I’m thrilled that S.A. Griffin has accepted one of my poems for inclusion in his Poetry Bomb project, touring the nation this spring. Read about the Bomb here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/feedarticle/8966236. Here’s hoping he stops by northern Ohio with it….
I’ve got this brown leather journal I call Compost Pile 2009-2010. Here’s a short piece from it, written in October 2009, around the same time I wrote a poem called “Both, er…” — which I thought I’d already blogged but now can’t find online (maybe I’ll post it next). I added the last word to this poem on 10/16 (at first it ended with “Be”) and the title today.
(Ain’t Too Proud to Be) Egg
Yeah, now you know why it’s in the Compost Pile.
Here’s another (written 15 July 2009 at LCCC’s Spitzer Conference Center) that’s more finished — though its merit remains debatable. The last word was originally “Struggling,” but I changed it on 6 August. Its best line (arguably) was stolen from Robert Fripp, who (I discovered today) stole it from Prince Far I:
I don’t see clearly
Minding the child within
Understanding only obliquely
Under heavy manners
Here’s a page from Compost Pile 2009-2010 with early versions of 2 poems you might recognize from my blog
[An eye coo writ sometime in the autumn of 2009, but tweaked today]
Khalil Gibran speaks,
I try to listen, ears full
of unripened corn.
Issue 24 — just published this week — features art, poetry, and photos (plus a review) by thirty-some artists from around the world, including several of my favorites. I’m thrilled to be in such company, and in such a beautifully conceived and executed publication (thanks and many kudos to editor/publisher Lady K!). Contributors include: Bro Vic, Cathleen Daly, Geoffrey Landis, Steve Goldberg, Nick Traenkner, Charles Spano, Steve Thomas, Mary Weems, Wednesday Kennedy, J Williams, Max, Jerie Green, George Wallace, Andrew Boerum, Mike Finley, Kimmydbones, Joe Balaz, Mark Kuhar, Christine M. Brooks, Cheryl Townsend, Herbert, Marcus Bales, Heller Levinson, Michael Grover, Jim Lang, Larry Smith, Mary Hughes, Peter Leon, Andrew Boerum, Robert Scotto (with Yuyutsu RD Sharma), Lady K, Steven B. Smith, and me. Wow! Check it out at www.thecitypoetry.com.
And it’s even slightly longer than the version that appeared in the paper on 20 February:
[I ain’t Jesus. Never was. To read previous chapters, including a lengthier disclaimer, click here.]
I have a bottle
of sleeping pills
under my attic
floor boards —
I forget the date
on them, it might
be 2007, but I’m
fairly certain the
hundred or more
tablets can still….
Maybe I’ll crush a bunch of them into lines and snort them fastasIcan
after swallowing ten or so — don’t want too many in my stomach lest
That way if you find me in the attic —
highly unlikely since you never
go up there and won’t think
I’m home because my
car will be parked a
few blocks away
and I’ll have
note saying I’ve moved to West
Virginia and taken my Toshiba
laptop Yamaha and Korg pianos
a bag of toiletries and clothing —
and after you find me get me to the hospital in time
for them to pump out my stomach asfastastheycan
Thanks to Brian Lisik of the Sun-News for what might be the best article about me in the press ever! It appears in today’s (18 February’s) Brunswick Sun. You can see a pdf of the front page here: http://www.cleveland.com/sun/pdfs/brunswicksun.pdf. Did he really say Bukowski and Kerouac?
The 2nd page of the piece doesn’t appear to be online yet — but there’s a good chance the whole thing will show up eventually at http://www.cleveland.com/brunswicksun. I drove to a gas station in Brunswick this afternoon and bought six copies.
Thanks again to the Brunswick Art Works (and organizer Cheryl Srnka) for hosting my recent reading at Dunkin Donuts! Here’s more video footage from that event — me reading “Low Kay Shun,” as recorded by Dianne Borsenik:
If you awakened
to find me on your vine dead,
would you rue your sleep?
Thanks to Dianne Borsenik for capturing this footage at my recent reading hosted by the Brunswick Art Works at Dunkin Donuts. In this clip I read three recently blogged poems: Perfection Per Fiction, Dish Work and Dry Cast (click the titles to read the texts):