"I am the man, I suffered, I was there." -Walt Whitman
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
sepia 1958...
Sepia 1958
Rain & a breeze
& Henry Red Allen & Cottontail on my window
Sepia
& zebras & antelope by the fishpond
The paper lanterns doused
D
A
W
N
- -
It is
Rain & a breeze
& Henry Red Allen & Cottontail on my window
Sepia
& zebras & antelope by the fishpond
The paper lanterns doused
D
A
W
N
- -
It is
Monday, March 29, 2010
a simpler tree...
A Simpler Tree
Sunday
&
Thelonious Monk
- -
A longboat on the river
&
A high City Between the Notes
Just You Just Me
Just us
Justice
Evidence
Monk
Climbed
- -
Under the artificial roses
Under the artificial daffodils
He
Climbed
- -
Thelonious Monk
Yesterday
&
A Simpler Tree
Sunday
&
Thelonious Monk
- -
A longboat on the river
&
A high City Between the Notes
Just You Just Me
Just us
Justice
Evidence
Monk
Climbed
- -
Under the artificial roses
Under the artificial daffodils
He
Climbed
- -
Thelonious Monk
Yesterday
&
A Simpler Tree
Sunday, March 28, 2010
a sunday tree...
A Sunday Tree
Freshly Ground New England Coffee
&
Crayons
Last night I dreamt of Mars Hill Basketball & Thelonious Monk
So,
This morning I painted A Sunday Tree
Painted with French crayons & signed with an 8B pencil
Oh! I think
Mars Hill Basketball
Thelonious Monk
&
A Sunday Tree
Were stirred by Vincent Van Gogh
&
Friday
Dreams
- -
I
Guess
Freshly Ground New England Coffee
&
Crayons
Last night I dreamt of Mars Hill Basketball & Thelonious Monk
So,
This morning I painted A Sunday Tree
Painted with French crayons & signed with an 8B pencil
Oh! I think
Mars Hill Basketball
Thelonious Monk
&
A Sunday Tree
Were stirred by Vincent Van Gogh
&
Friday
Dreams
- -
I
Guess
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
in perfect walk...
The mill house
On the water; butternut shutters
Ribbons
Chapels
Ghosts
&
Blue
On the glass lake in perfect walk
Bonnets
Waistcoats & watches
Marching
To
Music
&
Poetry
&
Art
- -
None lost;
This rain this morning is a kind friend
On the water; butternut shutters
Ribbons
Chapels
Ghosts
&
Blue
On the glass lake in perfect walk
Bonnets
Waistcoats & watches
Marching
To
Music
&
Poetry
&
Art
- -
None lost;
This rain this morning is a kind friend
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
point quixotic...
Quixotic
Your song
The sand
Banners marching the hills
Flying the breeze
- -
Yes,
Quixotic
Your song
&
Your song
In
Crayon
Blue
The sea
Write a Poem
Did you notice?
Paint
A
Picture
Make
A
Pot
Point Quixotic
- -
Sing
Your Song
Your song
The sand
Banners marching the hills
Flying the breeze
- -
Yes,
Quixotic
Your song
&
Your song
In
Crayon
Blue
The sea
Write a Poem
Did you notice?
Paint
A
Picture
Make
A
Pot
Point Quixotic
- -
Sing
Your Song
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
a star's breezes...
A walk
Away
Down the hill toward the sea
A star's breezes
Sailing lights on the sea
Hills & granite seats to sit
Brisk
Late summer
Nights
On the dock
&
White beards
Traveling
Home
- -
In the morning
Away
Down the hill toward the sea
A star's breezes
Sailing lights on the sea
Hills & granite seats to sit
Brisk
Late summer
Nights
On the dock
&
White beards
Traveling
Home
- -
In the morning
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
a pencil sketch for a portrait sometime...
A pencil sketch for a portrait sometime
In May
A sunny day
A bossa
In pencil & paint
In paper & canvas
In the coffee hour
On a 1930s tin table wheat & mustard color
- -
The coffee is made
In May
A sunny day
A bossa
In pencil & paint
In paper & canvas
In the coffee hour
On a 1930s tin table wheat & mustard color
- -
The coffee is made
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
a short story...
In a place
At the bottom of a mountain
Near the sea
Reeds in a stream
Snow caps on the sun
Compasses whirring
Rocks
&
Storms
&
Out the window a sidewalk painter painting
Looking down
On the Blue Bar marquee
Jazz Tonight!
Flitter
Colors in the breeze
This hotel window I write out of
&
This
- -
But
A short story
At the bottom of a mountain
Near the sea
Reeds in a stream
Snow caps on the sun
Compasses whirring
Rocks
&
Storms
&
Out the window a sidewalk painter painting
Looking down
On the Blue Bar marquee
Jazz Tonight!
Flitter
Colors in the breeze
This hotel window I write out of
&
This
- -
But
A short story
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
a novella in hip...
Cloudy
River rain
In the piano room
Arpeggios & Monk's Notes Not There
Played
&
Heard
A
Novella
In
Hip
Somewhere - -
Somewhere
Over the Rainbow
River rain
In the piano room
Arpeggios & Monk's Notes Not There
Played
&
Heard
A
Novella
In
Hip
Somewhere - -
Somewhere
Over the Rainbow
'gentle rain'...
Familiar Street
Old photographs in a box
Lamps
Lighted
Piccolos wafting
Smoky
&
Blue
- -
Wistful
The table & the flowers are empty
&
A trumpet plays
The
Perfect
Song
Old photographs in a box
Lamps
Lighted
Piccolos wafting
Smoky
&
Blue
- -
Wistful
The table & the flowers are empty
&
A trumpet plays
The
Perfect
Song
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
in the fall of 1953...
In the fall of 1953
Jazz
&
Boxing
&
Basketball
We were youth
Sinking 20 footers off the backboard over the garage door
Tommy Brown & me
Crunching leaves into newspaper & smoking it
The afternoon suns were golden
Different from today
&
Gave us a feeling
We were youth
Oh!
I'm sure someone said the world would end then too
Hey!
Smoking leaves wrapped in newspaper
Now, that had to be good for us
Under a light bulb hanging from a black wire
Precariously
&
Gary Bossie on tenor sax in the mood in the mood
Trumpet moonlight serenade
Eddie Hall on Waxo barrel bass
Marciano LaStarza Marciano by TKO in the 11th
Every street corner a pool hall & zoots & yellow dresses
Press passes & yellow cabs
The
Polo
Grounds
New York New York
September 24
Rocky & Roland
Our March Madness! under the lights
Aaaah!
Then
We were youth
Under the stars
&
Jack Kerouac was at the Staten Island Ferry dock in New York City
Jazz
&
Boxing
&
Basketball
We were youth
Sinking 20 footers off the backboard over the garage door
Tommy Brown & me
Crunching leaves into newspaper & smoking it
The afternoon suns were golden
Different from today
&
Gave us a feeling
We were youth
Oh!
I'm sure someone said the world would end then too
Hey!
Smoking leaves wrapped in newspaper
Now, that had to be good for us
Under a light bulb hanging from a black wire
Precariously
&
Gary Bossie on tenor sax in the mood in the mood
Trumpet moonlight serenade
Eddie Hall on Waxo barrel bass
Marciano LaStarza Marciano by TKO in the 11th
Every street corner a pool hall & zoots & yellow dresses
Press passes & yellow cabs
The
Polo
Grounds
New York New York
September 24
Rocky & Roland
Our March Madness! under the lights
Aaaah!
Then
We were youth
Under the stars
&
Jack Kerouac was at the Staten Island Ferry dock in New York City
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
roads (& all the words)...
Roads
Red barns & Burma Shave
Wall Drug 2 miles
In California at a best time
Loyalty's songs
Chills trills ocean birds sang
Mulligan Baker Dizzy
Bird
Cool
In California at a best time
Ribbons
Carmel seas
Roads to Scotland
Not far
Sketching the La Jolla Sea
In California at a best time
Sun bounced branches in a scrub pine
Hearing
Tequila & Salt at the Home Cafe
Bo
Dee
O
O
Orange & purple
&
A tree to sit under
There,
There
In California at a best time
Red barns & Burma Shave
Wall Drug 2 miles
In California at a best time
Loyalty's songs
Chills trills ocean birds sang
Mulligan Baker Dizzy
Bird
Cool
In California at a best time
Ribbons
Carmel seas
Roads to Scotland
Not far
Sketching the La Jolla Sea
In California at a best time
Sun bounced branches in a scrub pine
Hearing
Tequila & Salt at the Home Cafe
Bo
Dee
O
O
Orange & purple
&
A tree to sit under
There,
There
In California at a best time
Saturday, March 6, 2010
jazzbirds sit...
City & sea
Streets & doors balconies mist
Trees & wheat cantaloupe & deer
The walks the red slat fences
Bookmarks in life
Salty dust benches
Jazzbirds sit
The sun & the moon ride the cliff's night
Shaboom
Shaboom
Oh!
In separate circles the neon sigh
Streets & doors balconies mist
Trees & wheat cantaloupe & deer
The walks the red slat fences
Bookmarks in life
Salty dust benches
Jazzbirds sit
The sun & the moon ride the cliff's night
Shaboom
Shaboom
Oh!
In separate circles the neon sigh
Friday, March 5, 2010
search for the muse...
Search for the Muse
If you are not
Hafiz;
Though you may think you see her
You
Do
Not
Unless
Everyday is a flock of birds
In perfect formation
If you are not
Hafiz;
Though you may think you see her
You
Do
Not
Unless
Everyday is a flock of birds
In perfect formation
Thursday, March 4, 2010
you cat, daddy-o...
It is evening
Morning
&
Spring
Listening to
Moten Swing
The violins wide
Joy a cymbal
Brushes & baking - oh notes
Oh
Notes
Ummm umm
Swingin' shades charades parades
Ummm umm
Vivaldi,
You cat, Daddy-O
Happy Birthday!
Oh
Morning
&
Spring
Listening to
Moten Swing
The violins wide
Joy a cymbal
Brushes & baking - oh notes
Oh
Notes
Ummm umm
Swingin' shades charades parades
Ummm umm
Vivaldi,
You cat, Daddy-O
Happy Birthday!
Oh
modigliani, miles & myself & oh yes, kerouac...
Modigliani, Miles & myself & oh yes, Kerouac
Sat together
In a barroom in Cartagena
To
Talk
About
Goodness & Dignity & God & Beauty & Love
We all agreed
In the absence of these things
There is but darkness
We understood there probably should be more
So,
We threw in World Peace
&
Then ordered beer
The exact amber of the stucco barroom walls
- -
This all happened in 1988 I think
Sat together
In a barroom in Cartagena
To
Talk
About
Goodness & Dignity & God & Beauty & Love
We all agreed
In the absence of these things
There is but darkness
We understood there probably should be more
So,
We threw in World Peace
&
Then ordered beer
The exact amber of the stucco barroom walls
- -
This all happened in 1988 I think
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
on a path into a mountain...
On a path into a mountain
A huge mountain
She wrapped herself
In
Llama cloths
&
Peacock feathers
Dreams
The snow smells & tastes
The air is full of her
&
She hears a song
A song she's heard before
Hoooop hoop
- -
A departed angel
A huge mountain
She wrapped herself
In
Llama cloths
&
Peacock feathers
Dreams
The snow smells & tastes
The air is full of her
&
She hears a song
A song she's heard before
Hoooop hoop
- -
A departed angel
Monday, March 1, 2010
i hear a train whistle...
I hear a train whistle
Saturday morning tea
Monday
&
The
Cool breezes on my door
Whispers of spring
In a beat
&
A blue star sang
In my ear
Along the track to Union Station
In a beat
In my aviator glasses
Saturday morning tea
Monday
&
The
Cool breezes on my door
Whispers of spring
In a beat
&
A blue star sang
In my ear
Along the track to Union Station
In a beat
In my aviator glasses
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