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2021 0523 variously woven

We all attract each other in the physical sense. The Law of Gravitation demands it. In the psychic sense, attraction can vary from less-than-zero repulsion to “gotta keep em separated.” Thius life is made tricky, miserable, comforting, delightful, and [choose your adjective].

When I say Tricky, I am thinking of a yearning that is for an idea of someone rather than the real someone. When we get to know that someone, our idea of that person, if we are sane, morphs into a truer fit to the actual person. But Optimism and Want sometimes weave an insidious magic.

Bob Dylan long ago wrote a song called “You Ain’t Going Nowhere.” In one set of his lyrics he refers to “A fish that walks and a dog that talks.” He also wrote “Forever Young,” which in my image I’ve represented by my imagining of what Bobby looked like before he was thirteen, i.e. Bar Mitzvah age.

I’ve been fiddling with this image for more than a month. If I fiddle with it much longer it would have to become a movie. Time to release it into the wild.

Thanks for your willingness to be woven into my whimsy, Friends.

2021 0520 master class

Rather, what this is is a PARODY of those Master Class things so heavily advertised on the Internet. People with more money than they know what to do with are getting yet more of that money by doing an instructional video of their area of expertise. Writers Neil Gaiman, David Baldacci, Margaret Atwood and Joyce Carol Oates are in on it. Three of them have my utmost respect, and one of them has my grudging admiration. (I leave it to the reader to guess Who’s Who.) Steve Martin teaches Comedy. So-And-So teaches Graphic Design. Whatshername is your new instructor for Profound Obscurity.

Not that it’s not a good idea. Who wouldn’t want to learn from one of their Heroes? The entertainment value alone would be immense. And anything that may contain a Clue, that X-Factor that turns strugglers into Superstars, may well be worth looking into.

But what nags at me is something Robert Mitchum said about people going to acting schools: “It’s like trying to learn to be tall.”

Long before these Master Classes came to be, Stephen King gave us Stephen King on Writing. It received well-deserved praise for its wisdom, and my own approbation for King’s sharing of the nuts and bolts of becoming good at a craft. He went into detail about his rejections, his slow acquisition of savvy, and the REwriting process, which really separates the wannabes from the doingits. I haven’t seen any of the Master Classes of the four writers I mentioned above, but I’ve seen all of their trailers, and all of them will have some overlap with the soil that Stephen King has already plowed.

The image I’ve posted above is something I have already put, in slightly different form due to a different scan/photoedit process, on Instagram and Facebook. I advised my readers on those media that anyone who really wanted a Master Class on Acrostic Poetry need only do an Internet search on the strings “Gary Bowers” and “acrostic poetry.” When I make blog posts like this one I put tags specific to the post; this post will have the tags “Gary Bowers” and “acrostic poetry” and “Master Class” and “Stephen King on Writing.” I might throw in the celebrity names I also mentioned, but probably not. Their fans might be disappointed that they are mentioned so peripherally. But a “Gary Bowers” and “acrostic poetry” search ought to yield hundreds of examples of my work, and the examples, plus the clues I leave on the image above, should be all the Master Class from me that you’ll ever need. 🙂

2021 0519 rose and sara

My poet friend Sara J Griffin seemed to have the post-birthday blues, so via text I asked her what her favorite flower was. She told me it is the Rose. So I told her Roses Rock and I’d be back in a couple of hours, and about an hour and twenty minutes later, I sent her this, telling her the likeness didn’t do her justice, but I think I got some of her Vitality. She is quite vital, and very much a force for Creative Greatness.

Rose & Sara

Revels of random Holiness
Of Waldorf and Astoria
Secure and power a girl and Flower
Engage and transit Gloria

The last line riffs off the famous Latin saying “Sic transit gloria mundi,” which translates “Thus the Earth’s glory passes.” Roses pass through briefly, the Earth’s glory comes and goes, and Sara J Griffin is visiting us, on her way to a higher plane of existence.

2021 0519 catty poem

catty poem

o to be a frisky feline
make for snacks and feasts
eke a living at the treeline
run with other beasts
taking shelter in a hollow
danger/fun/annoyance
you’ll be fine and kits’ll follow
with a cat’s clairvoyance

Some people are Dog people, some Cat people. I consider myself both.

The man the world knew as Cordwainer Smith was a Cat person. He had a cat named Cat Melanie who inspired his iconic character C’mell, who by appearances was a human being but was in fact one of the Underpeople, derived from cat DNA.

If you’ve never read a Cordwainer Smith story, “The Ballad of Lost C’mell” is available in PDF form. If you are a Cat person I think you will enjoy it. Cat person or not, I think you will find a sense of wonder and magic in Smith’s fables.

2021 0513 mikel w

I had done A-for-Azalea and B-for-Begonia, and was going to do C-for-Chrysanthemum for Mother’s Day, but this Mother’s Day, as all three ( 🙂 ) of you faithful readers know, I directed my efforts elsewhere. Today I realized it has been almost exactly a year since Mikel Weisser’s untimely, life-ending heart attack. Alas, he did not live to see his efforts as an advocate to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws, to which he devoted the last eight years of his life full-time, result in the passage of the bill that legalized recreational marijuana in his home state of Arizona. So C is for Champion of Cannabis Sativa. C is for Cheerful, Compassionate, Cacophonic Mikel Weisser. (The Cacophony may be heard in his superb denunciation of expansionism, “Manifest Destiny.”)

Mikel, wherever you are, ya done good and I thank you. I was thinking of you when Ted C and I fired up some Train Wreck, celebrating legalization. Your legacy lives on. And I hope you forgive my goofiness with the riff on “Abby Normal” from YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN. I think you and I shared a little of that zaniness.

Aye Be NORML

An Anodyne 4 grief & pain
Yet shunn’d–relief went down the drain. O
Enterprising HEROES for
Bestirment took the Law by Storm
Ending cycle. THANK you MIKEL

2021 0429 info in the brainforest

I’ve just discovered a Get Out of Jail Free card for drawings that seem to have a randomness to them. The drawings were born in the Brainforest, where jump-cuts and lap-dissolves are second nature. As Paul Simon sang, long ago:

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they’re
Cloudy
They have no borders no
Boundaries
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoi to Tinkerbell
Down from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures
In my pocket and a
Lot of
Time to kill…

And I was delighted to discover that embedded in each Brainforest is info.

My thanks to artist friend Richard Schuyler for urging me to keep at this drawing. Thanks, Dick, I needed that!

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About half a dozen times or so in my substitute-teaching journey, and not always in an art class, a kid would come up to me after class and say, “You’re a good draw-er.” I love that so much more than “You’re a good artist.” Because no matter how much Art is in my images, the SOUL is in the Drawing.

Doing this crazy picture was a joyful adventure. I didn’t do my usual crank-it-out-in-one-sitting modus operandi. I put it aside and come back to it several times, taking several days. My only regret is that I didn’t record the stages preceding completion. Next time i do one of these things I will take a lot of pictures.

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Note: I’ve been participating in National Poetry Writing Month, also known as NaPoWriMo, for years. Every April poets are given daily prompts designed to inspire new poetry and expand poetic horizons. Today’s prompt provides link to two different usage dictionaries, one so old the Esses look like Effs, the other restricted to the science-fiction sphere. Per instruction, I chose a concept from both: “celebrate” from the old one and “cyberspace” from the science-fiction one.

Cyberspace Celebrates

Consult a fashionista’s CHIC
You’re well-oppress’d & outre eke
But still your hubris takes its toll
Estranging eyesight poll to pole
Reverb & feedback keep an orb
Secure–or what’s a harbor for
Perhaps a double buttered SHEA
Astride a triple-ply Parfait
Creative brio stills debate [/] where
Eminence then Emanates

Afterword: I was a big fan of Gibson’s world of Cyberpunk after I latched onto his Neuromancer in the mid-80s, when I was in my early 30s. His was a thrilling “anything goes” imagineering, and in fact we will never know how much he influenced the early shapers of the Internet. I hope some day to catch up on my Gibson reading. Alas, I fear the hope is forlorn.