Tuesday, November 1, 2005
I can't believe it's November already. Time flies when you're having misery. I've got an upper respiratory thing going on. I got some Zicam stuff to see if that'll kick it. I'm hoping. I hate upper respiratory things, especially now that my blood sugar is out of whack.
Quote of the Day: "Kings had always been involving and impoverishing their people in wars, pretending generally, if not always, that the good of the people was the object."
-- Abraham Lincoln
One of only a few good Republican presidents. And now for something completely different: Bush the Rag Doll Abuse Chamber. I could play with this for hours. (Thanks, Em!)
The grandgirls came by last night. Here's what they looked like:
Friday, November 4, 2005
Well, the Zicam stuff seems to have worked okay. My upper respiratory stuff is kaput. Yay!
You noticed? It's been three days since I wrote something here. Part was not feeling well, part was having a lot of tedious things to take care of. It seems I never feel well this time of year to begin with, and adding to that this year is having to help with friends' issues, having my mom in the hospital, having a friend in the hospital, and just being run down and getting sick. Then there's the perpetual issue of my leg. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever feel well and comfortable and alert again.
Quote of the Day: "In order to rally people, governments need enemies. They want us to be afraid, to hate, so we will rally behind them. And if they do not have a real enemy, they will invent one in order to mobilize us. "
-- Thich Nhat Hanh - Vietnamese monk, activist and writer
I'm loathe to say it but I sort of feel a ground swell of opposition to the conservative infection in this country. We need to wipe the mildew of conservatism off the body politic with the bleach of clarity and truth. These blood-sucking, mean-spirited, hoarding bastards have held sway for far too long. It's time to bend the inclinations of the people back toward liberality and caring. We need to defeat greed, avarice, and the culture of schadenfreude.
Tuesday, November 8, 2005
The truly nasty autumn weather has set in. It's cool and damp and has me stiff and in pain. Can't wait till spring. We actually had a thunderstorm a while ago. Flash-booms and all. There was a nasty tornado in Indiana and Kentucky a couple days ago. Is this the right time of year for that kind of thing? We, as a species, have pretty much fucked up everything that can be fucked up, and now we're working on botching the weather. It's been said that nature will correct itself after we've killed ourselves and most of the other species off. I have my doubts about that. You think maybe we came here from Mars after ravishing it entirely?
Quote of the Day: "Shake off all the fears of servile prejudices, under which weak minds are servilely crouched. Fix reason firmly in her seat, and call on her tribunal for every fact, every opinion. Question with boldness even the existence of a God; because, if there be one, he must more approve of the homage of reason than that of blindfolded fear."
-- Thomas Jefferson
In the process of trying to make some room around here, I came across a box of old photographic negatives that had been missing for years. Some of the photos are from the early years of our marriage. Others are from the first 35mm SLR camera I owned -- 1968 or so. A lot of the negatives are damaged, probably from heat and damp. I'll have to see what I can do to restore the ones worth saving. I've borrowed a scanner that does negatives and slides so I can see what's on them. None are really scanning well. I have found a few I really want to restore. I'll post some of the photos here if I can get them in decent shape.
Bush and Dr. Evil should resign. The world (and the US) has had enough of them. They've set the country back 40 years. Roosevelt, Kennedy, Truman, Eisenhower, the founding fathers, and Martin Luther King are rolling over in their graves. What a sad state of affairs these merchants and shysters have created. Sure, they're in good shape now, but when the revolution comes. . .
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Long time between entries again. Mostly it's just that I don't feel like doing much of anything. I suppose it my seasonal funk setting in. The weather has been cooler and there's less light, so I start the downward spiral. Anybody got anything good to eat? I'm hungry and don't feel like cooking. Nothing appeals either.
Quote of the Day: "Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact."
-- Henry James
Life is worth living for the most part. Right now I can't point to much that really makes it so, but it must be 'cause I'm still around. Either that or I can't figure out where to send my resignation letter.
"Colorfully-See-Through-Leaf" (Corrosion Series)
The title for the above photo is a reference to my friend Liberty's blog: Colorfully See Through Head. She's a marvelous writer, a witty and wickedly wonderful woman. . . Okay, I'll quit with the alliteration. Check out her site sometime. She's like me in one respect, in that she doesn't write necessarily every day, but when she does, the little nuggets are pure gold (whereas in my case, they'd most likely be pyrite).
Saturday, November 19, 2005
It's been a whole week since I wrote something here. It was an experiment to see what things would be like if I didn't write for a week. I'm not really sure I learned anything at all from the experience. It actually looks like the number of visitors to my pages increased during the period when I didn't make any entries. The number of visitors is down considerably from last month, though. I expect it's more personal tone I've taken with my entries here this month, and the lack of pretty pictures to look at. I'd do better, but there's really very little I want to write about, and even less in the way of art, photographs, etc. that I want to show. My visual poetry is getting some notice. Bob Grumman included a sort-of review (see the November 18th and 19th entries) of my pieces in the latest issue of Dirt. I'm getting some notice in the avant-garde online press. I keep asking everyone the same question, to which no one has an answer: Now that I'm famous, where's the rich part?
"Blow Out (Corrosion Series)"
I watched a concert on the Logo channel last night. It's nice that Charter has a gay channel. It's only fair, I suppose. I hope Sarah McLaughlin isn't gay. I have the hots for her voice. My Gawd! What a voice! I've been listening to her for about 10 years. I first heard "Who Will Save Your Soul" I think in 1995 or 1996. I didn't know who she was since I heard the song on the digital cable radio that required a separate box, and that was after the remote that had a display that told who the artist was had been recalled. It was months, perhaps a year until I found out who she was. I bought one CD of hers, and I really wish I had all of them. The concert last night was fraught with way too many commercials. She is such an amazing performer. Her skin makes me think of ice cream. She has a voice that God would want if he could sing. She has a look in her eyes that the devil would sell his soul for. Only thing is she has a nose like a mockingbird's beak. Still, she's attractive and I still want to make love to her voice.
The weather has turned cold. Thanksgiving is next week. I suppose I should be shifting gears, doing more indoor things, but I hate being indoors here. I knocked over a stand I made as a sort-of tabouret yesterday, spilling a shit-load of things. I've gotten it all picked back up, with the help of Ann and Sean, but I still have to get it sorted and arranged back on the shelves. I want a real studio space so badly.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Bob Grumman had more about my two poems on his blog Sunday. I had written him a terse e-mail concerning something he had overlooked in the second of the poems. I've always been an adherent of the self-coined adage regarding poems (art, as well), Don't Pimp Da Poem. However, on occasion, when I feel like someone is totally missing the point of a piece or, in this instance, where a small thing that would take the interpretation into new areas has been missed, I almost feel obligated to say a word or two. I like my visual poems to have layers of meaning and potential for apprehension. The same goes for my collàge work, and even my paintings. Bob's grasp of the beauty inherent in a sewer/ewer begins to touch the intentional aspects of the work. The extentional properties of any work are beyond my ability to comment upon, or at least to adequately exhaust. I must leave that to others, and I can think of few others better equipped to so comment than Bob Grumman, Dan Waber, et. al. of the Spidertangle and Poetic e-mail groups.
This is the piece in question:
"Subtlety Is Not My Strong Point"
Quote of the Day: "If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise."
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
This whole discussion of the aesthetic properties of things, sewers in particular is one that has been going on in my psyche for over 30 years. In the fall of 1974 I enrolled in an undergraduated creative writing course at West Virginia University. I had written a poem that mentioned the idea that even sewer gas could be pleasing given the right circumstances. My professor, a young fellow whose Ph.D. hadn't been in existence long enough to require its first dusting -- may have possibly still been at the frame shop -- had a few nasty comments to make about that poem: he couldn't fathom how sewer gas might be pleasing under any circumstances. Additionally, he critiqued what I thought was one of the best poems I'd written with the comment, "So what?" Shortly after that, I dropped the class. Not too long after that I dropped out of the university and moved to Charleston. I didn't return to college for another 18 months.
Funny thing is I don't even remember that professor's name -- Grant, perhaps. Well, Dr. Asshole, my work has been displayed at Harvard and taught at the University of Iowa. Turns out I didn't particularly need your class. It probably would have convinced me that my ideas didn't matter since I didn't think the same way you do. A thin skin in useful in unexpected ways.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I rarely watch the news anymore. I used to keep close track of what's going on. Now things in the newspaper surprise me. I used to keep track of the news on my page, on MSNBC.com, on the local television stations, and on the 24-hour news channels. MSNBC is right-leaning. Fox News should rightly be called "The Ministry of Propaganda." CNN and the network news don't do a very good job of pursuing stories that I think are important. The online blogs and news outlets get tedious, especially with all the advertising. The local stations are all owned by right-wing nutcakes and the news operations reflect it. Channel 13 used to be in the center or a little left of, but since Bray (the sound a mule makes) Carey bought the station, it's a little to the right of Atilla the Hun. A couple weeks ago they cut to a weather report that they'd just done minutes before when the CBS Evening News was about to report on a creationist school board losing an election. I think I'll watch a Seinfeld rerun or nothing at all at six and eleven from now on. I hate watching national news for the fear that GWB will appear and make me nauseous before I can change the channel. I'll just watch hockey and movies and Benny Hill and read the paper for my news.
Quote of the Day: "When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace."
-- Jimi Hendrix
A trip to the doctor is in order tomorrow morning so I'd better get to bed. There have been a lot of things I wanted to write about over the past few days, but I never made it to the keyboard in time so they all evaporated. I suppose sometime this week I'll make an entry that isn't complaining about the political landscape or life in general. Then again, maybe not. . .