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He was Stardust. And Golden. And he has returned to the Golden Stardust whence he came. But in between his pre-assembled Stardust and his current celestial state, he took himself on a wild ride, acquiring and losing bandmates, habits, dignity and freedom. One story of his extremism, recounted Graham Nash in his memoir, was so beyond the pale that Nash heard from the Legal department of his publisher. They demanded confirmation of the story that Crosby had sold his Porsche for crack, and upon his crack dealer’s death by overdose, Crosby sneaked back to the dealer’s abode and stole back the pink slip. So Nash called Crosby, and Croz told him that not only was it true, but in a scenario reminiscent of the CSN classic “Deja Vu,” Crosby later again sold the Porsche–for crack.

But he also pushed the limits of music, elevating millions with his jazz influence and harmonic entwinings in CSN and CSNY. And he cleaned up, and he got a new liver, and he outlived his old liver by decades, and he showed us oldsters that the best way to go out is in a blaze of creative glory.

As often happens, I choked a little on my portraiture with this image, wanting to convey his careening, pyrotechnic soul, remaining undecided about how old to make him and what expression to put on his face. I’ve overworked it to the point I had to say “to hell with it” and quit before I made it worse. But the words paint a fuller picture.

David CROZ Crosby

Dude was SCRAGGLY, PsychedeliC
And his HARMONIES pure WondeR
As a liquor–like F r a n g e l i c O
Velvet SMOOTH as distant thunderS
Irascibly zappish, a son of a B
Despite aural daZzle and all honestY


(First published in Facebook)

multigranularity
(to Cynthia)

a bowl of multigrain cheerios
made me think of my friend
Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow
because a couple years back
she asked us all the question
what were our 5 favorite words?
i only remember one of mine
and that was “molybdenum”
but the noticer part of my brain
is sharper than the rememberer
and what i noticed in this bowl
of cheerios was the difference
in multigranularity between the
multigrain cheerios and other
multigrain products like bread;
the grains are mixed in the bread
but each cheerio is singular and
so the multigranularity derives
from a mix of individuals and not
from any homogenization but
the reason I thought of cynthia
and her question was when i
looked, the cheerios in the bowl
differed from regular cheerios
insofar as appearance goes: they
had an unmonotoneity to them.

And like Euclid running naked
up and down the streets of
Athens shouting “Eureka!”
(that means “I have it!”)
a fun-fact Eureka moment
happened to word-obsessed me:
the word “monotonous” is less
monotonous as the word
“unmonotonous” and
“unmonotonousness” is
more monotonous yet making
it my new favorite word.

There are three stanzas here.
The first is a big block of cheese.
The second stanza breathes.
This one’s shortnsweet. ❤

George Santos, a profligate liar, has been elected to Congress after telling a bushel of lies to help get himself elected. The ethical thing for him to do would be to resign. But telling deliberate, self-serving lies is itself not ethical. It is a dysfunctional pattern in American politics of late, largely thanks to the shenanigans of Donald Trump, whom I depict in this image as Yoda to Santos’s Skyler Liewalker.

Here are the words:

George Santos

Get a load of THIS guy’s BS
Embellished as a drag Contessa
OAN got nuthin on him! In
Regurgitory fakery with lament
Gosh darn the Media–so
WHAT? EVERY Politician LIES

This was a Friday morning for cooking breakfast of egg whites and Jimmy Dean Hot Sausage, drinking coffee, watching the YouTube video of Muhammad Ali and Zora Folley squaring off in 1967, and sketching. I either never knew or had forgotten that Folley was from Chandler, Arizona, about a 15-minute drive from where I live now.

I’m hoping to watch this fight again, on my TV instead of my phone, and sketch in much larger scale, then paint. This sketch doesn’t show Ali’s lightness on his feet, and there’s more to be done about a conveyance of the course of the fight. But based on the heap of conceived, but unexecuted projects that died on the vine, the likelihood is slight.

In the distance is Piestewa Peak. The foreground is typical of the nicely-tended horticulture in the Biltmore district of Phoenix, Arizona, USA. This is a “nice” part of town, and we’re northbound on the west side sidewalk of 24th Street, on a hike to bring the mountain closer.

Just south of the street that is both Glendale Avenue and Lincoln Drive is one of the outposts of Charles Schwab, an investment firm. This outfit has a clientele mostly in the upper socioeconomic strata of the world population, and it entrusts Schwab with the management of its wealth. There are many parking spaces on the Schwab complex, but this Sunday, the New York Stock Exchange being closed, almost none of them are occupied. To the west is a water treatment plant, and to some minds both Schwab and the treatment plant traffic in effluent.

We are quite close to the mountain now. If the range is considered a “rockberg” analogous to the icebergs of the oceans, we are walking above a subterranean chunk of the Rocky Mountains. And it is time to turn back. The climb to the summit requires more energy than we have left.

If our weekly mileage continues to steadily and sensibly increase, some day we will walk from our doorstep to the mountain, climb the mountain, and walk back. It’s a wonderful part of The Great Human Adventure to make a grand plan, follow it, and achieve it.

Jimmie the Dog and Jessica the Woman were the best of companions. Alas, Jimmie crossed the Rainbow Bridge, as they say, leaving Jessica bereft. A short time later Jessica, a stellar poet and my friend for more than twelve years, asked me if I did commissioned artwork, and provided me with some photos of her and Jimmie. I told her it would be an honor to try.

Then about a year and a half went by. I kept making attempts and falling on my face. Every so often I’d let Jessica know I hadn’t forgotten and was still trying.

Today I was able to send her the image of my final draft. She stuck a Love emoji on my image and is graciously allowing me to share it with my One with Clay readers/viewers.

Here are the words:


Jimmie & Jessie

Jaunty as a Rock & Roll DJ
Innocent & cuddly as can be
Melting hearts & icecream cones some days
Making bliss & breezes in the trees
In the noise & haste & stale ennui
Every Dog & Woman ought be FREE


What sometimes happens when I take on a project like this is I care about it so much that I choke. I overwork the drawing, I overjudge the work in progress, and then I get overwhelmed, tear up my effort, and start over. My advice to anyone who goes through that themselves is Relax, walk around the block, slow down and stop worrying about a result you haven’t got yet. Today I put my worries aside and knew that my heart was in the effort, and trusted the result would reveal the heart. At minimum anyone who sees this page will know that two of Earth’s creatures loved each other deeply.

Tuesday, January 10, 2023

I’m working on my Magnum Opus THE ACROSTIKON now. Today I’ll do a ground-up demo of how I create an acrostic poem.

The first step is to decide what kind of acrostic to do. The overwhelming majority of acrostics are single acrostics, which means the poem will have all the letters on the left spell something meaningful. The most famous example is Lewis Carroll’s poem to the real-life girl who inspired Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Carroll wrote a lilting account of Alice and at least one sister on a boat, and the first line was “All in the golden afternoon.” The leftmost letters of the lines in the poem spelled Alice Pleasance Liddell, which was Alice’s full name before she married a man named Hargreaves.

Let’s make ours a double acrostic of five lines, and have the leftmost and rightmost letters spell Start Small.

We won’t start with Start because one of the secrets to writing a double acrostic is that the last words of the lines ought to be decided first, since we want them to make a rhyme scheme.

S
M
A
L
L

Let’s see. Most plurals end with S. So a close rhyme with S and M end-letters might be Gems and Stem. We can try again if it doesn’t work out.

gemS
steM
A
L
L

A nifty way to “cheat” when a line ends with an A is to use A as the de facto first word of the next line, but leave it where it is. So we can turn a couplet into a triplet by de-facto ending line 3 with a word rhyming with Stem, then add period, space, A, thus:

gemS
steM
diadem. A
L
L

The last two lines end with L, so they will easily serve as a couplet.

gemS
steM
diadem. A
you’lL
jeweL.

Since gems and “diadems” appear earlier, it occurred to me that Jewel would possibly make a good fit, and “you’ll” is a good word to involve the reader.

Now to tackle the “innards.”

S………………….gemS
T……………………steM
A……………diadem. A
R…………………..you’lL
T……………………jewel

Let’s do the final couplet first. Then we’ll have three lines to set the tone for it. But remember, Line 4 actually starts at the end of Line 3 with A. Hmmm. “A little something something some and you’ll” is, what do you know, good old Iambic Pentameter. Now turn the Something’s and Some into something else: “A riff of beadwork and a clasp and you’ll” is a line describing jewelry-making, and then the last line is a simple puzzle to solve: “Turn browlines into Settings for a Jewel.” The jewel is the lady wearing the diadem.

So now we have

S………………….gemS
T……………………steM
A……………diadem. A
Riff of beadwork and a clasp and you’lL
Turn Browline into Setting for a JeweL

Now we invent a setup. S suggests Sapphire, but Sapphire is trochaic. Luckily Star Sapphire, though not strictly iambic, will work.

“Star Sapphire, most celestial of gemS”

Now continue the sentence with the second line…

“Takes breath away like orchids on a steM”

..and complete the thought on the third line:

“And sparks your work-in-progress diadem. A”

Holy smokes–we are done!!

Star Sapphire, most celestial of gemS
Takes breath away like orchids on a steM
And sparks your work-in-progress diadem. A
Riff of beadwork and a clasp and you’lL
Turn Browline into Setting for a JeweL.

Now you try, Friends! My advice is to Start Small. 🙂

NOTE: as it says on the page, this demo first appeared in the Facebook group Poets All Call.


chickens
to Susan Vespoli

there is a place to stroll in my neighborhood
that i think of as the Chicken District
simply because chickens abound
and stroll like i do. once

a lady was leading a troupe of chicks
to safety off the asphalt of Earll Drive
and i called from down the street
“aha! NOW i know why
The Chicken Crossed The Road!” and she laughed
and declared herself the Crazy Chicken Lady.

today was another saunter in the District
but then in a group of four
i saw a specimen with some feathers
that were the strawberry blonde
described by my poet friend Susan V
in her heartstopping poem “Chicken”
that was really about her son
and the processing of her anxiety and grief
about him–
a golden hen magically appeared
and then disappeared
but the reader must decide
if the bird was real
or manifested by a grieving mother
to step down the high voltage
of her helplessness
in watching her son’s life
take its
tragic
turns.

when i saw that strawberry blonde
my friend and her poem magically popped
into my suddenly unlulled thoughts
and it became not a coincidence
but a needed component of life on earth
that Tragic
and Magic
rhyme.

chickens
cross roads
lay eggs
become fricasseed
pick out dough in breadpans
peck and scratch and look askance
and reveal glory and downfall
and the bond
that shared grief
creates.

Afterword: Susan’s poem “Chicken” may be found in her outstanding collection Blame It on the Serpent, available via Amazon.

Last Saturday I put my hands on clay for the first time in forever. And I resumed my Weird Bird series with this “Scorpion Bird,” so named due to the resemblance of the beak to a scorpion’s tail and stinger. I return to PIP Coffee Plus Clay this Wednesday to put final touches on it, and then it will go in the oven. Here’s hoping 2023 will be the year of becoming fully One With Clay again!