September 11, 2008 at 4:56 pm (journal)
Tags: character sketch, prose
He arrives at the music store around ten-thirty and enters, not meekly,
but rather quietly, respectfully, carrying with him into the room an aura
of humility and gentle grace. He nods a greeting to the owners of the
establishment, and, at the same time, gives the implication of a wave
to his friend who stands across the room energetically guzzling his
gas-station mug of coffee.
“No class this morning?” his friend asks, the question punctuated by a noisy,
gurgling pull at the coffee mug.
“No, not until two,” replies the visitor as he turns toward the guitar effects
cabinet at the far side of the room.
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September 4, 2008 at 10:04 pm (journal)
Tags: banjo, burr, friends
mmm.
(a sketch for EVV)
first off, thanks fer the burr.
secondly, the banjo pickin’ wuz sweet.
me more understand-ish bluegrass now.
and thanks also fer the two paperbacks
i’m sure i’ll get to them in the next three years
or so. but thriftly cruisey-krazing thru marinettey
wuz the best. the best day ever iz when you find
Brautigan at St. Vinnie’s. so there.
you were there when i had my 732nd BEST DAY.
(not quite the end; the rest is a song in my head.)
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July 14, 2008 at 8:31 pm (journal)
Tags: beans, journal, love, peas, soil, togetherness
a suggestion for m.rad.
take some okay beans,
cover ‘em with choco-goodness
and munch away.
you got tough teeth.
use ‘em.
mine are rotting away,
oh oh oh no…
dentist drills
are in my future.
David Budbill. he’s got it.
just think about that beauty
and tell me what it is
you smell riding on the wind
tonight, around midnight.
let the city-sounds be your jazz for an evening.
turn your stereo off
turn all of it off
just a candle
let it be
harmonize w/ the wind.
hold yr lover and om.
much love
and peas
are in the garden
with your name on some of them
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July 14, 2008 at 4:31 pm (journal)
Tags: journal, Monday, peas, water
michael of the premium cough_e_drom_e_da_ry
you are right
and i am pleased as punch that you get it.
as for every other body
feed the cat
drink the water
drop your worries on the porch.
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July 7, 2008 at 7:28 pm (journal)
Tags: journal, music, silly
note to poets with musical instruments:
play music about trails
and signs
and the sky, wind,
feathered friends
and such.
make sure there are no words in the music.
if singing is necessary, just wing it with la-la-las…
typed straight out, no pens involved
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July 3, 2008 at 9:43 pm (journal)
Tags: holiday, journal
inundated with information, indoor artificial weather chills me. it’s been good so far today, but this work of poem-e-tree has got me aching for the scent of the river and the sound of canoe paddles gently dipping and rising… the Peshtigo, that’s the river in mind right now, and i’m in the wrong town in the wrong place but “it’s all good” (as some might say) because at least i’m typing my thinking and sometimes that’s the only way to get the mind gone — get the mind gone and get back to the body — it’s telling me GO HOME AND EAT so mind replies YEAH, IN A MINUTE…
a minute is a short time when your poem is five years old (or fifteen, depending how you look at it), your song is nearly four, but what am i saying? this is a preemptive greeting:
have yourself a holiday… good, bad, or otherwise. three cheers for bratwurst.
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June 26, 2008 at 9:34 pm (journal)
Tags: journal, notes, process
try to stop writing in public
try to write at home
get to a computer
and fling some things
to friends.
smile more.
stay in the shade
but get out-of-doors
for no other reason
than the pure joy of it.
take walks
and sleep well.
don’t forget to eat.
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June 25, 2008 at 3:56 pm (journal)
Tags: cheese, ducks, journal
pictures
pictures
pictures.
you’ll find ‘em in the glove box
the books will be on the floor getting sorted
getting sorted out
stacked in milk-crates
mobbed on shelves, mashed together with the potato
salad. grind my self in with the coffee
guzzle it down
and learn to park Car in the shade.
in the shade, gary, why’d you park me
in the sun? the gum is melting
the water no longer cold.
ho-hum.
pictures
pictures
pictures.
the river is purple today,
the ducks float just fine.
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June 20, 2008 at 7:19 pm (journal)
Tags: cats, silly
left the notebook in the car
leave it there for good, they get along so well.
summertime flows with the go
uh-oh it’s my ego overflowing
this little ditty
is nothin’ but a song
for the cats.
when i sing for them, they either yawn
or glare with lids half closed.
sometimes they purr
and as of yet,
they’ve never said boo.
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June 18, 2008 at 4:24 pm (journal)
Tags: journal, notebook
2.
i have so much
to be grateful for;
the luxury of free time
is not as common
as it should be…
i dedicate this poem to industry,
to the men, women,
and robots
who produced this pen,
this page
and the car i drive.
(i drive it too much,
gotta fix my bicycle)
i dedicate this to
all those who built this dwelling
in which i sit
on a hand-me-down couch,
all those who grew the grain
that i eat and drink…
this could go on forever,
this description of connectedness
this sketch of interbeing.
(if this guy uses the word COSMOS
i swear i’m gonna leave)
and that’s about the end of it
for now.
what else is there
besides life and death…
for me,
it’s this.
11JUN08
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