My phone’s Camera has photoediting tools and among them is a nifty enhancer called Portrait Blur. It sharpens the focus on the focal point you choose and the further away from the focal point you get the more automatic blurring takes place.

This gave me an idea for an acrostic poem. Since the word Portrait has eight letters, and Blur has four, my acrostic could have four couplets, and the end-rhyme words would have their last letters be the B, L, U and R of Blur. The illustration would be a switcheroo, with the background in shap focus and the face, the Portrait part, all blurry.

Then my thoughts jumped to the notion of adding the word Self, creating a triple acrostic with Portrait in the middle and Self and Blur as bookends. I might then create a blurry self-portrait and have in the background a still Life with a few of my ceramic birds (I have made dozens) in sharp focus. This would yield the nice possibility of it becoming a psychological self-portrait, with the quirky birds as my alter egos.

So here we are in the blissful throes of creation, with a firm foundation for a work of art and a long way to go to reach fruition. One of the phrases I will tag this post with is “creative process.”

If you look at the attached photo you’ll see a placeholder drawing of cotton swabs, which I use to blend pencil marks for shading and will be handy for blurring as well, and a layout of the Self Portrait Blur acrostic with subject-to-change end rhyme words drab, lab, quail, derail,lieu, caribou, sector, and nectar. If I am a sufficiently nimble wordsmith the resulting poem will have a consistent meter and a theme related to “Self-Portrait Blur,” and when read out loud will not seam like an acrostic at all. My confidence that I will be able to do this is sky-high, because in the last eighteen years I have done it hundreds of times.

I am happy to report that both of my entries to the 62nd Annual Glendale Arts Council Juried Art Show were juried in. Since the first time I successfully entered this show was either 1974 or 1975, I can now say proudly that I have been a part of this prestigious event for more than 50 years. Being a loyal son of my home town of Glendale, Arizona, that means a lot to me.

Acrostic illustration made by the author following the Gabrielle Giffords assassination attempt

Easy as 8, 7, 6

(to the memories of George Floyd, Renee Nicole Good, and Adam Vespoli)

Fourteen years ago today

Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords was shot,

Miraculously surviving a gunshot wound to the head.

The assassin had killed six others,

Including a federal judge

And a nine-year-old girl born

On September 11, 2001.

..

Yesterday, January 7,

Self-described Poet, Writer, Wife, Mom

Renee Nicole Good

Was shot by an ICE agent in the face three times

While she was trying to get away in her vehicle

And her wife, Rebecca Good, stood nearby,

Screaming,

Witness to her murder.

..

Five years ago

On January 6

An angry mob whipped up

By outgoing President Donald Trump

Wreaked havoc on the Capitol,

Assaulting Capitol policemen,

Chanting HANG MIKE PENCE!

And otherwise violently attempting to stop

The orderly transition of power.

..

This consecutive cluster of January days

Reveals the evil inherent

In weaponry in the wrong hands,

Including hate speech,

Misuse of the American flag,

And abuse

Of the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution.

The primary law

That legitimate Law Enforcement Officers

Need to enforce

Is that of the sanctity

Of human life.

long ago

michelangelo

began his sculpting career

by chiseling a grinning demon’s head

out of a chunk of marble

and his patron liked it

but suggested that

it would perhaps look more catchily demonic

if mike knocked out a tooth or two

so the fledgling sculptor obliged.

..

centuries later a poet said “less is more”

and a little after that henry moore sculpted figures

with holes in them.

..

wh n y ur sente ce h s a mi sing l tter

in most wo ds it b comes a differ nt se tence.

..

we must not only read between the lines

but read within the holes.

The Parker Brothers game of world domination

hostile takeover risk assessment

the game of risk involves countries and troops and weaponry

and chance in the form of cards and dice

and is vaguely analogous to historical conquest

but the parker brothers game of risk

is a much better fit to corporate hostile takeovers

in that they that have gold make the rules

and it is a zero-sum game with winners and losers

..

but in the horrible game played by the current regime

rules of engagement have gone out the window

cheating isn’t cheating if you win

lies told are just more pieces on the board

..

fellow people of earth

there are too many downtrodden as it is

letting this situation continue to deteriorate

is much

too

risky

our fourth grade was homeroomed by miss morse

she held elections every so often

had us put our heads down

and raise our hands to vote

but you could hear a whisper run through the class

right before the blind show of hands

so you usually knew knew who would win

even before the vote

..

in seventh grade i ran for representative at large

in a more sophisticated, balloted election

and won and gained a toehold

on the grade school political scene

..

next year i ran for president

got fifty signatures on my petition as required

and mrs. surrett and eleanor ryan and mary shields

helped me win

eleanor and mary made posters

mrs. surrett told me to write a gimmicky speech

and since my brand was “walking encyclopedia”

i loaded my speech with big words and convoluted syntax and then asked “am i reaching you?” and my pal doug stockwell son of guy nephew of dean shouted “NO!”

so I synopsized what i said: I wasn’t handsome nor popular, but i would be the right guy for the job

and i won in a landslide over 7 other candidates

–rather, my team won

mrs. surrett stacked the cards in my favor

eleanor and mary made wonderful posters and to my shame i don’t think i even thanked them

it is fifty-eight years later but i am indeed thankful

..

at our first student council meeting the principal came in and told us he had cut a deal with a firm that made commorative pins to reward worthy students and that the money in our treasury would cover the cost with plenty to spare

and THEN he asked us to vote for or against the purchase of the pins

and after he got his vote and left i turned to mrs. surrett and said, “i wonder what would have happened if we voted no”

and she gave a knowing, faintly regretful chuckle

..

during my one-semester tenure as president i spoke to the pta and was a judge in a cheerleader contest and introduced the military band “sgt. rocklovich and the ambassadors”

and my student council replenished our coffers by installing a pop machine by the p e room and we also rented the film “the misadventures of merlin jones” starring child actor kurt russell

and several times I was the one who led the school in the pledge of allegiance over the p a system

but in my last appearance as president i declined that honor and called on the incoming second-semester president to do it

though a vicious rumor had it that had had a goon squad threatening kids with a beating if they didn’t vote for him

i don’t know if the rumor was true but the kid who told me was wide-eyedly sincere in his assertion

..

now i am seventy-one years old

i have never run for public office

i could tell you that grade school politics turned me off to the whole business altogether but the truth is much more complex

but boils down to the happy fact that I am not the right guy for the job, after all

new pain awakens you. its stamp/impresses in the form of cramp.

the lamprey sucks. the hamptons bask./do lamps when clamped on desk-edge ask/enlightenment of us? they don’t./they have no will; they have no won’t.

slow down the car. the exit ramp/says k o a, a place to camp,/to sample nature and relief/and tamp down stress and angst and grief./the scampering of squirrels calms/and wine and amped-up tunes are balms.

this launch has not achieved ignition/with syllaballic repetition/we therefore move to cut the crap/and bid the grampa take a nap.

on this the first we want to burst

right out of the starting gate

yet by the second we’ll already’ve reckoned

we’ve blown it and it’s too late

but come the third both jock and nerd

have the heartening realization

that by the fourth some fun’ll come north

for enjoyment, employment, sensation.