things I thought I might do

December 29, 2014 § Leave a comment

Looking back (jan 2014) to look ahead; things (in no particular order) I would did will do:

1)two print poetry books; eve lott’s, freedom & lewis carroll’s, jabberwocky
2)gray matters, a multi-media (I think) book of poems and color palettes about gray and gray matter
3)not for me, a multi-media (possibly) book of poems about my buddy jc
4)mrs clark’s bread recipe, 8 X 8 poem/broadside/poster/godknowswhat for erratica 3
5)finish the crow posters, (including setting text of one of don’s dying poems)
6)edit house and home poems

SO, perfectly wow! is, not only did I (in no particular order) accomplish much of what I set out to do ❇︎and more❋ but that it hardly looks like what I thought it would, which is of course, (as I say often) the art and heart of it, or the earth and hearth of it, and here I go


into the morphs which are next year’s things (I think) I might (in no particular order) do which speaks directly to my trajectory and how what I do is mostly reflection of, and on, the goings along

so next year’s buzzword/k/s are:


and of course a Print Poetry or two is in the works as well.



sides of a quoin

December 27, 2014 § Leave a comment


December 10, 2014 § Leave a comment


Listening to the rain, Clara brushed the day’s work from her hair. She 
surveyed the house again, looking for anything left undone. Baxter,
the old spaniel trailed her, restive.

She bathed.
Dressed with measure.
Heated a brandy.

“Time to go now,” she said, turning off lights.

By midnight the river was in the parlor.

collaborating and the art of it

December 1, 2014 § 2 Comments

In one of the many conversations about her (Lindy Low Le Coq) illuminating the V, I said she could spread out all over the page, that I didn’t care if it migrated into what might otherwise seem like the margin or the binding space, which is in fact what I meant,

b u t not e x a c t l y as it turned out since I didn’t want to poke a stitching hole into some very important part of her drawing, as if it were some kind of mistake, or disrespect, or not knowing what the hell I was, (or she was, or we were,) doing

and as the magic of it would be, the serif on the V was smack right kiss my ass exactly where the top hole was supposed to go, ack! or so it seemed at first glance, as in wrong,

until I realized that was a cross-X-purpose, which is to say once headlong into a project there is at some point no wrong, just another set of problems to embrace and to solve, and a forcing of ones hand at that whole business of other ways to look at it


and after ‘ohmygod what am I going to do?’ I decided since the pages were printed only on one side there was no reason they all needed to be recto (on the right side), and if I were to bind it as a verso page (on the left side) it would completely alleviate the problem of poking a hole in the V’s serif,
butand it would mean coming up with a facing page so it would sit as a glorious two page spread, which would give it some sense, and balance in a book that otherwise was completely one sided (!)

meanwhile also going on in the background was the book in its entirety still didn’t seem a cohesive whole,  and I had been looking for, or waiting for, just the right I didn’t know exactly what to tie it all together without it then seeming like I was telling a reader what the whole book should be saying as if I weren’t trusting you to get it, or trusting that I’d successfully gotten my ideas across, so

how exquisitely sweet it was then to come up with a just and unassuming solution to do both, which had I been oh so perfectly clear in the first place I would have missed

oh the art of it all




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