June 25, 2011

Beautiful day, although a bit over done on the inside.

by jhon baker

Accomplished a lot yesterday and it feels good – warm and toasty like the hives or something. Body now a bit on the worn side and deciding what I am going to do today along the same lines. All thoughts include power tools but what I really ought to do is sit in front of the power tool that brings me that much closer to the goal – namely, the IBM Selectric III – best power tool I have.

The poem I was intending on putting up here today is becoming a broadside from free penny press and may be available for free through this blog – I don’t think it has been decided yet on distribution – So, that poem will not be appearing here today or for a long time as I would prefer it be gathered up in the published form. So I will substitute.

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only the poor know
only the poor know of love’s intensity/ many know only of mergers (marriage)/thus propagating the common ideal.// for love you merge the bodies (sex)/thus propagating life./love, joy, obsession, fixation, release/ and good sleep.
 – Hoc Scripsi
 
June 23, 2011

by jhon baker

good morning everyone – I’m going to bed now.

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June 22, 2011

by jhon baker

I almost never write naked – there are times while in bed and after feeling enraptured beyond illumination or prose by the pressing together of two forms and bonding with sweat and efflorescent nothings whispered passionate in each others ear – those times I will roll and pluck out a small black notebook and pen a few lines before returning – but most of all is written while dressed and thinking back with forward anticipation.

June 21, 2011

pain and poetry

by jhon baker

From here, the days just keep getting shorter. This is what informs my day

What would you do if you knew you could not fail? this is the test to know what you should spend you life doing. it is suppose to be rhetorical and/or asked by every guidance counselor of every pimply faced teenager who doesn’t know yet what they want to do. I didn’t know then – or I did but it wasn’t considered a wise career choice.
My answer now? – no longer live through the vagaries of chronic pain – find a way to free myself from the unrelenting haunt that are, the constraints of living that are, physical pain and mental anguish.

What I once wished was to be a poet – to varying degrees I am that now, I live it and it is possibly pain that has given me this aspect, pain that has offered me clarity through pain controlling medications, pain has offered me poetry that does not belong on even the most interesting hallmark cards.

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