where I did the training had two full walls of windows and was on the 35th floor of a downtown building — I had a full view of the Rockies for the entire session, and it was hard to concentrate. Gotta get back some time and spend a few hours or more with friends like oni_express.

The taxcicab conversation I alluded to earlier was with a distinguished and learned gentleman from Ethiopia who’d been in the country since 1972. We discussed the world situation, the conflicts between Islam and the West, and the state of race relations in the US and how they’ve changed in his view. We were stuck in traffic for a bit so we could really talk. I love getting drivers with whom you can have a great conversation. Our best discussion was about his (and my) concerns that the overlooked variable in Iraq is the Kurdish situation — how Kurdish autonomy and the PKK werre viewed as a threat by Tukey, Iran, and others, and have the potential to be a slow burning fuse to ignite a far more widespread conflict.

Flights were uneventful, even if connections were a bit hurried. I did a lot of fast walking on already tired feet.

More later, gang — I’ve got paperwork to do if I want to get paid on time. 🙂