Saturday, March 15, 2014

More Brautigan

Still thinking about the poet, I came across a poem that I wrote about 16 years ago.  It was inspired and influenced by ol' Richard...

Your Poetry

Oh Mr. Brautigan,
You speak a language
I think I understand
the lines are short, wise, and bittersweet
Perfect for my attention span.

Remembering Richard Brautigan

I discovered Mr. Brautigan's simple, poignant, and funny poems when I was working at Abandoned Planet Bookstore in the Mission District of San Francisco back in the late 90's.  Employees were allowed to browse and borrow books and I took full advantage of the benefits.  Richard took me to a place where I laughed at the ridiculousness of life's obscurities.  He wasn't afraid to point at what I took notice of but would keep to myself.  He made me realize that it was okay to be blunt, short and to the point in my writing.  But he takes the cake in flowery simplicity.  Sigh...I adore Richard Brautigan and have a slight crush on him.  I was sad when I had exhausted all of my borrowed book possibilities, including the local library. 

I need to buy some of your books so that I can revisit you, at my leisure, Mr. Brautigan.

Anyways, I came upon this poem which I find beautiful...

Gee, You're So Beautiful
That It's Starting to Rain

Oh, Marcia,
I want your long blonde beauty
to be taught in high school,
so kids will learn that God
lives like music in the skin
and sounds like a sunshine harpsichord.
I want high school report cards
      to look like this:
Playing with Gentle Glass Things
Computer Magic
Writing Letters to Those You Love
Finding out about Fish
Marcia's long blonde beauty
Reprinted in The Pill versus The Springhill Mine
Disaster, copyright 1968 by Richard Brautigan.

Saturday, July 6, 2013


My studio has moved back into my home and I'm in the serious process of decluttering.  I unpacked this very old piece titled "Flock".  The birds were all hand sculpted out of low fire clay and fired in a little kiln that I used to have.  It is a little broken, bent, and discolored, yet still whimsical. 

Thursday, June 20, 2013

More Warm Fuzzies

I am moving out of my studio after being there for almost two years.  I'm feeling a little sad and overwhelmed.  I love the bright space with its big windows.  The area outside my door is green and peaceful.  There are humming birds buzzing around outside all day.  Little peeping finches flit and feed off the flowers of a tree that is right in front of where I sit.  I love hearing and watching them. 

But it is time to go and everything is going back into my home.  I think I'm coming back with more stuff.  Definitely more art and there is nowhere to put it.  I have no wall space.  I also don't have proper ventilation in my kitchen and things on the walls tend to get a thin layer of greasy dust after a while.  I can't hang my art on the walls, especially the works on raw canvas.

There's nowhere to even put my chop saw.  It's going to be in the living room.  Ugh.  How uncozy is that?

So in my panic to get as much done in the studio before I leave, I am finishing up things that take up a lot of space while working on them.  I'm finishing up past projects that just need a little more done before I can put them to rest.  I'm tying up loose ends so I can return to my current body of work without the looming cloud of unfinished business.

Monday, May 13, 2013

The Enigmatic Vivian Maier

Wow, blogging once a week did not last long at all. I got so busy with my day job, taxes, and actual studio time, that I haven't sat down at my computer for a long time. One of these days I have to edit the "piles" of photos that I have in my files.

Speaking of photos, My friend sent a link to this astounding story about a photographer, Vivian Maier. Thousands of her undeveloped negatives were found inside a storage locker purchased at auction. John Maloof is the fortunate soul who discovered these treasures. Vivian never lived to witness the appreciation for her photos, but John has been hard at work bringing this woman's amazing photography to the public eye. Lucky for us.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Where We At?

I LOVE this track featuring Derrick Carter. It was especially appropriate for the end of last year and the beginning of this year. I can't find the version that I really enjoy on a mix that I've been playing, but this one is good too.

The lyrics are what really move me:

As I stop, and take the time
To inventory, the inside of my mind
I realize, its not as full as it used to be.
With images of justice, or desires of liberty
The world has changed, or is it me that's new?
A different set of morals from a different set of clues
So still I wonder, is this all there is to life?
The ever changing cycles, in a world that's damp and ripe
There must more, yeah my heart I hold to this
I've known the joy of love and I've seen the peace and bliss
But as you know, all things must end, except the need for faith
And the spirit that's within to keep you strong
Move forward with power, program yourself to feel
With depth enough to know whats up and heart to sense the real

Where you at?

As I stop, for the frame we set aside
Below the bassline a secret place awaits for us to hide.
To pass the time as the war goes on-and-on.
A post-apocalyptic sunset, a post-apocalyptic dawn.
Of just a thought of the world we once possessed
A place that wasn't honest was just a house with an address.
A false existence, wrought with fear and mistrust, a life inside a box
No life inside of us.
Find your soul, use your inner voice,
The road less traveled, is now the path of choice.
Realize, with time comes change
New attitudes, new values, priorities rearranged.
Move forward with power, program yourself to feel
With depth enough to know whats up and heart to sense the real.

Where you at?

Sunday, February 17, 2013

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