Anodyne
Friday, June 05, 2015
 
Trimming up the little clematis in the front room that I nursed back from the grave last year.  (Ancient black man on bus last summer: "Boy, that plant is dead.")

New shoots up and down the central stalk, and tons of tiny new green leaves.
Thursday, June 04, 2015
 
"Here is the story of Nedko Nedev, a Bulgarian living in Sofia, as told in Thursday's Securities and Exchange Commission complaint against him.  In 2012, Nedev decided to buy some stock in the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory...."
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
 
"ein Zaungast, 'a fence guest,' semi-excluded by a mix of luck, tardiness, unsuitability--" (Michael Hofmann)

"I shall lay up authentic materials...and if I survive him, I shall be one who shall most faithfully do honour to his memory" (James Boswell)
 

(accompanied by Shasta,
brindle catahoula,
'Best of' Used Nanaimo
by a country mile)
 

'Homeless,' two syllables
always connoting judgment.
In Hammertown's end,
the city's upscaling
& 'abandonment of its poor.' 
Like you wouldn't treat a dog.
 
I do remember one thing
It took hours and hours but
By the time I was done with it
I was so involved, I didn't know what to think
I carried it around with me for days and days
Playing little games
Like not looking at it for a whole day
And then, looking at it to see if I still liked it
I did

I repeat myself when under stress
I repeat myself when under stress
I repeat myself when under stress
I repeat myself when under stress

I repeat

The more I look at it, the more I like it
I do think it's good
The fact is
No matter how closely I study it
No matter how I take it apart
No matter how I break it down
It remains consistent
I wish you were here to see it
I like it

(Adrian Belew)

Tuesday, June 02, 2015
 

where a human in distress
in a public place
could receive at least as much
attention as an off-leash
dog, or a tiny, sad,
furious African man
playing a trumpet
low & slow
in mourning
in a public park
beside a statue
of Frank Ney, developer
mayor, in pirate drag.
 
A chance for change
really only ever visible
afterwards, as loss.

Columbia Studio B,
19 June 1974, where no
orchestra played, & yet
is clearly heard
in the recording,
in the echoing space
above Miles' trumpet
& Harmon mute, as if
love for absent Duke
could coax him back,
or some semblance
of him back, like Spicer's
spook radio voices--
 

Buttertubs Drive
Bergen-op-zoom
Dingle Bingle Hill
Twiggly Wiggly Road
 

My pal Mad Owl Woman on the South Needle, site of an epic Team Cat adventure many years ago and a totally underrated North Shore bushwacking destination.
Monday, June 01, 2015
 

Difficulty level: about 8/10. Cracked with Satellite View & first-hand knowledge of LA's peculiarly sloping streets.  That said, the little tree in my first attempt at a solution seems more amiable to having its portrait made than anything in this scene, whose wide-angled field of view and wacky foreground perspectives don't lend themselves to reproduction with a 35mm camera, however hi-res.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
 


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