Tuesday, December 30, 2014
a good thought for whatever your art...
"It's not about perfection, it's about connection." -musician's motto
Monday, December 29, 2014
Saturday, December 27, 2014
poetry quick...
Poetry
Quick studies of Luncheons on the Grass
In blues and whites and greens
Taupe, blacks and tans
We've talked about this for years
In the wave of paper lanterns
There
I saw
Your painting of a bird,
A perfect bird on a cobblestone hill
Wing and flight, the road the store the night
On
To
A
Star,
On
To
A
Picnic
Quick studies of Luncheons on the Grass
In blues and whites and greens
Taupe, blacks and tans
We've talked about this for years
In the wave of paper lanterns
There
I saw
Your painting of a bird,
A perfect bird on a cobblestone hill
Wing and flight, the road the store the night
On
To
A
Star,
On
To
A
Picnic
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
later, havana!...
1958
Came out of Georgia
Swamp road
Swamp store
Swamp night
Highway lights like the aurora borealis way off,
Way off
Miami!
Way off!
1958
Miami!
At last, at last and on
To Havana
Well,
Later
After
Driving up the coast to Naples,
I will go to Havana later,
Way off -
Later, Havana!
On my list.
Came out of Georgia
Swamp road
Swamp store
Swamp night
Highway lights like the aurora borealis way off,
Way off
Miami!
Way off!
1958
Miami!
At last, at last and on
To Havana
Well,
Later
After
Driving up the coast to Naples,
I will go to Havana later,
Way off -
Later, Havana!
On my list.
Sunday, December 21, 2014
barry manilow singin' with the big bands...
Barry Manilow singin' with the big bands
Not jazz!
But at the beginning of Christmas week
And a light snow on the ground
And coffee made and drinking
Okay!
Just a dusting on the deck and the deck rails
And the grass
And sticking in the trees
I won't shovel
Or even sweep
I'll put Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond on now
The Duets 1975
And Miles and Chet and Monk later
?
I wonder if there is snow on the granite seats
And the orange clam boxes
In the sea smoke and the dawn
At the Paramount in forty-three
Not jazz!
But at the beginning of Christmas week
And a light snow on the ground
And coffee made and drinking
Okay!
Just a dusting on the deck and the deck rails
And the grass
And sticking in the trees
I won't shovel
Or even sweep
I'll put Dave Brubeck and Paul Desmond on now
The Duets 1975
And Miles and Chet and Monk later
?
I wonder if there is snow on the granite seats
And the orange clam boxes
In the sea smoke and the dawn
At the Paramount in forty-three
Thursday, December 18, 2014
the walk...
The walk
Regal with a spring a lilt
A bassline reminiscent of Mingus
Like
A
Song
The perfect float on cobblestone
Avenue
Street
Village
Square
1950s M.O.
Jimmy Ryan's, the Vanguard, Kerouac
And
Killarney,
A willow in the mist
The walk,
The step
Just the slightest;
Beating elegant against the wind out of Oyster Bay.
Regal with a spring a lilt
A bassline reminiscent of Mingus
Like
A
Song
The perfect float on cobblestone
Avenue
Street
Village
Square
1950s M.O.
Jimmy Ryan's, the Vanguard, Kerouac
And
Killarney,
A willow in the mist
The walk,
The step
Just the slightest;
Beating elegant against the wind out of Oyster Bay.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
the best season twice...
If you write, you do it
Deliberately
Even though only a few words
But
Deliberately
As
52nd Street rings
Furnaces heat, fandangos
&
Airplanes fly
Long songs,
Long plans
!
A Portrait in April
I paint portraits you know
Or are on
?
And the unkind blow to a friend yesterday,
A really good person,
Oh yes,
The best season,
The best season.
Deliberately
Even though only a few words
But
Deliberately
As
52nd Street rings
Furnaces heat, fandangos
&
Airplanes fly
Long songs,
Long plans
!
A Portrait in April
I paint portraits you know
Or are on
?
And the unkind blow to a friend yesterday,
A really good person,
Oh yes,
The best season,
The best season.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
skies some of my favorites...
Winter sunset
The color of April, lavender and butter
Color
Skies some of my favorites
Those
And the black nights over Johnson Bay
Flowers of light everywhere
Straight up
Straight ahead
*inspired by Kat Gang city photo.
The color of April, lavender and butter
Color
Skies some of my favorites
Those
And the black nights over Johnson Bay
Flowers of light everywhere
Straight up
Straight ahead
*inspired by Kat Gang city photo.
Friday, December 12, 2014
toast too...
A small pad of paper
Yellow lined
Nothing on it!
So
Far
Just sounds, coffee cars furnace
The coffee tastes good
I
Imagine
Toast too
And
Orange
Marmalade
Yellow lined
Nothing on it!
So
Far
Just sounds, coffee cars furnace
The coffee tastes good
I
Imagine
Toast too
And
Orange
Marmalade
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
flyin' home...
Writing cliff walks and high benches
Battalions of
High paths in the snow and rock
Shorelines sun and sea
Water on the breakwater
Water on the clam boxes too
Orange rum and poetry waltzing on the tracks
Flyin' home
Battalions of
High paths in the snow and rock
Shorelines sun and sea
Water on the breakwater
Water on the clam boxes too
Orange rum and poetry waltzing on the tracks
Flyin' home
Monday, December 8, 2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
biopic ~ something about that atlantic city motel...
The Atlantic City motel
That Atlantic City motel
Trying to remember, not the name of it, can't
I remember the stucco color of it
Orange and green and some red, on the beach
Yellow beach grass, whitish sand
Purple sand
Hot just the air conditioning of the ocean
And all the friendliness of Papa's House
The painting
It is early 4:48 A.M. and I am
Looking at the Atlantic City motel, green curtains blowing
In from the ocean, sunny
Two pictures hanging crooked in the single room
Single bath
Two beds chair and desk, TV rabbit ears, ordinary
And the ocean sounds near, and people sounds, kid sounds...
Old mahogany color radio and music and breezy night
Hackney's seafood
Off the Atlantic ocean
Big bands
She and roast beef sandwiches on the boardwalk
The whole place had a Cuba ring
I missed going there a year or two before
Havana
I've always regretted that
But
That Atlantic City motel
Something about that Atlantic City motel
I was in the Army
Fort Dix
That Atlantic City motel
Trying to remember, not the name of it, can't
I remember the stucco color of it
Orange and green and some red, on the beach
Yellow beach grass, whitish sand
Purple sand
Hot just the air conditioning of the ocean
And all the friendliness of Papa's House
The painting
It is early 4:48 A.M. and I am
Looking at the Atlantic City motel, green curtains blowing
In from the ocean, sunny
Two pictures hanging crooked in the single room
Single bath
Two beds chair and desk, TV rabbit ears, ordinary
And the ocean sounds near, and people sounds, kid sounds...
Old mahogany color radio and music and breezy night
Hackney's seafood
Off the Atlantic ocean
Big bands
She and roast beef sandwiches on the boardwalk
The whole place had a Cuba ring
I missed going there a year or two before
Havana
I've always regretted that
But
That Atlantic City motel
Something about that Atlantic City motel
I was in the Army
Fort Dix
steamin' with the miles davis quintet...
Viking ships in perfect formation
In the picture on my wall
Smells of old movies
On my street
Gray reeds and coral flowers
Airplanes
Train whistles at the Springdale Crossing
2 A.M.
6 A.M.
A long night at Charlie's Gone By
And tossed
Steamin' With The Miles Davis Quintet
In the picture on my wall
Smells of old movies
On my street
Gray reeds and coral flowers
Airplanes
Train whistles at the Springdale Crossing
2 A.M.
6 A.M.
A long night at Charlie's Gone By
And tossed
Steamin' With The Miles Davis Quintet
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
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