Year: 2005
The Winogrand Approach in Writing
Posted on January 20, 2005 in Writing
If I have to waste my time working on an article for which I have been given the go-ahead by an editor, I want to see it printed.
Cruel Fucks At A Reading
Posted on January 20, 2005 in Compassion Poetry
When the young woman they drafted for the reading collection came around to me with the hat, I put in a dollar for the poets.
Am I Obscene?
Posted on January 20, 2005 in Photography
But it comes on a day when shit seems to have the power to evaporate and come down as rain.
Nightmare on Glassell
Posted on January 20, 2005 in Compassion Poems Poetry
I have a hard time getting over being shamed in public and have a hard time talking to the person I’ve been castigated for hurting, even if they don’t feel hurt.
This won’t count
Posted on January 20, 2005 in Poems
You were walking a red dog
and you’d grown breasts.
Glassell Street
Posted on January 19, 2005 in Prose Arcana Travels - So Cal
I was in a state. (A slam poet bursts in from the sides and ripostes “Yeah, California!”)
Sequential Photography
Posted on January 19, 2005 in Evolution & Creation Photography Photos
Robbert Flick works the concept in his own way.
Googled Out of My Mind
Posted on January 19, 2005 in Google Eyes
The hardest fight I fight on this blog is keeping the Google citations in my recent referrers list to a minimum.
Two Dreams
Posted on January 18, 2005 in Dreams
1. The other night, I dreamed that my father stole my pale green Volkswagen Beetle — a car I drove a long time ago, back in North Carolina. I walked out of the parking lot of my high school and ended up next to a Spanish style fountain. My brother came to kidnap me. He fastened a black handcuff to my wrist. Many people grabbed my other arm and pulled against him. The police came. He had a friend on the force, but they arrested him.
2. Today I dreamed that I lived in an apartment done in shattering neon red and purple tones. The bathroom had two showers. It also opened onto an indoor shopping mall. I discovered that one of my showers was being used by a strange woman who lived in the mall. I took her in, allowed her to share my soft bed. She looked like she was pregnant but her best friend told me that she was rotting through with a venereal disease.
An Old Waterskin
Posted on January 18, 2005 in Depression
I get tired of hearing how other people are “smart, too.”
Resolved….
Posted on January 18, 2005 in Whimsies
How could I have gone clear through to the end of January without declaring a resolution?
