unknown photos- part 1

found some old fotos by unknown persons, have to do some detective work.....here's a sampling:

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ice9091
Originally uploaded by dizzyludwig.

wandering about on the frozen tundra near a cold ugly world

warm snow, cool air

the backyard at dusk---coming later and later, oh boy!

amazing yummy tea, Chai is not new to me, so it must be the "masala" part...

Considering the fourth pair of sox

Rattle and thump at the front door but its only the wind

loud sound of clear air over the wings of the C-130 low overhead

Thick Towel against the window blow

3 below lullaby tea

(“ask a stranger why I’m waiting in the chamber of a gun” “ I’d like to be tha b ig black bird sitting in ypoonder tree….I wish Iw was that river rolling on cdown to the sea, I wish I was that cold hard stone” and other songs of ravens)

Cold knees predictions of doom

Snowy River Times

He found a pea in his pocket, in the pocket of his shirt
Prince’s pine, prince in the pines
The schools were closed because of sickness

A dried leaf of mint , remaining scent of summer visitors tossing back their whiskeys among the furniture

Down the dark hollow through the snowy cold, winter train flings –squeals shapes shidft something somewthig ---past at the bottom of the hollow at the end of the winter fhollow lies Spring
In the light of the sewage house where the sewage lives
Thast we have sent
That we have all sent

White cat runs between our cars on the backstreet in the wintery cold in the dark
The white cat between us

Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or thw ings of an angel so big

A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, I t is a kabuki dance
Mary must mourne molly

Snow.

It snowed!

rack straw

It finally has been snowing and acting like January!

My friend Anne has created a website for a new science fiction anthology. Here is her description:
"Rackstraw Press was created in response to the Terrorism Act of 2006 - the controversial ban on the glorification of terrorism in the UK.
This Act is opposed by people from many political parties as an attack on free speech. Government protests that it will only be used if someone directly incites terrorism have been regarded as implausible by lawyers who point to the many other laws which currently cover this action.
Science fiction is a political genre. There are many science fiction writers who have already written novels and stories which could be considered in contravention of the law.... If you care about free speech, have a look at rackstrawpress.org "

pet the puppy trial

Click here to get your own Protopuppy

1. Feed Protopuppy a bone
(either place it on the ground or over his head)

2. Play fetch with the ball
(either place it on the ground or throw it into the distance)

3. Pet Protopuppy
(try clicking both his head and his body)

in indiana

in indiana nine hundred nine round trip miles away is america looking back at you as pins fall with a clatter and the balls roll on and the golden beans and corn fall higher and higher in the piles outside silos and elevators...

we eat our eggs and drive on leaving natives who might have been trying to secure america for over five hundred years in the warm bowling alley

Benton Central

Benton Central School, Oxford Indiana

refurbishing their planetarium dome

round and round and round until it is hard to find the door white and whiter, scrubbing and dipping and rolling

On friday night it pours and slams wind and rain...and the next morning the wind still blows out here on the prairie, through the door, through our bones...we ask the crew putting up wreaths whither there is a cafe

long tired road

large slow coon, bulky, bruising, lumbering, tramping and a slow deer in the long tired road...
how much money have you made
turnips, cabbages, pickles, peanuts

commerce

The Junior League of Youngstown held its ‘‘Celebrating the Mahoning Valley” ART SHOW AND SALE featuring the work of area artists on the fourth floor of The Youngstown Club, The Commerce Building, 201 E. Commerce St., Youngstown. The event showcased the unveiling of the 2007 calendar ‘‘Celebrating the Mahoning Valley,’’ a silent auction with pieces donated by artists and an open house of the league’s new offices. JLY, 201 E. Commerce St., Suite 320, Youngstown, 44503. Calendars are $5 available at the office.

http://www.gregbrown.org/gblyricsevening.html#bucket
...aw...we thunk he chanted not "jubilee" but "junior league"
"Put it in the mail, sail it on the sea,Dress it up and send it to the jubilee -"

skybows

torn pillow slipcase, a sky bow faint in the evening overhead

green mountain apple

eating the sweet green apple carried to the top of Borestone Mountain and back and ridden 1000 miles away

with much hard work by D the stove is in business

thunder and snow

drool at the breakfast table
a polibot calls, it wants us to know that there are labelling errors on the ballot (THE November 7 ballot) and hanging up, there's a sweep of profound sadness that makes me want to cry
october thunder
thunder and blowing snow

Jackie's yurt
crack of thunder, slash of wind, splee of snow.....
the made up language of cormac mcarthy

http://www.foodsecurity.org
http://www.mycitywheels.com
http://www.singulartists.com/artist_p/petula_clark_lyrics/dont_sleep_in_the_subway_lyrics.html
"You wander around
on your own little cloud
when you don't see the why
or the wherefore.
Ooh, you walk out on me
when we both disagree
'cause to reason is not what you care for.
I've heard it all a million times before.
Take off your coat, my love, and close the door.
Don't sleep in the subway, darlin'.
Don't stand in the pouring rain.
Don't sleep in the subway, darlin'.
....You try to be smart
then you take it apart
'cause it hurts when your ego is deflated.
.....You don't realize
that it's all compromise
and the problems are so over-rated.
Good-bye means nothing when it's all for show.
So why pretend you've somewhere else to go?
PETULA CLARK Don't Sleep In The Subway Lyrics

http://www.singulartists.com/artist_p/petula_clark_lyrics/dont_sleep_in_the_subway_lyrics.html

art rain

wet-leaved-trees, gold and dropping; a squishy wet coon all pink in the center of the road, a soggy kitty lying in the rain, a wet chocolate lab amblets alongside flooded oak savannah, bird-dog
Blue faded industrial buildings where he used to work, right there is where in the cool air they broke and spoke of poetry...bright fires glowing and sparking in the night.
Janice sews our curtains. Tell David about the witch.
circuitcity woolybear all squished--what were you doing there?!
Red potato rolling across the floor.
sweet light crude---a most beauteous phrase of my times, say it over and over. and overMissing large beds, nuturing vegetable growth and entering pies in apple festivals...

spinning way out

congo font
pumpkins and cat ladies
dizzy, spinning
marks
mirrors
cold noses
nothing for months
We want to print the Lake.
crucified on the highways of ohio
going where they hear the noise and bang on the door
your aunt on the phone and hobo girls trail their marks

an album of latest artwork

artwork

yet another of the endless coolest toys people are coming up with out there.... have yet another look at my stuff.

cold and calling for snow...trying to finish up Lanark's adventure for Celie

north country

north under Canada in the dark with stars and a river of dairies that are strangely lit and roads that wind ever north...another Country looms to my left in the dark--it's awesome...countless times we have to turn the wheel to avoid falling against the border guards

Ironweed and Cold Crickets

some people pictures to digest. Ironweed blooming in the sorta steel valley; it's cold and time to bring in the pineapples. The cricket doesn't sing so much on the newly formed stove stone wall. There is art to make--we forget why...all we think of is money and time and disease. What is this Darfur?--and did we fix Somalia?

rats in the rain

rats in the rain...sweet beagle Sarah...sexy black couch.

There really is something in your fridge that can kill you details at 6

Cradle the baby pigeon and coo, coo, kachoo

Coons trundling, coons smashed and torn and rent asunder, tractor trailers ripped apart like cardboard

The chipmunk that drew the wrath of Arriane is run over by a car in front of the mailbox.

Cool white caterpillar in the growing brick winter pile, purple asters and 2 shooting stars before 6 a.m.

"I keep wanting to fire my boss... then I remember i'm self-employed."

Working on the house-house..in the evening there visits the mouse and together we watch videos as the katydids sing.

Wires having places to go, places to be, things to do, things to see. See?: http://purpletwilight.time.googlepages.com/thisislandearth

mouse

mouse in the house
mouse eating popcorn
trying to eat the white noodle on my finger until i figure out it is white paint (dim light)
orange-red moth on black table.
Shall we pick blue berries?

cedar needles and mint leaves and teaberry needle and tan thread to bind it altogether on the island of the misfit toys and not grow up...."and may you stay forever young".

blue nickel

a nickel painted blue to a painter for her blues

mouse moon

mouse in the compost bucket feasting on muskmelon seeds and corn cobs...big ol tawny full moon looms over the trees...pineapple on the shelf.

sum Green love

cricket on the floor, fly on the arm, sunburn...cicada burrowing through the hot air...a brand-spanking-new coffee dispenser machine with a door that slides and revolves on its own and a light that comes on and shines down and it can tell when you've brought your own cup. It became annoyed when i pushed its door off track a bit, whirring and spinning as if to say, "No, you clod, this is how it goes..." The Coffee tastes the same and costs more--presumably for the lights and magic show... In other news , we found Love on the streets of Youngstown University...it was green, and plastic...

Someday

“Getting arrested is the most exciting thing of all,” she pronounces. They are funny-looking, funny bodies dressed in funny clothes: they are Writers

To cry at the drop of a hat a river of all the sad terrible beauty
He without eyebrows and a teeny teeny head a terrible sad beauty

We never saw the cracks in the floor
all
the
way
down
the
hallway
and they multiply the further one looks
between numbers and elements and forces
all the way down

and there’s movement behind me 3 sparrows perched on the scaffolding peer in expectantly, and up, and fly up.
High up around the stone church are sparrows always sparrows around the high stone walls St Francis crawled out the window

Last night the hook on the rope swung in the storm winds, out and back toward the window, out and back, alive by an invisible hand high up that scaffold
Even she knows flat roofs leak.

She knows that flat roofs leak
She thinks she’s too dumb to see seven stars in the sky, with names she’s never heard
She mops your floor and carries your greasy napkins and banana peels to the dumpster in her hands.
They want to take away the days of her vacation
And she is angry.
Then she sighs walking to the door, “Maybe Someday...” as if it were a golden hall in heaven.
The aroma of alcohol pools and drifts…...her helpmate, her co-worker….drifts and pools

Night air is heavy and holds much sound; nothing between me and the night air and the night sounds: katydids, crickets, train whistles coming and going sometimes two at once

Delivering the money to pay out because it hurts someone, carrying the water over the wires, over the roads, over the postal river, paying out, playing out because it hurts

Stories of what it feels to die in the hot desert every cell cries and you fold your clothes

I am afraid the speaker is going to catch afire
until I find a switch

Hearing Voices
Matamoras Banks

or here

tarp in the woods

I'm pretty sure I saw a kingbird in a tree hanging over the Connecticut River near Amherst. There was a young redtail hanging around complaining the whole time we were in Amherst. They had a family of skunks in the front yard which looked like it had been rototilled with their nightly visits; and we scared up a beaver in the pool behind the neighbor's house(this is right in town). I also found a homeless person's camp--nice & tidy--a few yards from the pond--unfortunately I scared the living daylights out of the person who I never saw but heard crashing thru the underbrush as I came thrashing in over the nieghbor's compost pile & thru some briars--(I was trying to find a way into the woods to botanize-)--poor person probably never expected someone to come in that way. Their tarp was smartly angled and securely lashed with a rainbow of cords, their plain square sleeping bag was spread neatly, their pack was secured & ready to go... It had been a very hot day....I felt bad at the fright I'd caused and wanted to call, It's okay, I don't care, I'm just hiking past...I won't reveal your secret home.....although it could have been anyone, Jack the Ripper-type or just a poor person..... I found swamp milkweed (see sketch)and a patch of blackberries that yielded about a half gallon of berries....I thought about that unseen person in the woods for days...
At the Oh So Organic campus where our friend teaches---they have this little pond that has whole battalions of all different kinds of dragonflies & damselflies--it was amazing--and lots of brilliant green frogs--he was trying to show us all these other bugs that bite--water scorpions & water boatmen & such. I got out the dragonfly guides--and wowsie!--they have the coolest names!

Emily Dickinson, Amherst

Tagged along to visit Emily's house...3rd drawing is Emily's tree (so we were informed), a huge oak. Freaky--the guide passed out poems to read aloud and Doug's was the Madness in Spring that I use as a signature....

Planning next bog trip -- this one was WAY too brief! Looking around for the coolest uniquest bogs/marshes in Maine... http://web.tampabay.rr.com/bog/

moose and spruce

moose and spruce,loons, otters, rose pogonia, Great Northern Paper, helleborine galore and we learn it is an invasive, waves and wind, floating bogs, Graveyard Point, homemade rootbeer, marsh St. John's wort, some kinda pyrolla...smartweed floats like sweet pink candy on the water as we stroke bythunder in the distance and here is hummous, dates, and dill pickles to eat, chocolate with a love poem from Dante read aloud under cedar, spruce and firwooden and canvas canoes, a paddle carved by an Alexandra...biscuits, woodsmoke and rain....we have loved our journey with old and new, watery and true, trails winding round and round between labrador and missoula North Woods Ways, Willimantic, Maine

yellow tick trefoil and yarrow, Queen-anne's lace, pink sweet pea, orange day lilies, golden rod, pink crown vetch, white asters.....Bastillle Day....Chew Mail Pouch Tobacco on the barn. cracked in two album cd found in a grassy field under trees, sky:"I've often tried to hold the sea, the sun, the fields, the tide" by Awake the Best of Live

colors are us!

colours are us!!
colours are us this week !!

lest one forget after the storm

American Routes--"After the Storm" http://www.amroutes.com/
"Minor Tipitina" Allen Toussaint American Routes recording---
"Louisiana 1927"
Randy Newman 2:54 Randy Newman Songbook, Vol. 1 (Nonesuch)
"Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen" Mahalia Jackson 3:48 Essential Mahalia Jackson (Sony)---

"Down by the Riverside" Snooks Eaglin 2:39 Country Boy in New Orleans (Arhoolie)
“When the Levee Breaks”—Memphis Minnie 3:10 Memphis Minnie: Queen of the Blues (Columbia) ---

"It's Raining" Irma Thomas 2:08 Sweet Soul Queen of New Orleans: The Irma Thomas Collection (Razor & Tie)
"Rainin' in My Heart" Slim Harpo 2:34 Raining in My Heart (Excello)---zipper:
“Mes Enfants/My Children” Steve Riley & the Mamou Playboys Happytown (Rounder)---SEGMENT: Dave Spizale, KRVS gen. manager, interview ---
"River's Gonna Go" Gator Beat 3:02 River's Gonna Go (Globe)

"Higher Ground" Stevie Wonder 3:07 Innervisions (Motown)---

"To the River" Smiley Lewis 2:15 Shame, Shame, Shame (Bear Family)

"Rivers of Babylon" Melodians 4:16 The Harder They Come (Island)---zipper:

“Dear Old Southland” Dr. John N’Awlinz Dis Dat or D’udda (Blue Note)---

“The Lost Souls (Of Southern Louisiana)” Dirty Dozen Brass Band 14:24Open Up: Whatcha Gonna Do For the Rest of Your Life (Columbia) ---

"Minor Tipitina" Allen Toussaint American Routes recording

“Blue Horizon” Sidney Bechet 4:25 Blue Horizon: The Sidney Bechet Story (Proper) ---

“Do You Know What it Means to Miss New Orleans?" Louis Armstrong & His Dixieland Seven 2:58 Doctors, Professors, Kings & Queens: The Big Ol’ Box of New Orleans (Shout Factory)---

“Back Water Blues” Bessie Smith 3:18 The Complete Recordings, Vol. 3 (Columbia/Legacy)

“Stormy Weather” Phil Phillips 2:34 Eddie’s House of Hits: The Story of Goldband Records (Ace)"Louisiana" Percy Mayfield 2:04 Creole Kings of New Orleans (Specialty) ---zipper:

“L’Ouragon" Beausoleil La Danse de la Vie (Rhino)---

“L’annee de cinquante sept” Alex Broussard 2:41The Best of La Louisiane Records (La Louisiane)

“Grand Chenier” Bluerunners 2:49 Le Grand Bleu (Louisiana Red Hot Records)

“Hurricane” Bobby and the Rockers 3:25 Can’t Stop Rockin’ (Bobby and the Rockers)---

"The Lakes of the Ponchartrain" Jim Smoak & the Louisiana Honeydrippers 2:26Bayou Bluegrass (Arhoolie)“Box of Rain” Grateful Dead 5:16 American Beauty (Warner Brothers)zipper:

“Blues in My Sleep” James Cotton Deep in the Blues (Verve) ---

“Hurricanes Carla & Esther” Lightnin’ Hopkins 5:06 Po’ Lightnin’ (Arhoolie)

"Born on the Bayou" Creedence Clearwater Revival 5:00 Bayou Country (Fantasy)---

“Death Letter” Cassandra Wilson 4:12 New Moon Daughter (Blue Note)

“When the Saints Go Marching In” Helen Humes 4:05 2005 Southern Music CD (Oxford American)---

“Walking to New Orleans” Fats Domino 1:58 The Best of Fats Domino (EMI)

"Louisiana 1927" Randy Newman 3:02 Good Old Boys (Warner Bros.)---

"Down by the Riverside" Sam Morgan’s Jazz BandOscar

“Papa” Celestin and Sam Morgan Recorded in New Orleans, 1925-1928 (Jazz Oracle)
http://www.amroutes.com/

Fats Domino Lyrics - Walking To New Orleans Lyrics
Walkin' to New OrleansFats Domino United Artists XW 007 "The Silver Spotlight Series"(Domino/Bartholomew/Guidry) Travis Music Co. BMI

It's time I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm going to need two pair of shoes
When I get through walkin' to you
When I get back to New Orleans
I've got my suitcase in my hand
Now, ain't that a shame
I'm leavin' here today
Yes, I'm goin' back home to stay
Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans
You used to be my honey
Till you spent all my money
No use for you to cry
I'll see you bye and bye
Cause I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I've got no time for talkin'
I've got to keep on walkin'
New Orleans is my home
That's the reason why I'm goin'
Yes, I'm walkin' to New Orleans
FADE:I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
I'm walkin' to New Orleans
Transcribed by Little John
These lyrics were transcribed from the specific recording referenced above, and are for personal use and research interest only. http://www.lyricsdownload.com/fats-domino-walking-to-new-orleans-lyrics.html

Avocado pits – sprouting them for growing into trees

It’s a type of laurel tree, Laurocea family

Method 1: Lay it by itself in a warm dry place for a day, so that the brown skin dries & cracks. Plant the pit 2/3 under soil, 1/3 above soil, in a small pot, and moisten the soil.

Method 2: It will sprout quickly if one cuts several deep incisions in the top and bottom of the pit with a sharp knife.
Hint: The large end is the top!!

Method 3: Invert a glass over pit. Or put the pot in a bag with some holes. You want air going into the soil.
Spray soil surface with warm H2O daily.
Sprouts in 3—15 weeks. Hint: note the pit’s start date on the container and don’t give up on it/them!
After it sprouts you cover the pit.
Put in light & sunny place. Because the root dries out you should use an outer pot. Spray leaves daily with warm water.

Top it early--- at 10 inches--- cut off 3 inches from the top. Trim new shoots a little.
Keep soil humid all year; fertilize in warm months. Blooms in several years.

Method 4: You can also sprout shoots & roots like you would a sweet potato, i.e. make holes for the 4 or 5 toothpicks and suspend the pit so that half of it is submerged in H2O in a clear glass jar. When the first shoot appears, plant the pit.

storms descend and fire works

Storms descend so darkly the streetlights turn on at 3 in the afternoon
Little “click-beetle” tiptoes over scrawled words on old envelopes
Cats fight in the dark screaming with pain and lust and fear…we stand in the driveway….illuminated psuedo rose window perks up the street nighttime.

CHECK meteor crater means star wound?

Firefly pushes his belly lantern against the glass of my drawing window pane (“the windows are paning” j beaver)

Loose dog trots briskly his ill-got freedom

Seventeen orange slugs on our banana peel: they must be banana slugs…?

Shape-shifting is daft, man, unless it’s a hologram waves particles quantums in our heads

All the children are washing away

Swift churning water
a pair of blue herons cry out circling around and around overhead…it looks like cicadas are emerging in the wood mud…field of fading penstemones

white pennies of hailstones
rusty water in the radiator

“I take small car
I get disks
I chase squirrel
I think about Moose…3 p.m.” daf

“I took car
didn’t go far

Not scary
Went to Library

Be back soon
Four hours before moon.” daf

see more poems here

all them there zombies

current project.....

check out the writings of: the WNWG and: Mad Moonlit Musings of a Zombie Huntress Cats don't become zombies. That's why they're cool

"Holy Moses met the Pharaoh

Yeah, he tried to set him straight

Looked him in the eye

"Let my people go"
Holy Moses on the mountain

High above the golden calf

Went to get the Ten CommandmentsY

eah, he's just gonna break them in half!
{Chorus}All you zombies hide your faces

All you people in the street

All you sittin' in high places

The pieces gonna fall on you
No one ever spoke to Noah

They all laughed at him instead

Working on his arkWorking all by himself
Only Noah saw it coming

Forty days and forty nights

Took his sons and daughters with him

Yeah, they were the Israelites
{Chorus}The rain's gonna fall on you
Holy Father, what's the matter

Where have all your children gone

Sitting in the dark

Living all by themselves

You don't have to hide any more
All you zombies show your faces......The pieces gonna fall on you
All you zombies show your faces(I know you're out there)All you people in the street(Let's see you)All you sittin' in high placesIt's all gonna fall on you"

MUSIC ARTIST: Hooters SONG TITLE: All You Zombies

http://www.lyricsdownload.com/hooters-lyrics.html

also see: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=3237

state o' the studio

current state of the studio...the old rosa winda

hum and mock

hummer twice at logan
mockingbird sings 4 a.m. from atop the electric pole in the city

the mud track

Mayapples have their lemons and coon tracks in black mud...flowers for the quiche of janice…A whole patch of penstamones...another of evening primoses...everytime I go by, all the doves fly away.

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/brucespringsteen/matamorasbanks.html

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN LYRICS"Matamoras Banks"

signs & wonders

street signs and lampposts…and then aha! A narnia one at the “secret garden” …washing pollen off the volkswagon..Alice pie and stormcloud banks and unearthly wisps, all the wide, wide sky and the green growing earth…elderberries in bloom.
backyard squirrel complacently munches
An Unfinished Life and A Rebel Without A Cause

something in the tilt of a head

something in the angle of her wavy brown-haired head, in the tilt of her look askance, something of the small misery of getting by, the small struggle of floating along, adrift—this all in a glance, in the look after the grizzled grey-haired black man peering round and back and together they scout the building...something in the look, something in the tilt of the wavy-haired head
a dangling fresh white bag and a nod, today they are giving out the surplus food

crow oaks

Crow oaks
Resting head under oak
Redtail hawk perfectly framed
jay flits quietly
red squirrel lies on his belly for a long long time, silently
hobbling crow , its defenders and protectors caw & beat their beaks on aluminum lampposts, caws of great wide blackness...then walker is perturbed, in distress dials and dials
all the feathers were large

getting to know the sisters
in the stars is a tear
mocking bird sings four a.m. atop the electric pole, sweetly, erratically at his own song

crowsfeet

basswood notes missing in action

Ward-Beecher mural

my in-progress mural at Youngstown University planetarium, Hyades on the left,Pleiades on the right, and the stuff in between over the blackboard. acrylics
Eyes glitter in a flash of headlights, along the highway a burly ‘coon above a drain turns, rises, faces me, saying with its body language, “keep on movin’ if ya know what’s best for ya, lady”…night is his.Hearing cats crying in the night kitchen, overhead in the chemistry labs…painting the night sky...the same objects seen every evening walking through the cemetery with my mother, every night, “Look, that’s Jupiter.”It sees a cute lil’ girl yellow bug down a side street…has a crush on her…plastic green watering can in the middle of the night bridge over mahoning river water is spilling sadness…

long slow blackly

long slow black train with white letters filled with mounds of coal reeling out to warren coke…over it by my side ox-eye daisies…and then from the coolness of the underpass cricket chirps.

summer

The Beaver's Lesson in The Hunting of the Snark by Lewis Carroll

water dripping

water dripping from the ceiling of the chemistry department....we likes antihistimines...hands are numbly and they're trying to paint stars

early summer

the Animal secretary...advice on buying the night sky...billows of aspen fluff...The Crow and The Mockingbird....slate blue clouds and sun....broken pipe overhead, the ceiling drips water & it splashes...hands are numbly and they're trying to paint stars...seeing how to paint the stars as we see them see...planting cleome and dill seeds, tall showy & pungent..hummingbird investigates the Egyptian onion blossoms...Mayjune. Condensed Matter and Other States of Mind by Douglas Fowler Published by Finishing Line Press

avocado rain

Avocados, rain, blue-eyed grass..the sound of raindrops pelting...typing with your animal hands...your skin crawls as blood vessels shrink...African masks

last summer
fritallary on
marjoram

cool blueness

peepers and frost
peepers and frost
a blue-green egg between the railroad ties
a possum hand & white violets

Ophelia Street

Through too fast spring, past too green fields, clumps of bluets and a ravage of violets just before Ophelia street screams: "Stop!" so I do, driving once around the block and veering over the slag, just under the railroad track. Over the trestle, then two, and you scare the muddling, scuddling teens in amongst the mayapples, white violets, spring beauties-- and they are: count them every one ... young and on the river bank... with garbage scattered all around. Iron spikes in the sun, the stink of creasote, and the hand of a possum reaches out and touches me. The body lies apart, it could be mistaken for a woman's fancy hat...Dirt and garbage shall follow me all of my days...three trains go by and they're tearing apart the covered bridge. Corrugated metal swings on a high tree limb but the town is full of kids and grown-ups on bikes, and fisherpeople cluster at the falls. A pond with swimming irish setters and a bronze girl reads her book in the sun, with tulips. A cop arrests a young man and the church bells ring. Doug sez the tornado took all the trees.

wet and growing

wisconsin door crashes through my livingroom..standing on the watery plain of a foreign world. rice and beans for supper dutchman's breetches on the slopes of winnebago

life drawing

life drawings
what do you think?
seems life-size or at least large size have been forgotten..coming soon...

logan

An ant on the drinking fountain, an ant on the bathtub, a red-winged blackbird conkarees in the windy oak with no leaves yet, and a pair of grackles walking around in the backyard

dark trotI

didnt know they made 25 & a third oz cans of beer.the seven of diamonds, a blue colored-pencil, a list of steps to make a pro basketball team, lots of barking dogs.... note to self: get daffodils from the woods

spring in mcdonald ohio

coltsfoot blossoms, violet leaves, deer and coon tracks in the mud, intricate furry oval clumps that are buds, red & white + grey + yellow falling and hitting the earth with soft "thpts!" like raindrops...rousing a hawk from a perch overlooking the murky pool where the peepers trill evenings. It's much too hot to think properly... carrying home 3 cans & a bottle of northern beer... wind blows hard then a smattering of rain

dead swans

The virus came thru them as they pulled feathers from dead swans..familiar buzz of dougs snoring, rising & falling in circles in the dark At night there is only the circle of lamplight to work in, everything beyond is blanked out & cannot interfereI noticed a large tear in his dress shoe where it had pulled away from the sole one night when we were out.

coo with vigor

furry cottontail breaks & runs under the pines only when I am 3 feet away. And it starts to snow. The daylilies are sprouting, we hear mourning doves cooing with vigor, mornings

marching springs

Today is the first day of spring, the vernal equinox in the Northern Hemisphere. On this day the North and South Poles are equally distant from the sun, so we will have almost exactly the same amount of daytime as nighttime.
The novelist Margaret Atwood said, "In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
Emily Dickinson said, "A little Madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King."
quoted from http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/programs/2006/03/20/#monday

celebrating

Eating pineapple out of a can... binoculars a tool on the glass at ready...smell of rain in the dust attracts a moving body to whilst the road...they wandered thirteen valleys and then he was dead.
****celebrated Valentines by getting married
celebrated xmas with 3 police cars and a wrecker thrown in for good measure; on New Year's cleaned out the gutters & recycled aluminum for cash.

awoken

Woken again by crying--this time an elderly black crack dealer, weeping high

everytime before lie down to sleep i feel like only particles, dissolving in space, feel like nothing

lightening flashes

Lightening flashes against the livingroom held back by cloth curtain -- the sky is moving around out there; big dark wet world with no soul, little soft fuzz-covered beings trying not to get cut or smushed...
striking rain , hitting, hard drops against metal, against shingle, tar & wood, volleys of thunder rolling and wiping the smokey Valley fields of hell.3/12/2006 5:01 AM
Hours later peal the peepers out of the damp nite
Three a.m. rain beats on metal.

Thunder gentle in the morning, patting down the neighborhood where birds of all sorts chase one another and nest--- Spring is warmly breathing on our heels

robins whinny & neigh like horses in the rainey mud everywhere.

giant snowflakes fall miles apart, strong winds around the house, robins whicker, warm bird on cold snow

slicing war

sliced war sign into strips to fasten to warm the house

cyano logan

world turned over on it's side the door beside the cactus
trees in the early morning gravel

sparrows in the yews dead
logan roads run him down over

stormy weather

we sat in the strom-darkened truckstop drinking the last of their coffee
listening to hail & the words of the seneca woman

before finding the black metal death traps and falling quickly in cold water
bone striking rock

son of beech leaves and credit cards
black storm wind rustling through your files
But there's Venus and the crescent moon flitting behind ragged clouds

billy collins tells me poems are emotions
and the radio preacher tells me imagination is gone
coffees three and four
dark.
Only trucks.
And dark.

Some Velvet Morning (featuring Lee Hazlewood) Lyrics - Nancy Sinatra
Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
I'm gonna open up your gate.
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
and how she gave me life
and how she made it in.
Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
Female:Flowers growing on the hill.
Dragonflies and daffodils.
Learn from us very much. Look at us but do not touch.
Phaedra is my name.
Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
I'm gonna open up your gate.
And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
and how she gave me life
and how she made it in.
Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
Female:Flowers are the things we knew.
Secrets are the things we grew.
Learn from us very much.
Look at us but do not touch.
Phaedra is my name.
Male: Some velvet morning when I'm straight.
Female:Flowers growing on the hill.
Male:I'm gonna open up your gate.
Female:Dragonflies and daffodils.
Male:And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra
Female:Learn from us very much.
Male:And how she gave me life.
Female:Look at us but do not touch.
Male:and how she made it in.

A car blares raucous music out it's open windows....BUT it's the sound of bagpipes!
Fox runs-- slowly--- across the highway, to the sewage treatment plant, in the night.

Mud starts to dry. Suntea. Black paint under fingernails.

Potato salad, green grass
potato salad, green grass
No asparagus, only pine
Little horses' feet gone to seed everywhere, when will they ever learn?
Mustard glowing and electric dandelions shrieking
fresh young sweet sap green little leaves
flittering in warm breathes breathe breathe breath-taker,
bending willowy, smiting sweetly.
Will Illinois never end?
Blowing your heart into a million dogwood petals, my love lies dying at your feet.
Here a gamma-second, there a gamma-second...slippery pennsylvania butler rocks making his pockets sag.

"I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
the road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long & strewn w/ stones,
the streams broad & banked w/ thick grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
pines sigh, but it isn't the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
and sit with me among the white clouds?" Han-Shan