…is a study of bougainvillea, blooms that are as evocative when they fall to earth and within reach as they are massed over our heads. In Reading Room is a memory of a long past vacation to Barbados. Today, my recent trip to Patzcuaro MX starts to fade in the winter sun. A sudden scentless […]
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Why do I have seven typrewriters? Why not. Most belonged to my late father, who also seemed to think you couldn’t have too many of them. Two are electric, not on display, and untested. Of the five seen in Gallery, four function and have new ribbons. All contain typed poems. Of course, their useful lives
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Which year indeed? The image in Gallery is a photo-haiga, a haiku with image, from 2015, and the poem in Reading Room is a meditation on New Year’s from 2016. These were my thoughts on writing the poem…plus ca change, plus c’est la meme shit? It’s a trite topic, New Year’s. I’m inclined to write
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…Christmas on the heels of the solstice is a mixed bag o’ gifts. (Coal and diamonds are related, after all.) Tonight, a fire in the fireplace, a glass of wine, A Child’s Christmas in Wales on the stereo, and reflections on a creative day, and indeed a creative year. Love to all.
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Sept /19 Such a chewy word. Stanchion. Stanchioned. Stanchionesque. From the Latin, sto, stare, stedi, statum – stand. And from Phoebe Wang’s poem Invasive Carp. The images that came to mind have lots of linear elements and could be a haptic poem – tactile not textual. Oct/19 Then again, stanchions like snow fences are porous
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…it sometimes feels like end of times. All the more do we appreciate the coming renewal, Gordon Lightfoot’s ‘the promise of spring’, as we inject blood red days into winter’s flat palette. Fire, ribbons, roast, sparkle. To match the mood, reading room presents a poem I wrote with John over the kitchen table, literally passing
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…doesn’t require costly equipment behind which you can hide, special clothes that proclaim you ‘artist’, paid up dues that are heavy with obligation. There is just the empty page, the will to pick up the pencil and make the first mark, and a quantity of non-commoditized, quality time; remembering to turn your internal judge and
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This week I share some of my creative process. I’m always interested in others’ ways of creating, almost as much as I am in the creations themselves. Every week I spark the creative fire by looking for an image and investigating why it captured me, reading a poem and commenting upon it, randomly choosing a
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… within the present intersection of: Theory U and the 3D Mapping exercise from MIT’s U-Lab, The Spell of the Sensuous by David Abram, Sacred Economics by Charles Eisenstein. There’s no time like the present to acknowledge that the future need not look like the past. The photos are my solo attempt at 3D Mapping,
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I listened to the universe and hearda lyric waltz that called me out to singand dance. I couldn’t understand the words,knew not the steps, my dance card was a blank,the dance floor just thin air, yet was assuredI had a place, a voice, within the song.
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