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Tag Archives: photo
Pinafore
Let’s start with the photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two flashing ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged death, melodrama, old timey, photo, railroad, story, train, villain, villainous mustache
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Because the Night
In lyrical, abetted praise of Patti Smith, white witch torchbearer of punk mettle and lightning bones— She, wildly grown and gutter-starred, remains in love and swelling thrall to the Romantic timbre and clash of Rimbaud’s unrelenting wake, or Plath’s penning … Continue reading
Posted in photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged music, patti smith, photo, poem, Poetry, praise, rimbaud, robert mappelthorpe, rock and roll, Stars, Sylvia Plath, thank you, vision
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Cowpunk at the Purgatory Corral
Excerpt from my novel, None So Distant: We are out here on all fours panting in the sun the bleary merciless maraschino sun burning us. It has been a long while one of those spells that feels foreverish out here … Continue reading
Posted in Books, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged badlands, burning, cowpunk, excerpt, high desert, into the mystic, music, novel, photo, Poetry, Prose, purgatory, words
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Melodrama
Let’s start with this photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two flashing ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, sweat … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged incarnations, life and death, locomotive, love story, lyrics to go, melodrama, mourning, novel in progress, photo, Prose, silent film, story, tragedy, villain
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Melodrama
Let’s start with this photo, the comic melodrama in which you, perfectly staged, are wearing a blue pinafore dress, your dark hair gagged in pigtails, mouth heavily lipsticked, cheeks cherubically rouged, your eyes two burning ovals of abyss-pooling licorice, sweat … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose
Tagged bygone era, comic horrors, death, melodrama, penny dreadful, photo, Poetry, Prose, railroads, vaudeville, villain
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Cafe
From the series, Japan Poems. Words, well-warmed by the soft buttery spread and halo of naked bulbs– In tenderest solitude, texts run on, deviant, unfinished, bare to the trespasses of touch and longing.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged cafe, cafe culture, furumachi, japan, niigata, photo, poem, words, writing life
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Wavelength
Within the dark cradling weave of silence softly she tenders the stuff of dreams upon which my starry vigils are gently rounded.
Posted in photography, Poetry
Tagged dreams, japan, niigata, photo, poem, portrait, sleeping beauty
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Passage
From the series, Japan Poems. If only in trespasses and glimmers, if only the passages within possessed lasting value— What is that thing, at the edge of waking, that thing without agenda or the burden of always moving freight?
Triptych (for Edie Sedgwick)
Posted in Audio, Cinema, photography, Poetry, Prose
Tagged Edie Sedgwick, It Girl, photo, Poetry, pop, Spoken Word, The Factory, tribute, warhol days
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Smoke and Mirrors
Posted in Artwork, Cinema, photography, Poetry
Tagged blue in the face, blue zone, photo, pop art 21, pop art21, reflections, smoke
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