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WordPress sent me this image today.

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i keep my notions in a cache

of digitalization

three thousand such or so i stash

right here in Gary Nation

and if you read this i am glad

and if you like it i rejoice

we share the journey i have had

and you have heard my online voice.

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it was a different life i led

way back in twenty twelve

a night clerk in a red-rocked stead

with passions yet to delve

flash forward through this decade-plus

new friends and venues, loves and loss,

and constancy with some of us

and cherishing beneath the gloss.

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Friends, my soul swells with the warmth you radiate. The most important part of my journey is the heart-to-heart interaction with those I admire and laugh with and love. May we all cherish each other whole-heartedly!

Exactly ten years ago today I launched “One with Clay, Image and Text,” the blog for which this is the latest entry. I had thought of doing a Greatest Hits Compilation but thought better of it and am going with Where Are They Now. I did a new double acrostic. one short on illustrative luster but long on reminiscence. I started in December of 2012 running, got knocked on my sit-upon in 2015, picked myself up, got knocked down big time in the Plague Year of 2020, picked myself up again, and now hope for another ten years of blog posts that will include the best things I’ve ever done. Hop-to-it springs eternal.

Splay’d Decade

So full of SELF thought word & screed
Perhaps a plague might intercede
Let’s watch Dame Dench on BBC
And crack that walnut split that pea
You’ve got a riff for every mood
‘D do you well to chill now dude

Whoever you are reading this–THANKS for being here. You have just read my mind, and now we have shared.

Today WordPress sent me a nice note of encouragement because today is the 8th anniversary of my blog begun on December 3rd, 2012.

It has been a life-changer, this blog. It has drawn from me time after time after 1700 times and more the utmost I have by way of creative expression. With an archive of my drawings and ceramic works and poems and musings as an easily-accessed body of work, one big discovery is that I NEED this blog to remind me of what I’ve done. It is astonishing to pick a month at random and review a few consecutive posts. I forget the extent of my journey.

So today is a day of celebration, of where I’ve been and how it proves my well isn’t going to run dry any time soon. For fun, I have two headshots. One was taken the day before I started my blog, and one was taken this week. To my eyes the two guys in the photos seem only vaguely related.

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mahalo holiday yom tov–o
arthur clarke and asimov
kaput kerfuffle truth or dare
envision bliss and climb a stair

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Six years ago today this blog was created. I had a Sweetheart but not a job. I lived in an amazing place, with a climate and scenery much different from where I now reside. And I had been posting my creative efforts on eons.com, a site that is now defunct.

This post is called “adversarial anniversary” because this blog is particularly challenging on milestone dates. What can I show or say that I haven’t said or shown already, and perhaps better, in one or more of my 1,219 previous posts?

My answer is this page, which reveals the unfolding of things, and acrosticizes the challenge with these words:

animus begone via arcana
deliverance arrives, saves bacon
veracity is on a train to Macon
endorphins jazz and dissipate ennui
reconnaissance and chicken say Kiev
Susquehanna sustains sequence
animals wander two and four
rigidity rigorizes mortis
it is as odd as dancing paramecia

ad libitum drives endeavor
licensure makes lively

At the bottom right of the page is most of a quotation from Dan Jenkins, the author of Semi-Tough and Life Its Ownself. I left out the last part because I don’t know if it is true, but here is the quotation, used by some Southerners in a toast with bourbon whiskey, entire:

“We come into the world naked and bare. We go through the world with trouble and care. We depart from this world to we know not where. But if we’re thoroughbreds here, we’ll be thoroughbreds there.”

In my illustration I have a winding path that starts with a baby and ALMOST ends with a question mark. But there is more path beyond. May it always be so.

 

Hello, Friends. This blog began four years ago today. This is Blog Post #1,049.

Each previous anniversary post had as its theme retrospective reflection. This time round is different, or at most tenuously reflective. Perhaps the page is metaphorical of time and change. Here it is:

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Here is the poem the page illustrates:

a feather falls/a contrail quill

a feather falls
violently
disturbing a locus
of still air
turning it into
eddying swirls

above is another feather
of contrail quill
and hydrocarbon
barbules

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Friends, it is three years to the day since I began this picaresque blog. I have published somewhere north of 800 posts. Anyone caring to start at December 3, 2012 and go post by consecutive post to the present day would have a good idea of who I am, what I like to do, and what triumphs and tragedies have occurred in my recent life. But who has the time and inclination to do so? Here’s a quick way to go down your own private memory lane with these: Look at the posts that were written on your birthday. There will be at least one, but four at the very most. If your itch still isn’t scratched, go for other important anniversary dates in your life. If you get to a dozen posts without losing interest, please declare victory for both of us.

I have some loyal followers. I’m especially grateful to “The crazy bag lady” and Marlyn Exconde, who both live halfway round the world and are extraordinarily talented. But I am also quite grateful to the thousands of other readers, international and domestic, who’ve given irreplaceable time from their lives to view my blog. Many thanks!!

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The photo was taken on Sedona’s Bell Rock some time ago. At lower left is the shadow of the wayfarer’s head. In the midground is a cairn, a trail marker of stones cylinderized with baling wire. From each cairn not the beginning nor end the wayfarer ought to be able to see the cairn preceding and the cairn following. As long as there is a cairn in sight, then, the wayfarer is never lost; and, indeed, at upper right the wayfarer sees the next cairn on the journey.

There have been 676 posts in the two years of this blog, whose anniversary is today. Once Sam Shepard was asked how many plays he had written, and his answer was “Too damn many.” I saw his Fool for Love at a Phoenix-local theater about twenty years ago. It was good and weird.

I am going to use the love I have for making posts in this blog to incentivize the completion of a manuscript I started, with editorial help from award-winning poet David Chorlton, more than a year ago. I will be limiting my blog posts to one a week until the manuscript is finished.

After I finish the manuscript (working title: Natural Distractions), I’ll resume regular posting until the end of the year. Then I’ll finish the second manuscript I’ve got hanging fire, for a children’s book with the working title Sizegirl and Cloudboy. Again, I’ll be one-a-weeking this blog till that ms. is in the rearview mirror.

Somewhere in there should be Volume II of LIVES of the Eminent Poets of Greater Phoenix, Arizona. I’ve done at least as many poet page/profiles as I did for Volume I–declaring victory and bundling it all up has been long overdue. Disorganization has been the bugaboo of my creative existence.

In addition to, and aside from, all that, my realio trulio creative heart’s desire is making large-scale versions of the best of my pages. I hope to do at least one such in time for entry into the Glendale Arts Council’s juried show I enter every year.

That about sums up Where To, conceptually anyway. Please wish me luck and wherewithal, dear Reader!

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Today is the one-year anniversary of the “One with Clay, Image and Text” blog. In the first year of the blog there were 321 posts, which missed the mark of a post per day but not by much. People in more than 70 different countries had a look at the blog, and one memorable day, thanks to the late, great and much lamented Roger Ebert, a single post received more than 1,500 views.

“Well, Isaac, what has you loined?” is what Judah Asimov would ask his son Isaac after they had just finished going to the theater and seeing a movie. Isaac’s father, who took the Asimov family to America from Russia when Isaac was three years old, valued his son’s inquiring mind, and was always encouraging him in his learning. I’ve found his question of great value whenever I do something, or have been through something, that was difficult yet rewarding. So now I ask: what have I learned from this blog of mine?

1) If I live to be 300, I will still be learning how to draw.

Most of my posts include at least one drawing, usually including calligraphy of an acrostic poem of mine, with the drawing serving as illustration. This is a constant challenge, and it reveals certain terrible defects I have as an illustrator, the chief of which is lack of patience. When I take my time I do far better than when I rush things. Here is an example of me not taking my time–from a weekly feature I do for the Facebook poetry group “Poets All Call”:

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And here is an example of a work in progress wherein I am taking my time:

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2) The social media may save the world.

Anyone with computer access and time on their hands has access to immense knowledge, not just of facts but the contents of their fellow world citizens’ hearts. We are in the mid-dawn of a new stage of civilization, and we “ain’t seen nothin’ yet” as far as its potential goes.

3) I sure love checkerboard patterns, spoons, and a soapbox to preach on.

‘Nuff said for now–I’m going to celebrate!