Wednesday, February 03, 2016

quote unquote

Have a good look -- stop the breath, peel off the skin, and everybody ends up looking the same.  No matter how long you live, the result is not altered.  Cast off the notion that "I exist."  Entrust yourself to the windblown clouds, and do not wish to live forever.

This world
Is but
A fleeting dream
So why be alarmed
At its evanescence?

Your span of life is set and entreaties to the gods to lengthen it are to no avail.  Keep your mind fixed on the one great matter of life and death.  Life ends in death, that's the way things are.

--ikkyu 'poem with skeletons' [barbaric vast & wild: a gathering of outside and subterranean poetry from origins to present ed. by jerome rothenberg & john bloomberg-rissman; black widow press, 2015]

Sunday, January 31, 2016

you can take the kid out of the drive-in/you can't take the drive-in out of the kid

i have been stalled in my writing for a few months

in the teeth of climate change & overpopulation and lack of resources i wonder how my poems can be equal to the task

i have an intro to a publishing project that is long overdue i'm sure the publisher and my co-editor two very good men are making voodoo dolls of me

i work at my job day in day out i like to think of myself as a 21st C cavafy but no i am a 21st C poet doofus

i wake in a good mood grateful to be alive and have nick and anna

i look into the near future & see holy shit

as i type it is cold and very windy a super kinda windy like a kind that i haven't seen in a while

i have a theme running thru my head it's a drive-in intermission song from the 1970s

i think of my friend the poet alex gildzen and how i'd love to sit with him on the couch and watch old 1940s movies

i have a fantasy to join a monastery shave my head and dedicate my life to meditation and silence

i am constantly amazed at the tenacity of life how it thrives everywhere

i would like another tattoo in the company of my fried the poet john bloomberg-rissman we both get inked with the same image

LOGOS is my game but the universe is silent its language is math

i don't write everyday but i write something all the time

my friend the late poet pearl stein selinsky sd the difference between a poet and a non-poet is the poet thinks of death all the time

i have my doubts about thinking of death all the time and say the difference between a poet and a non-poet is that the poet thinks of writing all the time

i like to think ikkyu and i may not have liked each other but would probably get each other

i don't think van gogh and i are on speaking terms

poetry is as natural as taking a shit & just as important for health

sometimes i can't get past myself & wonder who that fuck of an old man is staring at me in the mirror

whose Inglish is this


 

drive-in movies in the rain

windows rolled up fogged against the dark
sky & rain
rain on top of rain
an undulating wet of the macadam
the snack bar swing set and superslide
turned inward
reflecting upon the soul
car chases & girls in bikinis
& a level thought
of our destabilized climate
where rain means heavy storms
& storms are projected upon the screen
where light turns upon
the fogged up windows
& images fancy a wet night



Saturday, January 30, 2016

yes, virginia, there is life on mars

 

i am waiting

i am waiting for my close up

and to be beamed up

on the goodship

lollypop

Friday, January 29, 2016

walked by another dude holding another cardboard sign

try don't try try again

Thursday, January 28, 2016

walked by this dude all raggedy dressed in top hat and tails holding a cardboard sign

hey you, why the fuck do you want to be a famous poet

i did a double take and tripped over the curb

poetry is the thing
it is not the only thing

it bears repeating:

being a poet is not writing a poem, it is finding a new way to live
--paul lafleur

interview with one of my favorite poets ryszard krynicki

 

Monday, January 25, 2016

let me direct your attention to. . .

a final poem written by doug draime and published by the lit. zine dead snakes

[nine bows to both jonathan hayes for submitting it to the journal and the editor stephen jarrell williams for publishing it] 

Sunday, January 24, 2016

the x-files [reboot]

i haven't had my haircut for a few months.  it is getting longer, over my ears.  despite my age, and my grey, my hair is still rather thick.  i normally shellac my dome with product to manage the hairs on my scalp. when i do that i usually, along with my glasses, look like clark kent.  with my longer hair, at least for this weekend, i just let the motherfucker go, without any product.  anna likes it.  i don't know.  i am, i think, rocking the mad scientist look.

why so much shit about my hair.  cuz i'm vain, bitches!  or it could be because time changes us, and our attitudes.  despite this intro about my hair i am not so vain to worry about putting product in my hair to look like clark kent.  conversely, i was not a hardcore follower of chris carter's paranormal TV program  in the '90s.  i did watch a lot of it.  i love the spooky intro graphics and music by mark snow.   i just didn't dig the conspiracy theories espoused by agent fox mulder, played by david duchovny.

well, they are back, both mulder and dana scully, played by gillian anderson.  both have aged well.  but to get back to my hair in this opening paragraph mulder looks like he stepped off the set of CALIFORNICATION as fucked up novelist hank moody.  time, she don't let anyone stay the same.  mulder has this crazy goofy physical cool that is was absent on the original series.

what the fuck.  still, it was a delight to watch these two actors reunite under the familiar rubric of alien abduction and govt. conspiracies.  you want to know the worst conspiracy?  fucking televised football.  for i DVR'd tonight's episode titled 'my struggle'.  i was digging it.  mulder so looks and acts like hank moody that i half-expected duchovny's character to quaff a liter of whisky, snort a couple lines of coke, then bang a few ladies, then write a novella, before looking for UFOs.  but the football game ran ovetime.  i managed to get thru half the newly rebooted The X-Files.  goddam!

at any rate, the show looks great. fox and mulder pick up where we left off where the original program ended.  time changes us, and time looks after us, to quote a talking heads lyric.  and maybe, i'll let my hair grow to my shoulders or i will get it cut and put hair product in it.  the future is not a conspiracy.  it's a freaking mystery.