Archive for: September, 2006

aki aki

the monkey say say
“aki aki” from a tree
made of your ribbon

i know how it is
tied it to another boy
he showed me the knot

you two glorious
lonely kite strings are tied and
tethered to a phone

ring ring ring hello
the monkey say say “aki”
once twice then hang up

“aki” means no calls
no calls to your ribbon tree
baby the rules changed

Ink Blot: Split Trunk Tree

In which photos are randomly pulled from the Scene Missing Flickr photostream, run through a Photoshop Rorschach filter, and analyzed.

Ink Blot

This is the base of a tree lit by an internal fire. He’s yelling out loud because his trunk is split in two, both sides unaware of the other and pulling him apart. Even though it is one month away, I’m starting to think Halloween.

Poems Read Out Loud

The Winter Pageant

Is there anything worse than poetry read out loud sometimes? Sometimes it can add depth to a poet’s work and enhance the experience of a poem, but often it’s really hard to sit through. In most cases, if writers were meant to read their work out loud, they’d say their poems into a tape recorder. That having been said, I found a set of recordings I made with Eric Kinlaw in Augusta, Georgia in 2001. Eric is a versatile and talented musician, and he was nice enough to back me up when I performed my work following the poetry slam I ran at the Soul Bar. I’m posting a few of these recordings, not to impress you with the quality of the reading (I was less than stellar, Eric did a fantastic job), but more to give an example of where my head was at five years ago and to remind myself that I once had a much bigger need to perform. Click the play icon to play in your browser, or right click and save to your desktop.

Ink Blot: Spotted Elephant

In which photos are randomly pulled from the Scene Missing Flickr photostream, run through a Photoshop Rorschach filter, and analyzed.

Spotted Elephant

This is a spotted elephant looking you right in the eye with an X drawn on his forehead. Beware any animal of an unnatural color, especially one that has been marked by an unknown source, not to mention one that meets your gaze so readily. Here’s another sinister elephant, ridden by bones.

Ink Blot: Bulls Under Water

In which photos are randomly pulled from the Scene Missing Flickr photostream, run through a Photoshop Rorschach filter, and analyzed.

Ink Blot

These look like two bulls facing each other, diving into the ocean. I stole the term “bulls under water” from an ex-girlfriend. She taught a dance class to elementary school aged children, and one of the girls in her class told her that Radiohead’s “Pyramid Song” reminded her of bulls swimming under water. So I suppose you could say that I stole the term from a little girl I never met. Bulls swimming or otherwise are often referenced in my life. Aside from being a Taurus and being told by every girl I’ve ever dated that I was the most stubborn boy they’ve ever met, I’ve been working on a portrait photo project based on some Argentinean playing cards that feature matadors and bulls. I found them in the pantry room adjacent to the kitchen in the old tin roof house I’ve been renting. Given that I’m always thinking about the sea or the ocean or big bodies of water or even smoking on my front porch under two big pirate flags, it’s no wonder that the idea of bulls submerged in the briny deep has insinuated itself in my dreams and e-mail logins and website names and little post-it note drawings and even here in my very first Rorschach test. So thanks for the elusive but nevertheless pivotal concept in my life, dancing little girl. Maybe one day I’ll come up with something equally haunting for you to obsess over.