Archive for ‘Poetry’

March 6, 2012

once again

by jhon baker

I am on my back porch as it is a balmy 65 here in northern Illinois. This has been a hard, depressive year for me thus far and I cannot be surprised by my lack of posting, writing and doing anything productive in general.

I’ve read a lot.

Now I am reading less and starting to write more.

I have little to say. but I am enjoying the sun on my back porch, the sun on my face, the sun lying across my body. the wind through my beard and what little hair that is allowed to grow.

wind chimes are dissonant. Cage melodies without the artistic intent. satellite dishes make beautiful houses repugnant. trees look better fully dressed and ready for the rain.

fresh air serves me well, this is still winter but all signs of such have melted, receded into thirsty earth and now that I am out here – I am loathe to go back in.

that is all I have to say.

February 26, 2012

A repost but I’ve been inspried to put this poem out there again today.

by jhon baker

a poem redacted, preface – JB

 

startled by impact

cumulative

a hunger for youth

 

he was fifty

J had seemed much older

as though

absorbed and consumed

in the very intensity

of his memory.

 

a matter of life

and death.

 

his ambition propelled

a

striking photograph in Life magazine

 

it would be eleven years.

his amours

turmoil

consumption of alcohol

alchemized

to represent the agon

essential attributes

syntax

tone

diction

cadenzas on carefully

tuned strings

allusion

meter

primal manifestations

to be difficult, “obscure”

obscene.

 

a besetting consideration

narrative accounts

or

the world seen through inebriation

dreams

a disjointed film

shapes

presences

identities

sometimes in mid sentence

often presumption

singular

voice and vision

effeminate

intimated, elusive

wild,

unbearably beautiful.

– Hoc Scripsi

 

and what the hell – here is another on the same subject…

 

 

October 25th

 

October 25th

and we celebrate the birth

of John Berryman.

heavy with the burden

of his smashed skull

and dream songs.

 

his final entry a comment

on the Washington Avenue bridge

in Minneapolis Minnesota.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

January 6, 2012

by jhon baker

I love the moon at 3 pm

on a regardless Saturday

at the end of the month.

 

sun still warming my upturned face.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

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January 4, 2012

I slept twelve hours

by jhon baker

and I’m still tired. Bukowski suggested that one ought to take a three day nap every now and again to recharge the batteries, being a father and husband does not allow such naps but would I ever indulge if there could be a way.

Two links – you might recognize them from yesterday but then again, you might not..

Take it to the streets

Conjectural Figments

These are both truly good issues put out by two very good publishers containing poetry by good poets and of course – myself – the first has one and arguably two poems depending on how you read them – I wrote it as one and a half so there it is. The second features me as a poet and contains three poems- both contain a lot of good writing besides mine and should be read a few times through for affect/effect.

– Just for updates sake – Yesterday my truck was broken and my diagnosis was spot on. Now it is fixed and waiting for the next coil to go.

Yesterday I wrote nothing after the blog post and today I think I am going to scribd something – my new years sort of poem.

Writing will become the object of today after I take a shower when I get home from the hospital where my MIL is receiving today’s infusion and tomorrow morning will be more of the same while the afternoon finds me in a tattoo parlor getting the design finalized for the next portion of the left arm half sleeve.