I have heard and read that the most popular beginning for the lyrics to a blues song is “Woke up this morning…” I think I know why: every day is like a little lifetime, and when you wake up you are born.
the day be
gins with ligh
tened sky, with
coffee drip, with bright-hurt
eye–& when you
get a Breakfast
in you, time will let
the day continue.
I wasn’t very happy with my apple drawing yesterday, so I tried, tried again, with the notion that if an apple does an encore there better be some core involved.
Here are the words, and I hope my friend and correspondent Michel Lamontagne forgives the atrocious use of French.
An Appetite may intervene
Perhaps divert to soup tureen
Perhaps les pommes’ll suit Jean-Luc
Legumes en table–not too cuckoo
Esprit de corps will cause to soar
Yet Winesaps please us even more
A bad apple spoils the bunch, but an unbad apple can brighten a day and keep you out of the waiting room. A smoke alarm makes a piercingly awful noise, but you’ll be glad it did. So here’s to these two little-sung inanimate-yet-not Heroes.
Smoke Alarm words:
SHRIEK! & so begins a drama
Manic panic all asnarl
Out the door go babe & mama
Knocking shut-up life ajar
Enervation but no harm
Unbad Apple words:
Useful crispbit snack for gal or fella
Untold myth unwrit by Ray Kinsella
Nature’s firework: round & red, with pop
Buy, compare: our manmade food is glop
Ah, the pectin’d über-treat bodes well
Diminishing one’s load to ‘bag’atelle
NOTE: Ray Kinsella is the author of Field of Dreams. He kind of played fast&loose with J. D. Salinger’s privacy in the novel, perhaps trying to achieve the coup of bringing Mr. Salinger back to the public light. Note that in the movie Salinger has been replaced by the fictitious Terence Mann, magnificently played by James Earl Jones. All of that reminded me that the Garden of Eden story does NOT mention an apple; apples, as Harlan Ellison pointed out, are not indigenous to the Mideast. (See Ellison’s “The Deathbird” for story-springboard use of that.)
Above is a pencil drawing using not the point of the pencil but the edge. If you hold the pencil as if it were a snake you were handling, with the sharpened part of the pencil being the snake’s head, you’re ready to draw with the edge and not the point.
Below is a poem I wrote today. I write a lot of poetry that I don’t illustrate. (Title suggested by my ineffably transcendent Girlfriend, Denise…)
cool water
i toast
my tribe
and then
imbibe
o cool water
the sun
may scathe
but i
then bathe
with cool water
let’s walk
the lab
his paws
to dab
in cool water
the rain
is steady
your face
is ready
for cool water
row row
your boat
and let
it float
on cool water
One with Clay, Image and Text 