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The challenge was to write one poem in two different voices. I had a month but procrastinated so had to do it in a day. Here’s the result:
A Day: A Conversation of Love
Don’t leave me.
I never do, not really.
When you rise in the morning, your warmth,
I feel it spreading across my body.
And you watch me, as I leave, but still I’m with you,
As I start my day – and yours.
My shores kissed, I wish I felt this all the time.
What’s mine is yours, do not forget. Even at my farthest distance,
I find ways to creep into your darkest places.
My face is golden, alit with your grace.
Though, it is too short a moment.
Your journey, an illusion. All day I see you,
Your faint touch remains.
Just stay, right there. I’m coming back.
My snowcaps cool, you soothe me with your return.
Your earth is my solace. I savor the last rays that reach out and kiss your skin.
I’m in heaven. Let’s stay like this forever?
Or even better, let’s continue our cycle,
And cherish every sunrise, for it is something new.
In honor of restarting my tumblr… I’m posting the first thing I wrote when I decided to start this site approximately 4 years ago. It’s a little indulgent, and somewhat unfortunate considering the juxta-position of the subject matter with my several-year absence from actively updating this blog…
FIRST BLOG… better be important
It occurred to me, as I stared at the blank text window which tumblr provided me to write my “blog” (I have to put it in quotes for a bit until I’m completely comfortable using the term), that I’m not exactly sure WHAT I’d like to blog about right now. I just know that I’d like to start one. Therefore I cannot, at the moment, try to write on a subject, or idea, or issue or theme, that I think would be interesting and worth another person’s time to read. SO, I can quickly conclude that I’m not starting a blog JUST to voice my strong opinions about things or to try to say something incredibly important or profound (though I can’t promise that won’t happen). Otherwise I’d have plenty to write.
While it may be completely unoriginal to say so, it seems my desire to start a blog stems from my interests in writing, photography, and generally humoring and/or moving people (emotionally, not from place to place). In terms of writing, I in no way consider myself incredibly proficient, nor do I consider myself a complete numb-nuts (I just spent five minutes trying decide if “numb-nuts” was appropriate and/or accurate). I’ve written some poems. Most of them aren’t great, but I feel the good ones are above average, and some of the bad ones are slightly below average (of course, many are brilliant in their awfulness). The same might be said of the few short stories, short plays, and symphonies that I’ve written (okay, the last one was a lie… the only symphony I wrote was a masterpiece). BUT, what makes me feel even slightly competent as a writer is that I can frequently, in hindsight, identify WHY they’re bad. I’m not sure that makes me a great writer. But, hopefully it means I have the capacity to become at least a GOOD writer at some point. And photography, well… it’s an expensive artistic hobby so I just do the best with what I’ve got - namely, a more than adequate but not top of the line digital camera AS WELL AS, and more importantly, a 1981 Canon AE Program given to me by my parents on my 21st birthday. And while the later is one of the greatest gifts I’ve received, I also recognize that developing film will only become less convenient and less affordable over time. If anyone has a brand new digital SLR they’d like to donate to my hobby, my hobby would be most appreciative. It would probably send you at least a thank you card… with a picture in it (a picture of a bear shark stolen from the internet with the caption “Michael Says HI!”).
I think I need to start a blog for one major reason. Accountability. Most artists need to stay on task, and cultivate their expressive interests, if they expect to stay happy and productive over a long stretch of time. Obviously, any good artist becomes less so (whatever that means) if they get lazy. Artists (and people for that matter) MUST stay busy to progress. Well, most anyway. The artists that can sit around for years, do nothing, then pop out something incredible, like it just suddenly dawned on them how to create a piece of visual art that both represents the everyday struggle of nine year old def kids while at the same time analyzes the Israeli/Palestinian struggle in a fresh peace-producing perspective, ought to be thought of as equal parts artist, magician, and prophet - Argiciaphets.
I tell myself that I need to write more, or create more, to get better (and feel better), which is true. But I know, like many people, and with most things, if I’m only doing it for myself, I’m unlikely to do it at all. (This was glaringly obvious last August when I attempted to stage a one man performance of Search and Destroy by Howard Korder, for myself. I’d like to blame it on the fact that I couldn’t secure the rights - Dramatist play service said that my bedroom was not an approved performance space. BUT, that would be only partially true.)
So, in closing, this blog is an attempt to keep me honest in my other artistic hobbies, namely writing and photography… with the occasional political ramblings, funny video sharing, important advice posting, and general rabble rousing tossed in. If there was a way to transfer my BIGGEST artistic hobby of decoupaging word puzzles from old Highlights magazines onto old journals that I never really started… believe me, I’d contribute my first 12 volume set in monthly installments. Until then, thank you for keeping me on task.
(And thank you for spending your time reading my first blog - in which I spent the entire time talking about myself. I’m officially something that annoys me.)
It’s been far too long, so this photo album needed to happen. These are various landscapes from 29 Palms CA, Washington MO, and one from Los Angeles.
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I just spent an hour typing up what I thought was an incredibly interesting blog on the nature the homeless in Los Angeles… sort of. Apparently, Tumblr felt otherwise because it deleted my entry (before I had a chance to publish it) the instant I strayed away to an already opened and separate navigation window.
Here’s the abbreviated version:
After three years of living in Los Angeles, I’ve noticed that I’ve begun to hold my breath as I walk by homeless people, which is most likely the result of walking by too many people in LA that smelled like urine. I feel awful about it. It’s something I don’t notice until after I’ve already done it and most likely the result of a stimulus-response style behavior pattern. I fear that today I might be holding my breath but tomorrow I might be closing my eyes.
I hope that never happens.
(be thankful you didn’t have to read the extended version… I think it may have been boring, in hindsight)
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A Fallen House
Taken on film, Canon AE1 Program
(taken on film with my Canon AE1 Program)
City in a Stadium
St. Louis, MO
(my sunburned baldness is starting peel… it’s officially summer)
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