Permission 2

I like the things I surround myself with.

Permission

I like the way I see things.

Moved and Adjusting

Rothko and I have moved from our house of 11 years to an apartment in the same neighborhood.

I thought I would never do this sort of thing in this blog but I am just seeing if I can get used to accessing it with a new computer.

Starting soon there will be poetry and images on a regular basis. Hopefully there will be other pleasant surprises as well.

This kitchen is smaller than the foyer in the house we moved from.
This will eventually be a living room.
Everything is a jumble and will be for a while. Going from a large house to a small apartment is a challenge. We will do it.

Here's to the future.

July Short

The song
of your sisters
unnoticed absence
(escaping beauty)
sounds like
the poem
you wrote you
(my pretty)

Josie Hey Josie

Do you know the name of these lovely little volunteers that showed up in my yard beginning last year?

June Without Words (redux)

June Without Words

A Poem for the Month of June

Thank you
for the things you brought to me

your shoulders and your mouth
your face and your voice

the sacred warmth
of your hopeful lean.

Thank you
for your ideal feet in my nervous hands
the taste of your skin on my lips
the chill on the back of your neck.

I loved the summer and you.

For the things you brought to me
thank you.

More Papers from the Past

These papers are from around 1977. They were to be part of an exhibit to take place in a store front window. I think my idea was that they could be seen 24 hours a day.

John Searcy had a shoe repair shop in downtown Cincinnati. John was always a guitarist singer and songwriter extraordinaire. He just happened to be able to repair shoes too. The shop window was at his place on 8th Street.

All of the paintings were to have the shape of a guitar pick in them. The papers were all to be 8 1/2 X 11 and the frames were to be sheet protectors. I think the hanging apparatus was to be tape. I don't think they resemble any of J's early works.

Like many light hearted ideas the start is easy the finish is hard.

Art and Science

When a group

of physicists

showed up

in poets corner

of our

favorite library

they didn't

really look

out of place

some men of science

wanted help

finding

the formula

that proves

white is all colors

while being

no color at all

Or perhaps the poets

were definitely

out of place

when they went

to visit in

science and industry

of the physicists

favorite library

to get help

writing about

white having no depth

while its exquisite

whiteness

makes depth

possible

I guess it could be

tomorrow

and the

day after that

all of us taking

a place

in art and music

of your

favorite library

to research the

the never ending

richness of black

Old Paper

I have been going through things in order to prepare for a move soon. While packing I have found some not so interesting and a few interesting things that I have managed to hold onto for a while. The things that I still have in my possession at this time are usually from no longer ago than the very late 1970's. I do not seem to have many personal things from before then. I have moved too many times. Lost too many things. Misplaced too many things. Left too many things behind.

I was surprised when I found a piece of paper that has to be from a year or two before 1965. It is not a good drawing. I was sixteen/seventeen or even younger when I did it. It is apparent that I did not know what I was doing. I do know I wanted to be an artist. Or at least I wanted to live an artists lifestyle.

When I found it recently I had no idea that this piece of paper still existed let alone that it was in my possession. It was folded into a notebook from a much later period of time.

I am glad I found it at this time. My twelve year old son Rothko wants to be an artist. It is nice to see something I did in my teens. It will help me remember just how much work it takes to gain the abilities to do credible works of art.

Another One

I invited you here
to tell you
how I feel
about you
and people
and parts of this earth

and now
that you are here
I would like to
introduce you
to
some of
the thoughts
that entertained me
when we sat together
quietly





For those of you who have the boxed version of my book "Auspicious Circumstance" this will be familiar. Or maybe not if you haven't looked at the book since you got it.
It seemed an appropriate poem for what I want to do with this venue. Also I wanted to reintroduce you to my book if you have not looked at it lately. It is now over twenty years old.
A limited number of copies will be available again soon if you lost your copy.
If you know where your copy is and are still reading it please go to Amazon.com and review it. There are seven revues there but it would be nice to have forty seven.

More

One night

from the beginning

to the end

of my sleep

you stood in front

of a blackboard

writing out the explanations

for all the theories

involving the origin

of our universe

each time

I was close

to understanding

you erased the board

and began again