Sunday, June 18, 2017

'tarzan couldn't take this kind of hot'

i have a cold.  i have that stitch you get in your side when you have a cold.  i have a low persistent cough that doesn't hurt but it is damn annoying.  and it is very hot outside, still, even at this hour. i watered the plants in our garden and the heat is heavy.  we didn't do anything today on account of the heat and not feeling well.  i read sven birkerts' most recent collection of essays changing the subject: art and attention in the internet age [graywolf, 2015].  birkerts' writings worry about digital culture vastly changing our reading/writing habits.  how digital culture -- now the dominant culture -- rewires our neural circuits.  i agree with birkerts.  we are experiencing a vast and far ranging paradigm shift.  i don't know what will happen in the near and far future.  neither does birkerts; the essayist and lit. critic does not shy away from the internet.  he is a prolific twitter user.  but, the changes that digital life are making on and upon us are so great i fear we don't understand it.  nor are we really talking about it.  still, poetry is found in the pixels.  birkerts recognizes that fact when he records his amazement when he learns that the poet seamus heaney, who was born in 1939, the year wb yeats died, thus preserving a kind of continuity in irish letters, had a cell phone and was a prolific texter.  indeed, the last text heaney wrote was to his wife from his hospital bed just before the poet died.  the text read, in latin, noli timere.  be not afraid. 

Friday, June 16, 2017

Hello, It's Bread!

sometimes a word or phrase is uttered at the right time and place it becomes indelible, and hilarious.  the phrase above was uttered by a friend yesterday that still makes me belly laugh.

this is one of those moments of perfect timing.

we were walking back to the office after lunch.  there is an old phone booth that has long been stripped of its phone and signage.  yet the booth remains.  yesterday, we saw a loaf of bread, in its plastic wrapper, hanging in the spot where the telephone should be.

it was an odd sight.  my friend, who always cracks wise, said, if you whipped out your mobile phone and called the booth you'd get the bread answering, hello! this is bread!

is that surrealistic?  what it was the perfect absurdest situation that immediately rocketed my mood in to lunar orbit and had me doubled up in laughter that not only did i almost break a rib, but i nearly peed my pants.

such is the spirit of survival in our dark age, for i took his joke as a method of surviving.  sometimes bread wants to hang out.  sometimes it will answer your call.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

s l o w d i v e

okay, without being oblique about it i turned 50 last friday.  that's right.  fucking 50!  that's like old, right?  well, that depends on where you sit on the age spectrum.  for me, i feel like i'm 25, but for the aches and pains, energy level, and the grey hair.  other than that i'm a whipper snapper!

only in my mind, okay, but that counts too.  one of the bands of my holy trinity, slowdive, released their fourth album in 22 years.  the band reformed about three years ago and i was fortunate to see them live at the warfield in s.f. with my good friend b., who told me he didn't expect slowdive to be so freakin' loud.

that they are, and they are returning to the bay area, oakland at the fox theater, in october.  i've saved the date.  i want to take nick.  he's 12 but he's got good taste in music and i hope slowdive can blow his mind as the band has done to mine.

but furthermore, it is quite lovely to see/hear a band of mid to late 40-somethings reform and create gorgeous music.  age is but a number, but it is a state of mind, and age can work for you too.  as the punk band nomeansno sez, 'old is the new young'.

below is a chamber piece of the newest single by slowdive, 'sugar for the pill'.

viva la rock&roll!

crap!  i can't seem to embed this video so please click here for the song.

the poet klipschutz

the san francisco based poet klipschutz has a cool website

please click here to read/see it

+ you can find a recent interview with klpschutz conducted by jon cone here

Sunday, June 11, 2017

quote unquote

"The big fifty is something.  Once you get there you can handle most anything.  After fifty, it's like each year is a free one to play with.  It's a great feeling.  The older you get the more you learn how to duck shit you wouldn't have ducked before.  It gives you more time for the essentials.  And one of the essentials is not letting other people waste your life."

--charles bukowski [as quoted in The Holy Grail: Charles Bukowski and the Second Coming Revolution by a.d. winans (dustbooks, 2002)]

Saturday, June 03, 2017


on my way to work
she showed herself
on the branches
on the roof
cawing cawing
a flash of black
i had to duck
she went straight
for my head
a kamikaze
a blitz
of beak
and feathers
she chased me
for two blocks
and again
it happened on
the way home
when i forgot
her madness
her drive to protect
her nest her space
of earth
against my fumbling

Friday, June 02, 2017

goin' down to ol' geezerville

sounds like a country song, no?

today is the 50th anniversary of the U.S. debut of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the beatles

i discovered this album when i was 10 years old when the album was a mere babe of 10 years old too

Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is a masterpiece, i was obsessed by it, the music, and esp. the lyrics, i knew i was going to be a writer when i studied those lyrics, i didn't know what kind of writer, but somehow i was able to sync the complexity of the songwriting by lennon/mccartney with writing, i was a shitty student, but even in my essays in grade school began to take on the color of this music, i even pasted them into my own texts, while a little later i started writing my own lyrics, which led, obviously to poetry

i knew i wouldn't become a musician but i knew language, even if i didn't display any outward talent, was my thing, but i did entertain for a while of becoming a lyricist, such are the fancies a boy in love with the beatles

but i titled this little essay goin' down to ol' geezerville for the hard fact of this album turning 50 today, while Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band heralded the Summer of Love, which itself is observing its 50th anniversary this summer, this was the season when peace, love and understanding, as practiced by the hippies in the Haight, among other places, seemed more probable than perhaps any other moment in popular history, and in that space and time of hope, innocence, renewal, sex, drugs, rock&roll, anti-war and civil rights movements, this was when i made my own debut, i was born 50 years ago in the Summer of Love, when the beatles released their great album, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, and for a moment or two perhaps we could, in a violent age, sue for peace, get it, and build a juster, fairer, more equitable society

but that seems like such an antiquated notion for our day, only geezers who think like hippies, like me, still believe in the common decency of human kind, and that we may still build a better society

so yes, i turn 50 next week, and for my pains i get an AARP card in the mail yesterday, no, this is not some junk mail addressed to the household, this was a membership card with my name, and a letter addressed to me, and we all know what that means, an invitation to join the AARP is proof that i am now joining the geezerly ranks and heading down to geezerville

Thursday, June 01, 2017

i've been running at light speed these past couple days for reasons i can't divine rather i found myself online last night wanting to respond to emails and write a few lines but instead i jumped from one video to another on youtube and googling current favorite poets without reading their verse in other words i was unable to relax into myself which is no big whoop however when i hopped in bed the blankets and pillows felt so good i immediately fell into a deep sleep i know i dreamed but i don't remember them here is another thing i wonder why i have not seen a t-shirt with rimbaud's visage and captioned je est un autre