Archive for December, 2012

December 30, 2012

sitting here.

by jhon baker

Staring at this screen for the last ten minutes and now my coffee is cold and all I really want is a cigarette.

Thankfully I haven’t quit.

 

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December 26, 2012

for K.

by jhon baker

I have loved

now I love

 

I shall lie betwixt her breasts

in the mood merriment of playful jazz

lust or longing, a wandering

a melancholy jest.

 

the star of Venus of Heaven

the tragedy of Euridice

we dance the dance of Polyhumnia

and write the words of Callopie.

 

we are like children

under cover of moon’s somber reflections

memories vouchsafed lying

on night’s dewy grasses.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

December 26, 2012

post holiday lego building

by jhon baker

Listening to The Black Keys and sitting with my son while he builds his Lego Teenage Mutant Turtle sets, earlier I built one of my own Lego sets. Big Ben. As an adult there is still the ever burning love for Lego.

The main concern after holidays is where to put all the new stuff – in my case it isn’t hard as I got clothes I needed, a few seasons of my favorite television show and a lot of books – but for the boy, more toys means a need to clear out space and think about donating things he has aged out of.

There is really nothing I have to say here. I am mostly out of the depression that lasted beyond my ability to handle – four months of complete darkness preceded by decent creative impulses and followed by a stiff climb out and a slight return to forms of creativity. I have started several poems and am thinking my way though the basic outline of a novel/memoir with embellishments and the ability to deny anything – This story is based on realish events and the people have altered names and are realish representations of the folks that they are modeled after – liberties will be taken where I do not want to relive certain things and where the truth is too strange to be believed. Nothing will be cranked up beyond reality because reality itself is often itself unbelievable. If I write it as fiction I can always deny that the hero of the tome is myself and as I’ve often said of poetry…

– never confuse the narrator of the poem with its author –

sound advice.

I think John Berryman said it first or best – I know it wasn’t my brain to come up with it and once I had heard the valuable teaching I was free then to really create. Some constraints are good and some work against you like good friends who never want us to become successful.

I was going to put a poem here but I think I’ll post twice instead.  – Jhon

December 23, 2012

holidays

by jhon baker

Happy Birthday! or Merry Christmas!  – same day and less confusion if I just wish everyone a happy birthday.

 

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