Monthly Archives: August 2013

I’ve been working on a long piece of what is called “speculative fiction” and the d/l for the contest, which I will not win, is Sep 1st   Till then

Geographies of Life and DeathJohn McCleodWood, marble, and stone How much do I rememberHow much do  I thinkI rememberHowmuchdoIthinkIrememberHow much is lost in the timeit takes tonot write This resembles a forestwhich I rememberfrom when I resembled a boyand wanted … Continue reading →

Last Poem Dedicated to Scott Norman Rosenthal, of course Everything endseverything beginsright now is the middle where it turns to where it burns towhere it goeswho knows memories lie buried in these wallsghosts of open readingsgusts of bloetryremember Lamontremember RJremember … Continue reading →

Another Art Poem   Portrait of Leslie W. MillerThomas Eakins 1901 Part of the time and the memoryis trying to knowwhere the memory belongs at a certain ageyou see other lives , memoriesit can be comforting this other lifemay be … Continue reading →

Returned from vermont yesterday. back on the Blog tomorrow have done a lot of writing

Upon being refused admission to an art museum   The Perelman Building Closed at fivenot availablecome back another day this was the lastday of membershipwill not renewal you should of calledcheckedreviewed no words of explanationno nods of resignationwe all…just…work here … Continue reading →

Don’t use Pen Sharply shortly said sheDon’t use pento write I was taking notesof artto later write of don’t use pendon’t use heartdon’t write read breathe don’t read write breathethere is no day past todayday past todayno door beyond tonite- From 3-1-09revised 8-16-13 prevented from … Continue reading →

 This was one of the poems rejected with my first Literary submission in a few years I personally thought it was good, but…   Planning to send out one submission per week, however   In a Resto Bar in Altona … Continue reading →

Edward Charles Tarbell1862-1938 Thirty eight years in two centuriesClassical/ impressionistBoston /Europeand what lies unknown  In the Orchard, 1891his wife, others,now disremembered What would he have learned nowWhere would his art benow What would he have taught and what would we have learned   Beyond  … Continue reading →

The Death Cart.  Gallery 110Philadelphia Museum of ArtCarretta de la MuerteArtist unknown New Mexico 1880-1990   So little is knownthough probably a PenitentDeath  was paraded through the streetsto remind This was an age beforethe clash and crash of mediawords, then, … Continue reading →