May 11, 2010

Salvador Dali while still dead has a birthday

by jhon baker
I think this is all that needs to be said about Sal. Happy birthday if it’s your thing.

woke up about five thirty this morning and moments before getting dressed I decided right then I needed to make coffee and right then I thought a shower would also be nice. The best part was spending the first part of my day nude. I dare not drink coffee without at least a shirt and underwear of some sort and feeling silly only wearing that I got dressed after the shower but feel clean though clothed now.
48 hour magazine is now available on mag cloud and while I am not in it, as I did nothing on theme as themes bother me and I reach out for moments and abandon themes. The theme also will not allow one to bend into the tangent regularly either. Regardless, the themed magazine is available now should you wish to buy it. I am only still doing adverts for them as they are going to pay the writers a portion of the sales. I will buy one, read it and review it here at my leisure.
yesterday, today and maybe tomorrow

wake
coffee x 2
read papers
coffee
e-mail/internet dialogue
write for awhile

lunch or
peanut butter and
raspberry jam
water
coffee

woodshop (garage)
write for awhile
mail/e-mail
play with son aged five
dinner

time with woman
read/write
sleep if possible if not

write till the river Lethe
washes over dry and blinking eyes.

 – Hoc Scripsi

every time I type out Hoc Scripsi I misspell it by one space on the keyboard. Don’t know why – maybe an ‘O’ at the end makes more sense to me than the ‘i’ does.
Today I am going to go the range and practice for awhile, remember to breathe through the trigger pull and I ought to do well.

my bones feel oddly heavy and even lifting my fingers to type is an effort. This is not the first time I have felt my solidity or experienced a jaw so heavy as to not be able to speak. I am not connected as to why this happens but it always makes me feel heavy and serious.

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May 10, 2010

Lena Horne isn’t coming back, she’s home.

by jhon baker

RIP Lena Horne,

your jazz soul is left behind
to help us grieve
your beauty is left behind
to help us grieve
your song is left behind
to help us grieve

thank you Lena,
thank you.

 – Hoc Scripsi


She exists stage left, we bow our heads in silence as this is louder now then all her applause in all her years of bringing us beauty, songs and stormy weather.

It’s Monday morning and I was swept away with the blues before my first sip of coffee. The news of Lena, while not surprising, is unexpected. 

on another subject but not tangentially challenged:

While not yet available of Magcloud, the 48 hour magazine has shipped on time in a kind of miracle mixed with experience. We shall see if there is an issue one… this started on issue zero.

This may be all I have right now.

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May 9, 2010

Mother’s Day

by jhon baker

Mothers day and I am about to make pancakes and sausage with my 6 year old for his mother, my wife. I’ve put him off until the coffee is ready and I’ve had some; I am checking the overnight delivery of mail while waiting for the percolation. almost almost almost. My neck stretches and pops in near exhaustion at the wait but settles with relief.
coffee…
This morning I have received an offer from a S. African publisher to publish my poetry. I know nothing about them and while I research I am guardedly hopeful at this prospect.
But this is a tangent, and I am avoiding making pancakes this morning at least until I am awake.
Today at Noon PST the 48 hour magazine is out. I’ll connect up with a link around then. I somehow don’t believe I have made it but this is okay. all mornings should start with good news/bad news then pancakes with sausage with some coffee thrown in there for balance, my balance, meaning I don’t think I can stand long without it.

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May 8, 2010

the long title

by jhon baker

full moon fifty miles outside Chicago 72° heavy
winds from the should standing under the starry’d night
sky and this is what I’m thinking…

ainsi il va.