Posts tagged ‘Jackson’

May 16, 2010

by jhon baker

I had posted something here earlier and came to believe it the worst thing I’ve ever written so I am sparing anyone else the haplessness of such writing.

I am sorry to have written it and subjected anyone else to it. Accept this as my deepest and most heartfelt apology if you had read it.

I replace it with the following image…

I am the dog that ate your homework.

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May 12, 2010

not posting today

by jhon baker

I failed to sleep properly last night and that ended in me getting up late for an appointment I had this morning which was to last until the afternoon. I made the appointment but was unable to post until now due to these circumstances. At this point I think it is going to be easier to not post today than to post this terrible excuse and partial apology for failing in my communication duties.
I gladly slept for a few hours after arriving back at my home, on my couch with a laptop perched on my lain down body and this page up and ready for typing.

I did manage to write the beginning of a poem of indeterminate length but am not including it here. Instead I am putting down a poem that my 6 year old son has just composed.

clouds
when the clouds
blow
a journey

 – not mine

I always hope that I will someday measure up to the person my son is.

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April 17, 2010

This morning

by jhon baker
Spending the morning listening to  vivadixiesubmarinetransmissionplot by Sparklehorse, which was Mark Linkous, who shot himself through his heart earlier this year. See this post for more about that. But this morning I am listening and saddened that he was in so much pain that it came to that. 
Most people I admire have committed suicide or lived so dangerously/recklessly that their death might as well been considered a suicide. This makes me worry unnecessarily for the people I admire that are still alive, but there are not many I admire and saying all are suicides is misstating the truth. Some have died as old men/women though not many.
The poem was written for my son.
the sun hides
   for Jackson

the sun hides
behind clouds &
cold wind
but
   wishes
      to
shine down on
my garden
for the flowers

– Hoc Scrips

Horribly tired today. Jackson got me up before six to play and look up information on Box Jellyfish – which I have learned I should be referring to them as Box Sea Jellies now as they are not fish and this was what J really wanted to know.

April 2, 2010

pages and pages

by jhon baker

My son brings me a scorpion… I am tempted to stop there as it is true, fascinating and white knuckle. He brings it to me and asks about how it stings you and wonders about its size and relative effectiveness (at causing death or illness). As we live west of Chicago there are no scorpions here, and especially these deadly ones that he brings me which is suspended in acrylic.
There may be some live readings of my poetry, performed by me, coming up. We shall see. I will film it and post that if any of these happens.

dying roses are not broken promises


literal or not
we bled on pages
and pages and
pages of uncertain poetry.

women bleed with efficiency.

dying roses are not
broken promises as
are crumbling petals
no longer red.

– Hoc Scripsi


maybe later I’ll have more to say, now I only have this poem and a cup of coffee and the few comments above.

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