February 24th, 2005

abstract butterfly


Thanks to those who joined in the National Dog Biscuit Day celebration yesterday.
Thanks also to folks for stopping by my soundclick.com site and giving a listen. I appreciate it.

The other day on public radio, they did a feature on a national tattoo convention in Salt Lake City, Utah. They interviewed one man, who said words to the effect "Some religious people say we should not get tattoos, because the body is supposed to be a temple. But what religion has a temple without decorations?".

The past week, my own personal body/temple seems to feature a great deal more potluck and a great deal less healthy food than is usual. I am going to begin today to return to the days of green and yellow vegetables.

On the big island of Hawaii, in a country place not far from the coffee trees, a painted church sits.
It's a little chapel, with little drawings "painted" inside. But what I remember the most about this place is the little walkway lined with Crown of Thorns. Crown of Thorns is a euphorbia, those attractive succulents that serve the function in the African desert regions that cacti do in the Americas. The Crown of Thorns has many-thorned splendors for bush arms. Yet, the things that are not flowers but look like flowers (petioles? I am never good with plant terms) bloom a brilliant red. I remember walking down the little paved walkway, bracketed by Crown of Thorns on either side. I think there's a metaphor in there, somewhere, but I'll leave the image hanging.

This is like the curious question of the cat. Imagine that you write something, let's say a poem. In the poem, a cat appears, or, better yet, the cat is already there and you just edit it into shape a bit. You don't know what the cat means.
But the cat is an image. Do you delete the cat--edit it out--because you don't have its place explained? Or do you leave the cat in, and assume that it has an allusive and hidden meaning you grasp but merely do not understand? I am of the latter group.
I see the cat as decoaration on the metaphoric temple--rather high church, I suppose, cat and all.
abstract butterfly

flying giant crows

"I hiked Sister Grove Park in rural Collin County today. The weather was warm--mid 70s. The park still had its winter face on--dead thistle and brown, tall grasses punctuated by the green cedars. I took pictures of plants, of flying giant crows, of the lake and clouds--perhaps some will become mail art postcards. I visited the Princeton Flea Market, great prices, right in front of the trailer park, didn't buy anything. I mailed out two copies of my book to ebay buyers. It's nearly time to write another"--from a journal entry, February 24, 2002

I note that I mark three years of keeping a weblog today. I find, some 1600 journal posts and nearly 20,000 comments posted later, that I still very much enjoy the fun of self-publishing in this interactive way.

Thanks to my LiveJournal friends, my song "Trinity Trail" is now Number 31 on the Electronica: Mellow Sounds chart at Soundclick.com. Other songs and poems and silliness has gotten constant encouragement, and sometime needed parade rain.

Thanks to my LiveJournal friends, I have generated a tremendous amount of poetry and creative writing in the last three years, most of it bad,
a trifle of it good, and a couple of things even published. As finding the discipline to complete and submit is always my challenge, the exercise of near-daily writing has been very good for me. It's been a good process for self-discipline in general, at home, at work, at play.

I am most grateful for the many friendships I've made through LiveJournal. When I began my weblog, I thought of it as a writing exercise only. I never dreamed I'd meet so many fun and kind people. So, thank you all for that. I have read cool posts, great poems, seen wonderful art, and noticed how the world falls apart and comes together for so many people in so many ways.

I see LiveJournal as one phase of a transition to further internet connectivity, in the same way that, say, Compuserve forums and internet message boards and even the dreaded AOL chat rooms used to serve that function. I think that the changes wrought by the internet in general and weblog culture in particular are striking and remarkable.

I can readily think of dozens of people on my reading list whom I wished I knew far better than I know now, and a dozen or two more whom I am thrilled to know as well as I do. I also find that I read many journals and enjoy so many of them.

Three years is a long time, or not a long time, depending on how you look at it. But it's been a fun ride, and I'm not unhorsed yet.