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A Typical Day

What to say
about today
when it’s just like
any other day — I

wake early.
Feed cat, drink tea.
Eat things as needed.
Read and

write,
and write, and write; in fact,
all the rest of the things I do
simply support the doing of
that. You might say
that on any given day
I’m a writer, it’s what
I am. What I do.
Any day I have,
is that day.

Somewhere in the ink
there’s another kind of day hiding
where I might be able to lay
off for a day, but I haven’t found it
yet. I write toward it
every day.

And yes, I make love now and then,
more then than now; and yes
I leave the house
and buy things now and then,
more now than then; love and
am loved, speak and am spoken to,
cry at appropriate times, laugh
when things are funny enough,

and close at hand always a guitar
as a break from everything else;
yeah, that’s a typical day —

and it goes on deep into the typical night.

But always, the writing
sits bedrock below it all;
cap on a magma flow
that burns and shines and steams.

A typical day
is about trying
to set that fire
like a gem
into dull metal.


Publication news

My poem “The Opening Of The 112th Congress” will be published here tomorrow morning.   I’ve published here before and am pleased to have been accepted once again.
The New Verse News is a great online journal that weds current events to poetry. Highly recommended.

The New Verse News

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2010 in review

The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

A helper monkey made this abstract painting, inspired by your stats.

The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 81,000 times in 2010. If it were an exhibit at The Louvre Museum, it would take 3 days for that many people to see it.

In 2010, there were 634 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 3646 posts. There was 1 picture uploaded, taking a total of 4kb.

The busiest day of the year was November 6th with 4,000+ views. The most popular post that day was Gazelle Ghazal.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were alphainventions.com, blogsurfer.us, heavyrotations.com, networkedblogs.com, and facebook.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for northern lights tonight, northern lights tonight boston, northern lights, dark matter, and hummingbird prayer.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

1

Gazelle Ghazal November 2010

2

To See the Northern Lights Tonight August 2010
8 comments

3

About March 2008

4

Show schedule, tracks, and more… May 2009

5

In Love April 2010
3 comments


600 Poems In 365 Days

Earlier this year, I posted that I’d posted 500 poems on this blog in 2010, which was an arbitrary amount I’d chosen even earlier in the year when it became clear that I was on a record pace for posting.

Since then, I’ve added another 100 poems, bringing the 2010 total to 600.  An equally arbitrary number, but one I’m proud of.  (For comparison’s sake — 2009 saw, very roughly, about 360-370 new poems posted on the blog.)

I’ve talked elsewhere on the site about why I post everything here — might be worth saying it again.

The Dark Matter blog is essentially an experiment in looking at an entire body of Work — the good, the bad, the mediocre, the false starts and good tries as well as the “successful poems” — as being, ultimately, more important than any one poem.  It’s an effort to see the trains of thought, the style shifts, and the themes as being all One Endeavor, one giant monster of artistic output.

Some have criticized it as being silly — that it limits, for instance, where I might submit poems for publication; that it keeps people from buying merchandise when they can get it all for free; that it doesn’t give the public only the best work I can do.

I just want to reiterate that I’ve carefully considered all that.  Certainly, there are some journals that won’t take my work because it appeared here first.  But over time, there’s a growing number of journals both in print and on the Web which do NOT consider an effort such as this to be a problem.  I think that trend will continue and I tend to only support those journals that work this way, and will only submit to them.

In addition, I think of publication elsewhere as just another aspect of the Work as a whole.  It’s not my be-all and end-all.  First and foremost, I want the Work to be available; there are various ways to do that.  Creating and publishing a manuscript — seeing a book as another art product built from the larger Work — is another.  I don’t see them as mutually exclusive.

As an old punk, I don’t need the validation of an artistic establishment to feel comfortable with my efforts.  I see this blog as a manifestation of a DIY spirit I cherish so much that I’ve got the letters “DIY” tattooed on my chest above my heart.  People will find the poems and like them or not; I made sure they were out there, the good, the bad, and the ugly.  That’s my job.

At any rate, I’ll likely move at a much slower pace here than in 2010.  I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire, both personally and professionally, and those will now move to center stage for a period of time.

I thank you for reading here, and please keep at it — there will be more of the Work posted here in 2011, if not quite so much as in the past year.  Will keep you posted as I go forward on other projects too, especially as they relate to the new Duende Project CD that will be released on Jan. 9th.  There will be gigs and public performances, new publications, and more.

Happy New Year to you all.  May the future bring you what you most desire.

Tony

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Lives Of The Artists

There was a point
in each life
when an explosion
turned the inside outside
and it was like a burst
in the night sky on a holiday,
and so on

until a look around confirmed:
it was all out there
and what was inside
was burnt to ash, and
then came the question:

what is next?

And so began the refilling
or the attempt at that. There were
experiments and failures
and now and then a replication
of fireworks but
still, it was not the same

and so they gather
more and more fuel, then sit
striking matches
to build a fire that will
burn steady and bright
for the long night ahead.

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Short hiatus from posting

I’ll be taking a short break from posting here to deal with some personal stuff.

Please feel free to look through the poems — 500 this year alone and close to 3000 on the blog as a whole — or go listen to tracks on the Reverbnation site, check out the show schedule, and more over the next few weeks.

Thanks for reading “Dark Matter.”

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Good Night Ferret, Good Night Cat

Good night,
says the ferret in the couch;

it’s been a good night
here in the seat cushions.

Good night,
says the cat in the closet;

it’s been a good night
here on the T-shirts.

Good night,
says the man on the couch in a T-shirt. 

It’s been a good night
watching you both figure out new ways

to be here, using the same things
I do in new ways, turning the house

I see as a coop
into a grand palace,

a playground full of possibilities.
I’m the worst animal here, I guess,

except I can write this
while you’re sleeping, make

a Himalaya
out of a dust bunny

while telling myself
it’s OK that my ass

hasn’t left this couch all night
because I wrote this.

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A break

I’m taking a short break from writing and posting poems here to focus on some other things. 

It’s a good opportunity, perhaps, for readers to catch up on past work?  Yes?  Perhaps read and comment on poems you might have missed, or to listen to tracks from The Duende Project?

Either way…I’ll be back.  Thanks for your time and all your past and continuing kind attention.

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A Little Experiment

Just a little something I fooled around with. I wrote the poem in the storyboard and then used the site to create the movie around it. Not the highest quality, but I thought it was reasonably interesting as a poem; I’ll make the animation better on the next one as I learn more about the site.

Thought some of you might want to try it yourselves…

http://www.xtranormal.com/watch/6803335/


For Lorena

Once, while speaking with me
of a recently deceased mutual friend,
Lorena said,

“I have never stopped speaking
to anyone who has died; that would be rude,
don’t you think?  I find the dead to be cordial
and content with their new lives
and indeed, seem to feel that
there has been no interruption worthy
of the name; who am I to mourn those
who feel no pain in their own passing?”

I looked at her, so
ordinary, so calm, sipping coffee
as if it were the most normal thing
in the world to talk this way
of communing with the afterlife,

and it all seemed possible,
even probable, at least on that morning
in June, a few months before she herself
died quite peacefully in her sleep,
before we laid her away in a floral dress
and went back to our own lives.

Shortly thereafter, over coffee (again),
the two of us sat in our customary seats
and spoke as if there had been
no intervening passage for one of us,
and I poured her cup after cup as always
while we looked out over the lake

and discussed the nature of light
and its persistence, how it would change
during a day,

how it can play and shift itself
through the laurels and over the granite ledges
and yet retain the same intangible quality
of being “light,”

how it keeps faith with us
and never completely leaves us,
even on a moonless, starless night.

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Critter

a man
became a critter

creeping
over land

not seeing connection
to humans

he sat on rocks
turned em over for moral guidance

he’s a cemetery
of thinking —

left over
animal

reptile brained
chunk of reaction

fight and bite
sleep where it’s friendly

stay out of the cold
of other opinions

screw a little
when called to it

a story so common
you might be forgiven

for pretending it’s
just another legend

until you cross paths with him
while trying to fall in love

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Cutting The Grub

“Death,”
said the grub,
“is always deserved
because it is the only thing
other than birth
that each living thing
is always owed
strictly by virtue
of having been born –”

but because I did not speak grub
in those days,
I took far too much satisfaction
from cutting the thing in half
with a trowel as I dug
the new bed
for the flowering onions. 

Had I known
of The Serene Acceptance,
I would have refrained from the act,
for it would not have been fun
if I had known there no resistance
there.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because it is a good day to die,
I think, this understanding
came to me unbidden,
if you can believe that,
or even hear it.

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High Noon

he’s gunning
for anything that reminds him
of where he came from. 
let one word escape your lips
that feels familiar and he’ll
begin. the first stone is his altar
and the sound
of your own windows breaking
is his favorite hymn. 
your angry response
will be his excuse to feel
superior as he shows off something
he picked up along his way here,
twirling it in his hand.  he’s
threatening you, then himself,
depending on which way the barrel’s
facing at any given moment.  who will fall
when the trigger’s pulled is anyone’s guess,
but assume the worst happens —

who do you see on the ground?

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Brand new track up on Reverbnation…

It’s the first song in the playlist, titled “Ostrakon.”  For a change of pace, that’s me on guitar.

Please go check it out by clicking on the “Show Schedule” tab above, then clicking through to the Reverbnation page.

Thanks!

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Duende on Indiefeed…

Duende’s “Where Do You Live?” is the featured podcast today on Indiefeed. Thanks, as always, to Mongo for his history of unwavering support for everything we’ve accomplished. A good close to the year.

Go download the podcast at:

http://www.indiefeedpp.libsyn.com

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