Mature Poet Imprisoned By Lame Clothes In Amusing Sendup Of Indoctrination Videos
February 27, 2008 at 9:36 pm | In Albuquerque, Beauty, Culture, Delaware, Desire, Dreams, Fanblades, Hollywood Dragon God, Jebediah the Rabbit, Jennifer Connelly, Life, Love, Mature Poet Imprisoned By Lame Clothes In Amusing Sendu, New Mexico, Newark, Poetry, Rich Boucher, Slam Poetry, Work, i, i Fanblades | Leave a Comment
So….I’m still job-hunting and looking for work out here. Yesterday I had a brief job interview with an auto dealership and I have to take a pee test tomorrow for said job. It’s an auto sales job with a guaranteed $2000/month for the first two months. I’m kind of hoping this works out, even though the job requires quite the bus trip to make it there. But I’m still looking.
Lots of cool poetry stuff out here, too.
So far, so good!
Second Draft of a New Poem
November 28, 2007 at 11:18 pm | In Angels, Art, Artistic Nudes, Autumn Fair, Chemistry, Delaware, Downfall, Drafts, Dream, Dreaming, Dreams, Heaven, Love, Oranges, Performance, Poetry, Rabbits, Second Draft, Seraphs, The Police, Thoughts, Vivid, Whispers, Wilmington, Wilmington, Delaware, Wish, Women, Wonder, Wordpress, Worship, Writing, XXX | Leave a Commentviolin strings hang a man with the deafening song of a sunset,
and an artist goes mad in the study of your rib cage darkening
you’re trying to figure out
how to make this girl an angel
you wonder if you have the colors you will need
and the brushes, and the knives, and the eye
why are you trying to figure out
how to make this girl an angel?
you can’t think; hard to be sure if a little black
mixed in with the blue will be enough
why do you think you have what it takes
to make this girl an angel?
what marriage of darkness and light will,
with the clarity of a dream, show how far into the morning she flies?
who are you to make the dark, pink flesh
emerge from the canvas like blood from a cut?
the iron gates at the base of heaven
are chained shut: no one in, no one out
was it wise to make her try to rise up
into a sky full of rain late at night?
and you gave her mere tatters of white lace, billowing
barely enough to cover her breasts and her sex
you could change the color of her wings
in your creation
but you let them stay gray,
and began to work on the lightning behind her
what is her name,
this angel your brush
has trapped between heaven and earth
and
who do you think you are
Make a wish, and then, blow out the candles.
October 2, 2007 at 9:08 pm | In America, Birthdays, Delaware, Dreams, Fears, George Bush, Iran, My Life, Newark, Pink, Poetry, The Indigo Girls, Thoughts, Wilmington, Wonder | 2 CommentsIt was my birthday yesterday. Thank you to those who wished me a happy one; that meant a lot to me.
This is a short post, because I have a lot on my mind. One of the things I have on my mind that I will share with you is the future, and how I am afraid of George Bush’s plans for my country’s future. With the veil between the worlds so thin at this time of year, I’m feeling more….anxious than I usually do.
The President of the United States creeps me out; and oftentimes it’s for the same reasons that the President of Iran creeps me out. I could get into it, but I think that Pink and the Indigo Girls say what I’m thinking more eloquently than I could:
remember eleventh
September 11, 2007 at 6:10 pm | In 9/11, Accounts, Culture, Delaware, Dreams, In Memoriam, Industry, Musings, My Life, Newark, Personal, Poetry, Rants, Rememberance, September 11, Thoughts, Wonder | 3 CommentsI think my allergies/head cold/flu situation is beginning to abate a bit; that’s a relief. I get so annoyed when it appears that someone else’s insistence on going out when they’re very sick makes me get sick. Don’t you agree? Yes, you agree.
It’s September 11, 2007. Six years ago today I was at my work – I had worked for a horrible document reproduction company whose name rhymes with STINKOS (And if you’re reading this, don’t patronize them, please. They cater to snobbish college fratholes and sorostitutes and dickwad corporate asswipes). I remember standing in the open, customer area, looking up at the televisions mounted above the self-serve copiers and watching the news reports continue on and on. My workplace closed early that day. I remember that I was helping close down the shop, shutting down the copiers, and putting things away in the self-serve document editing and computer areas, when one of the phones rang and my co-worker Albert picked up the phone. It was a lady who wanted to know (Albert told me she sounded pissed) why we were closing early when she’d been driving for 20 minutes to come to do some copying. Albert told me that he asked her if she’d been watching the news at all that day, and he did not mask the tone of sarcasm in his voice. The lady knew what he was getting at (the attacks) and snarled back at him, “That’s all the way over there in New York! That’s not here! I have things I need to get done and you people have no business closing!”
Albert somehow had the restraint to simply hang up on her and not give her an earful. I remember being livid when he told me what she said.
That was six years ago. So much seems to have changed since then. So many people seem to have gone crazy. And so many things seem not to have changed at all.
People still don’t treat each other right. Even when we get wake-up calls to remind us how short this mortal life is, look at how we still choose to treat each other.
But what do I know. I’m only a poet working a 9-to-4 job selling appliances.
What do I know?
Britney Spears Gives Congressman Ike Skelton A Milf Bronsky; WWE Superstar John Cena Puts Gen. David Petraeus Up In The F5
September 11, 2007 at 2:30 am | In Britney Spears, Creativity, Culture, Delaware, Dreams, Feminism, Gen. David Petraeus, Iceland, Iraq, Iron Man, Literature, Madeleine McCann, Performance, Peru, Poems About, Poetry, Poetry Slams, Sarah Silverman, Slam Poetry, Slow Food, Taiwan, Talaam Acey, Wilmington, Writing, XXX | Leave a Comment
I hope that I’m getting this word out with enough time for some of you to show up for this, but there is going to be a great poetry show happening at the reading this Wednesday night. Amazing poet Talaam Acey will be giving us a powerhouse feature set of poetry that night, and if you’re in the area on Wednesday night, and you’re looking for something cool to do, then this is where you need to be! Here is a little bit about Talaam: He may be the hardest working spoken word artist of his generation. He’s published a novel, a comprehensive collection of poems, an award winning memoir and 9 spoken word CDs. Taalam has been a full time traveling poet since 1999. Tens of thousands of people own his work and many, many more have seen his performances. Acey performs regularly in more than 50 cities in the US and abroad. On average, he is on a plane once every 3.5 days. That’s 100 flights per year to promote spoken word. So, what I’m saying is, please come. You will not regret it. It’s only a couple of bucks, less than half the price of a national brand pack of cigarettes, less than the cost of one day pass on the bus – be there or be square!
In other news, I watched MTV’s Video Music Awards show* the other night with some friends. Here are some notes that I took:
1. If rhythm-and-blues and dance-oriented music have degenerated to the point where the lip-synching morons I saw are being called “artists”, then I fear for the future of music. I heard a lot of stuff onstage, but I didn’t hear many songs, or music. That much I do know.
2. I read a bunch of crap online today about how Britney Spears did not “look good’ on stage and that she had a “mushy tummy”. Wrong! While it’s true that Britney Spears is irrelevant to actual music, to say that she didn’t look good? I liked her little belly showing up, but then again, I’m not brainwashed into thinking that the stick figures who grace fashion magazine covers are realistic depictions of actual human female beauty.
3. I have a huge, pointless and futile celebrity crush on Sarah Silverman. And her microphone time right after Britney’s performance was the best moment of an otherwise lackluster funeral for music.
In other news, if you’re not a comic books reader, fan, or if you’ve never been one, you might not know who that is in the picture at the top of this post. It’s Iron Man. He’s coming to theaters next summer, and he’s awesome. You need to check out this trailer. ASAP.
Photomanipulation: A Study in Mood (Featuring The Lovely Jennifer “Jo” Tilly)
July 15, 2007 at 4:59 am | In Delaware, Delaware Politics, Dogfish Head, Dreams, Jim Morrison, Lewis Carroll, Macaroni, Mysticism, Paganism, Photomanipulation, Photos, Poem, Poetry, Sex, Volatile, Wicca, Wilderness, iFran | 2 Comments
“When parrots flew the skies
My brother cried “Macaw! Macaw! Thy scarecrow, I’s!
His devious balloon will ever slither by.”
- Robert Chartowich
The above picture, by my imagination.
The above corresponding poem, by my friend Monsieur Chartowich.
Alors, zut.
Poem Draft: The Light of Awakening
July 9, 2007 at 12:26 pm | In Delaware, Dream, Dreams, Happiness, Impermanence, Life, Life in General, Literature, Newark, Delaware, Poem, Poetry, Wonder | Leave a Comment
as my eyes collect the light of a.m. awakening
slowly, with a coffee cup brewing
the last thing I was dreaming of
fights to not dissolve away
it was you
sweet girl
it was you
with a tease
and a fuschia bikini
and the words
“come, follow”
“no, don’t”
tired as I am I can feel my mind
straining quietly to hold your hand
so you don’t slip away, forgotten
why does the waking world
make it so hard
for us?
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July 3, 2007 at 7:29 pm | In Delaware, Dreaming, Dreams, Feminism, Greece, Mime, Mysticism, Newark, Delaware, Pantomime, Photography, Psychoanalysis, Psychology, Supermodels, Women | 4 Comments
I had a dream this morning that I was walking somewhere on some college campus (The University of Morpheus?) and I saw this piece of outdoor guerilla theater where these college boys and girls were naked and posing as mannequins frozen in the middle of various dance steps. At one point, I stood next a girl and began to mimic her pantomime and she smiled at me and she and I began to do a sort of pantomime routine together. She would do one sort of serious of poses, and I would follow suit. Without saying a word. Only smiling at each other at the end of each successful coordination of moves.
When we were done, she and a couple of the other people in the troupe asked me to join them on their tour of various Greek fraternity and sorority houses.
If anyone has any Earthly idea what a dream like this can mean, please let me know.
The girls in the dream were naked but painted as though they had bikinis on, by the way.
Which was nice.
Avant L’Autre: Time for a Weird Question!
March 26, 2007 at 3:18 am | In Advertising, Art, Culture, Delaware, Dreams, Life in General, Miscellaneous, Newark, Delaware | 6 CommentsWhat is your favorite logo? And why?
*is going somewhere with this*
Somnambulae
March 14, 2007 at 5:48 pm | In Delaware, Dreams, Life, Random, Thoughts | Leave a Comment
I had a dream this morning that I was riding a little bicycle on a long, hilly,
dark country road, late at night.
I was riding the bicycle for a what seemed like a long time
before it occurred to my dreaming self to flick on the little headlight lamp
affixed to the handlebars of the bike.
The headlamp only gave off just a little bit of light.
Barely enough light for me to see past the front wheel.
I don’t know what it means, but I rode until the morning came.
And rain.
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