Monday, April 20, 2015

This random memory from high school days.  I played a tough guy in a play.  My character's name was Moose.  During a rehearsal the drama teacher told me that I was the most genteel thug he'd ever seen!


Poetic thought
is fundamentally erotic.

One can't
unhear the dick
in dictation.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Last year I was at a concert (Robert Cray) and signed up to receive periodic emails from the Northeast Ohio Blues Association (NEOBA). This morning I received one of those emails and it led to a great discovery: The Sound of Blue.

The Sound of Blue is a shop devoted to the Blues.  It sells CDs, records, tapes, videos, etc. It's been in business for 18 years, but I only learned of its existence today.  The store's mailing address is Kent, Ohio but it's actually located in the neighboring town of Brimfield.

I know Kent very well but know Brimfield very little.  It's mostly a place I drive through.  I'll be returning often now.  The Sound of Blue is a gem.

I spent over an hour this morning talking to the proprietor, Joe Vassel.  I also spent all the cash in my wallet on 2 CDs ( a Robert Lockwood, Jr. live recording and a Junior Wells compilation which features Muddy Waters, Elmore James and Otis Spann on it).*

It was enjoyable talking with Mr. Vassel.  I can't wait to repeat the experience.  He tickled me when he said that the building we stood talking in was originally a parsonage.  I laughed and he said "Yeah, the devil's music in God's house."

*Only cash and checks are accepted.  No credit cards.  When I return it will be with checkbook in hand.


Their voices
and bodies
become confused.

Is that
a "you fill
in the blank"
or is it
a penis?

Is that
a vagina
or a whatnot?

Who said
my ass?

Who whispered
your breasts?

Whose words
were expelled
from whose mouth?

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Earlier today I placed the solar powered hula dancer my brother John sent me on the sill of the kitchen window.  It took in some rays and started to sway.  I studied it and realized--I know that face.  It kind of resembles photos I've seen of the young Eileen Tabios!  And it's shaking its money maker in my house.



Sunday, April 12, 2015

Jill Alexander Essbaum's debut novel, Hausfrau (Random House, 2015), is getting a lot of buzz.  And it deserves it.  The book's sort of an Anna Karenina/Madame Bovary hybrid set in the present time.  It's beautifully written and very affecting.  Recommended.

 My contention is that this is  a book which could only have been written by a poet.  And JAE is a fine one.


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

I was sorry to learn that visual poet Bob Grumman died recently.  Here's a link to an interview Geof Huth did with Bob at my E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E-V-A-L-U-E-S site in 2006.