Photographis: September 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Johnny Raducanu - Adio, Mr. Jazz!

Johnny Răducanu / portrait/ pastel

Johnny Răducanu - In Memoriam

December,1/ 1931 – September, 19 /2011

He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.

I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.

He offered me a branch like an arm.

I offered him my arm like a branch.

He tipped his trunk towards me

like a shoulder.

I tipped my shoulder to him

like a knotted trunk.

I could hear his sap quicken, beating

like blood.

He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.

I passed through him.

He passed through me.

I remained a solitary tree.

a solitary man.

Unwords

Nichita Stãnescu

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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Argos, Love and The Theory of Waiting

My best friend said once:

'This is how I would envision Argos, the dog

of Odysseus. Waiting for his master by the

side of the wine dark sea.

Argos was a young dog when Odysseus left to

fight at Troy. When Odysseus returned twenty

years later, Argos could no longer walk. He

saw Odysseus, smiled (in my mind), wagged

his tail and died. Such is life.'

(In Greek mythology, Argos was Odysseus' faithful dog.

He waited for his master's return to Ithaca for over a decade while most presumed Odysseus dead.

He was the first to recognize the King returning from the Trojan War, even though Odysseus was disguised as a beggar to discover what was going on in his palace during his absence.

It was said that as soon as Argos recognized his master, he dropped his ears and did his best to wag his tail. Having fulfilled his destiny of faith by laying his eyes upon his master once more, he released a final wimper and died. )

Waiting at the station.

Waiting for the right moves.

Waiting in the basement.

Waiting for the right cues.

Waiting in a daydream.

Waiting in this slipstream.

Waiting...

Waiting in the right bars.

Waiting in the right shoes.

Waiting in a fast car.

Waiting in the airports,

waiting for my air-miles.

Waiting in slow motion,

coming through the turnstiles...

Waiting with the orphans.

Waiting for the bee stings,

they tell me that success brings.

Waiting in the half-light.

Waiting through your whole life.

Waiting for an ideal, a low deal, a no deal.

Play your stereotype, oh yeah...

And if you ever find the time,

you know I'm not far behind.

And if you ever need someone,

I'll still be waiting...

Just waiting, for a friend.

Waiting...

I said it's alright!

It's alright, my friend...

Just waiting...

Devlins - Waiting Lyrics

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Collapse Into Now - Life for Sale

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders. Convenient.

I am made by my times, I am a creation of now, shaken with the cracks and crevices

I'm not giving up easy, I will not fold, I don't have much, but what I have is gold....

I saw your face...

I like you, love you, every coast of you.

I've seen your eddies and tides and hurricanes and cyclones.

Low ebb tide and high, full moon. Up close and distant.I read you.

Had enough to drink to make my own party, all my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep

Look, the sky, the sea, the ocean, the sun, the moon.

Breathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window open. Drift. Drift away. Into now.

I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brothers proud. My sisters proud.

I want me. I want it all. I want sensational. Irresistible.

I sing in platinum, I dress in brass, I eat in zinc

This is my time and I am thrilled to be alive.

Living. Blessed. I understand.

Twentieth century: Collapse Into Now

I can be bad poet, street poet

A sun makes shadows

All over your face

As you sit

Naked and blue

Into me

Colapse into Now / BLUE/ lyrics / REM

Life for Sale/ photo experiment .

'Yellow circus left the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mug/The ties that bind, ha ha/I can be bad poet/Street poet/ Shit poet/Kind poet too/Subway/Almost 4AM/Halloween night/

Had enough to drink to make my own party

All my fellow writers in half costume, half asleep

Half silly, gone to seed

I don't mark my time with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders

Convenient

I am made by my times

I am a creation of now

Shaken with the cracks and crevices

I'm not giving up easy

I will not fold

I don't have much

But what I have is gold