Mechanics of the Sun

May 11, 2013

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Flywheels click and choreograph the ancient
power rained on earth in the light of heaven.
Clockwork shadows circle about the windcracked
polymer landscape.

Slung below a blanketing carbon filter,
crystals spike our gambit at resurrection.
Fast in darkness. Stereoluminescent
battle regalia

range in columns, filling the space we’ve cratered
off the grid and under the meadow skyway.
We advance our emerald swords in sheathing
particle halos.

Here the sun for centuries lit cathedrals,
warmed a population in dying cycles—
still a hidden sepia process, broken
down to its fibers,

clawing gravel railroad embankments, choking
through the burning vale of a summer morning.
Scratching nails unbury the corpus vitae.
Murderous orphans.

Coming Soon (de Profundis)

April 12, 2013

Coelacanth cover

Joint Launch

February 25, 2013

Karol Nielson and I read from our chapbooks, “This Woman I Thought I’d Be” and “The Stones Jones Canzones”, at our launch reading at Swift Hibernian Lounge on Feb. 24.

Self Portrait

January 20, 2013

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Oil on canvas, 12″ x 9″, painted with a palette knife while listening to everything I have by Janis Joplin on her 70th birthday.

Cafe on the Pinsengracht

January 13, 2013

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Oil on canvas, 30″ x 24″. Here it is step by step, or session by session. The sketch is from a notebook I took on a trip to Amsterdam. The last two sessions–most of the painting–was done in one day.

I was inclined to make some changes–adjust the perspective of the door, add a little leg (human) under the table. But I left it, thinking it was finished. Ha! I came back a week later and made those changes and really dug into the Moon Pie face of the man, picking up the green contours from the yellow globes. This resulted in the penultimate state. Too jaundiced. Still not candle lit. Another two hours first thing in the morning. Now, I’m calling it finished.

Arcade

January 9, 2013

cheshire-cat

The cinema. A stage. Extraneous light
in artificial space. But what have we done
with our defining grace and gift of light?
Our longing for a circle of delight?
What brave new world is shining in our face
from cherubed angles narrowing our light
and measuring the music? Holy light
is foiled as a replacement for the whole
of heaven–the reflection for the whole.
In darkened rows a Mass beholds the light
and chokes on dusty particles of time
that glisten in the blush of curtain time.

“I’m late!” the rabbit cries, believing time
runs parallel, if second place, to light
across some dreaded finish line. This time,
he’s right. I see it’s medication time
as watches slide through fur on chains and dun
the audience with open-ended time
demands. Let’s get on line. In space. On time.
Let’s imitate the sweeping hand-on-face
routine. Wake up! Sit straight! And listen!–face
the stage. It’s late. That ticking is the time
you wasted. Wait! The rabbit’s in a hole
and *tock*, already… Fire in the hole!

at Circle in the Square. Well, that’s the whole
magilla/enchilada, Ellis. Time
for tea. Let’s say we join the jack-a-hole
who’s hawking hats in sizes half and whole.
“How do you take it, Sugar, dark or light?
Or something in between?” He dumps the whole
Krups percolator somewhere near the hole
that spins with starlight in your cup, “You’re done,”
he snarls between the cakes. His dishes done
in staggered stacks, the Hatman eyes the hole
a mouse cut in the cheese. “He would deface
the provolone.” What fury’s in a face!

But wait a minute, there’s another face
revolving in the precious java hole
of china white. I wouldn’t have you face
the facts, considering the floating face
of Dr. Katz keeps smiling all the time
in holographic green. His northern face
is hung with moss. There’s fungus on the face.
“Forget the facts,” a grin of feisty light
and cracking teeth imparts and fades to light.
A problem: Close your eyes–you’ll see the face
of Dr. Katz. So this is how its done.
Forget the facts …forget the facts? It’s done.

A queen in red. A queen in black. I done
forgot my axe! But one dissolving face
or head is quite enough. And it’s been done.
Still, catty compliments are never done–
“I like your dress.” “You look divine”. The whole
charade and shuffled deck (the deal) is done.
With everything on her “To Do” list done,
the red one starts to get undressed. In time,
her rival takes it off. They take their time
on Tangos Palatine. And when they’re done
you close your eyes. The Doctor’s in, the light
comes up. There are mouse tracks and your wallet’s light.

But what have we done with our defining light?
What did we drink that shrinks us all the time?
Who was the worm that smoked and talked the whole
time we endeavored to enquire, his face
a pasty galaxy? What have we done?

Maureen’s Thank You Note

January 8, 2013

reenie

Hello All -

Just wanted to say thank you to everyone for all they did to make this year’s Blewitt Christmas Gathering a fun filled event – at least I had fun, so I hope you all did too! The food and drink everyone contributed was delicious and much appreciated.  There were some interesting entries in the first Ugly/Tacky sweater contest, there was a raffle, (lucky winner Matt could have been arrested for B&E walking down the street with that Flat Screen on his shoulder) ,a rousing White Elephant Exchange with the highest participation ever – I think there were 29 numbers handed out this time around.  It took well over an hour and started close to eleven o’clock so it was a late night.  Mike wound up with the most coveted item of 2012 (after some stealing and probably cheating along the way) those marvelously hot Band Aids contributed by Monica wrapped in Blue Elephant paper.  Mike has most likely cut himself just so he could use one right away.

First individual thanks go to Aunt Sally for her delicious string bean casserole and lovely red wine.  She cooks and packs a mean hot casserole,  and I think she agrees that our party might be more fun than the Reilly party.

Thanks to Kevin and Pat for the annual shrimp bowl and soda (I am glad you didn’t combine the two).  I know LuLu especially enjoyed that shrimp!!  We had lots of beer and wine thanks to the Vigilante boys and we all especially enjoyed Charlie’s unique contribution of the the best Ugly/Tacky sweater.  He won the contest hands down, especially since it was hand made.  Your award plaque is presently being engraved.  Look for it via Federal Express, maybe.

Ofie once again out did us all with all her goodies – chicken, and more chicken, Ofie rolls, zepoles, probably something else that I am forgetting, all yummy and some of us might still have some in the fridge or freezer for another day.  I have to say that Christina (of the Mike and Christina combo-there could be some confusion with all the Christina/Christine/Chrissy’s these days)  is giving Ofie a run for her money in her abilities in the kitchen.  We enjoyed her delicious Brie and Raspberry Pastry and healthy veggie platter for starters, then there were some delicious chocolate chip/walnut cookies that the Mullins got to enjoy the next few days because I forgot to put them out along with the fruit/nut loaf we had the next morning – (these items were not on my checklist, they were buffet crashers) that was before we realized their car got towed,  and then the homemade Bailey’s I am still enjoying.  (Hey, the host can hold back on the extra good stuff!!  Maybe that will entice someone else to host next year).  And, of course, Mike the Pie Guy showed off his culinary talents with his deliciously pretty Apple and Raisin Pie, fancy, schmancy, show-off lattice work and all.  Mom would be proud of his homemade crust for sure.  Mike reveled in the fact that there was almost none left of his pie and lots of mine so he wins that one.   He did not revel in the car towing/cash only to get it back incident.  Oops.

Not only did Joe and Racie bring the ham and salad, Joe was the ham.   He looked lovely in his holiday nighty,  and if you look on FB you can see a great shot of him hamming it up all dolled up.  It later became a chandelier adornment for awhile.  He won the Holiday Lingerie contest mostly because he was the only competitor.  Next year, we will officially add that category to the contest portion of the evening.  Ginnie’s FB comment about the naughty, ooops, I mean nighty photo “This party is getting out of hand” might be true.

Katie added the Italian twist with some delicious pasta/spinach/sausage combo along with some yummy graham cracker brownies.  There was also that yummy artichoke salad – oh, you don’t remember that? – it too was forgotten and spent the night in the garage.  The Buononatos and Mullins enjoyed that on their own for a few days afterwards.  Hey, I was very organized, I had a list, this was also not on the list, thus another buffet crasher.

HOWEVER, Katie outdid all the food and wine and lovely outfits I think with the Angel Gifts.  A gift for one and all from one of our many special angels.  Each one of us went home (Ok, Ok, so she forgot Joe’s) with an item that belonged to Chris that Katie thoughtfully and painstakingly handpicked (and handwrapped) for us from among the boxes and bags of Chris’s trinkets/treasures.    I think she did a great job finding what matched up with our personalities, tastes, hobbies, careers, etc.  It is amazing that Chris had all that stuff (and there is more) and I know Blase was very glad to cart it all out of Judith Place.  So, a great big Thank You to Katie for adding a VERY special surprise to the evening.  And any of you who could not attend (or whose gift was not in attendance) your special something will arrive on Angel’s Wings eventually.

Now, we must also thank Emily for her drink hit – the popular Poinsettia Punch.  Much of it was enjoyed by many, down to the final drops being consumed by straw by a certain few I will not mention.  And thanks also to one or more Vigilante boy (I think) for making a Shop Rite Liquors run (or two)  when the ingredients ran low.  Who knew punch would be the drink of the night?  Mom’s Sherbert Punch would have been more of a hit if there was some Champagne added with that 7-Up.

And, of course, a big Thanks to Santa for arriving ever so gracefully once again, showering the sweet little and big children with Christmas cheer, showing his rear (almost) in those well fitting pants, and ho-ho-hoing us till his pack was empty and his hat fell off.  You are a delightful wonder, dear Santa. 

And many thanks to Emily, Maggie, Lydia and Rick for all they did to help get 20 Highview Road ready for the influx of holiday revelry.  From the cookie making, spinach ball rolling, house cleaning, snow shoveling, basement cleaning, grocery store running, etc, etc, etc.  I appreciated all your loving help.  Really. I did.  I do.  xoxo

So to those who were able to come, I hope you had a good time.  To those who could not make it, we hope you can join us next year.  And to those who will only ever be with us in spirit, we miss you next to us, we think of you always,  and we know you enjoyed Joe’s nighty (well, maybe not you, Mom, but I think I caught a glimpse of that smirk of yours).

Happy New Year to all!

Love,

Reenie

Guesthouse on Royal Street

December 27, 2012

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Oil on Canvas, 30″ x 36″, Dec. 2012

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Underlying charcoal on canvas.

The Alien

December 18, 2012

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Putting aside the obvious concerns about gun control laws in the wake of Sandy Hook, I am thinking about the mental healthcare arguments. And I’m thinking this—never in history have we put so much science and so many government resources into caring for the mentally ill. Mental illness is far less stigmatized now than it was as recently as the 1980s. This is not to say that there isn’t great need for improvement. Look at the U.S. incarceration system for one (very big) thing. We have real problems. But to see violence ramp up as we make improvements hints that mass violence is not, fundamentally , a “mental health” issue.

There is a bigger societal force at the root of it. And we distract ourselves from what we should be most concerned with. I think there is a dangerous compulsion in society, when something like Sandy Hook occurs, to diagnose the killer as quickly as possible, to sequester him and label him, to feel we have him figured out and to exonerate ourselves from actually dealing with the real problem. We convince ourselves that he is clinically “the other.” [Talk about stigmatizing the mentally ill!]

But we hear very little about alienation in our public discourse. Alienation. Something we all suffer from in our increasingly technocratic world. Social, economic, political…many kinds. Eisenhower warned us about it on his way out, Ginsberg on his way in. The technocracy. Alienation is, of course, nearly synonymous with isolation, extreme forms of which can lead to megalomania and violence—yes, mental illness.  But the problem we face is, basically, one of a lack of love and a surfeit of hate, isn’t it?

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Yes, the shooter in Connecticut lived in a house with a lot of guns and, we read, a mother who was a gun enthusiast. Who knows how that affected this individual? Well, we can safely assume. We need to pass strict gun laws. We need to disarm. And we need to make great progress in caring for the mentally ill. We need to better understand mental illness. But, more importantly, we need to recognize that with all the progress of the 20th century, we’ve lost something in human society, something that can’t be reestablished with tough laws and increased funding for clinical research.

What to do?

[The painting is Chaim Soutine's Mother and Child]

September 20, 2012

My Mini-Epic Chapbook

THE STONES JONES CANZONES

is available now from Finishing Line Press

Celebrating the 50th anniversary of the iconic rock ‘n’ roll band, The Stones Jones Canzones follows our lads from Morocco into Exile, setting their Golden Age to the form of Dante’s canzone. Need a little Sympathy? A little Shelter? A little Circus? This may be the chapbook for you!

Here’s what the kids are saying:

As a Stones tragic and as a lover of finely-crafted formal poetry, I immensely enjoyed this exhilarating mini-epic, composed by a master-poet at the peak of his very considerable powers.~Paul Christian Stevens, proprieter of The Flea

These poems are vivid and exuberant, a romp that leaves the reader dazzled and just a little sad.~Christine Potter, managing editor of The Alsop Review, DJ and Den Mother at Area 24 Radio

Rick Mullin is unfailingly faithful to the rocky lives and licks of the princes of blues-based rock.~David Yezzi, executive editor of The New Criterion

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