Saturday, December 31, 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Winterday 39

present in progress
(Mike + Doug Starn's alleverythingthatisyou 8)

Wintereve 38.5

Yesterday, I stopped by the University of Arizona's Poetry Center, one of my fave places on earth. There's a great installation on display which was supposed to have been dismantled in September, but the PC staff as well as the artist decided to keep it up indefinitely. It consists of a few kites with paper-chain "tails" that wind up puddling underneath. The artist has asked for community participation by either writing messages of peace on rings that are already there or by adding new ones. I did some of each, and then spent some time sitting there, reading from Brian Turner's newer book Phantom Noise, and staring out the 40-foot windows into a palewintermorning sun. Here is some of what I did there:




The red strip read thusly:

you
*
child at elbow
*
nose pressed to glass
*
fingers swim up
stream through
blond tunnel
of hair
*
cookie batter licked
off beaters
*
pine tree needles
poky
*
slow smile
*
the parted spine of
your favorite book
*
me

Friday, December 23, 2011

Winterday 38

my day in pictures (from top):
hallowed ground (UA Poetry Center)
perma-installation Speak Peace by Kim Largey
sunset falling near the airport
Tucson / 12.22.11

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Winterday 37

present in process
(my fave kind of photo: text, warped, reflective)

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Friday, December 16, 2011

Winterday 32

Heath meets some neighbors / new house / winter day
and,
anxious dogs
north of Tucson / 12.11.2011

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Monday, December 12, 2011

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Winterday 23

Short Version

they say poetry
follows quick and quietly
but not while I shop.

Winterday 22

Long Version

To do:
return too-small dog sweater*
find bigger one
buy Tylenol.

thirtyish minutes later, loudspeakeroutvoicing I should prob
ably bring my gluttony to the front, layout my purchases for
the world to see**, hunched over crappyplastic*** cart and sev
enth or 12th on line****, said craplastic cart spillingoverflow with
crappycrap from China******, twotoo****** many bottles of drugs
and enough twinseled garland that you just might thinktank*******
that Texas is on fire again on aisle 5. Eighty5$$******** and swoo
shed out of doors.

It's cold out, and maybe in
a way that should make me think
think . . . of
romance and fireside chats and doublecabledknitted tonguetied sweat
ers, and maybe those things do occur to me.

Aftered footnotes, et al:
* It's really a vest, quilted as if Katy might need quilted protection.
** Bean dip, cheese dip, pink glittered sticks. Snickering nearby.
*** I'm still ruminating on hives. JD, if you're reading this, you & the project are in my thoughts, but the good kind of thoughts that are running loose without judgment and confined quarters.
**** I think I might be an eastcoast-er. I'm snobby enough to be one. But likely too heavy to be successful with it.
***** I'm usually very selective with buying imports.*
****** I hope my tutu comes any daynow.
******* I belong with smarter people, creative people, not taking calls from pissy "customers."
******** The opposite of mindfulness.

* No, I'm not. But I wish I was. See **.

Thursday, December 1, 2011