Found out my friend Ryan passed away last year. We met at the Canoga Park Art Walk a few years back…I typed him a poem, he showed me his drawings. Young guy. Potential. We stayed in touch, hanging out and talking, reflecting. The last time we talked, he told me he was focusing on recovery.
Joseph Gibbons, a former MIT professor, robbed a bank under the pretext of desperation and art. Recording it all with a video camera, he claims his criminal behavior was inspired by the poet Arthur Rimbaud. Rimbaud believed “a poet had to descend into the depths of all that was bad and report back.”
Often we see books as signs of civilization. I take in their tree trunk roots and inked spines and think only of the sky: (books belong in the wild)
I’m extremely grateful to say I’ve crossed one more item off my bucket list: perform Typewriter Poetry inside a museum. It brings Typewriter Poetry to a complete circle. I am able to put my typewriter to rest with pride and move on to the next adventure.
Last week, I came across a page from Claes Oldenburg’s “Unattendable Lunches.” It’s such a mysterious text that I have yet to find the full version online.
Underneath it all, there’s a poem.
Technoautobiography is a piece which travels through intellectual abstraction, personal narrative, and philosophical quotes by way of a simple college essay format and an editor’s touch of red blue ink. You come away from his Technoautobiography relating to the repetitive desire to “put words on paper,” whether that is through the means of a computer, a fountain pen, or–in this particular case–a typewriter.
We made it to 2015! Today has been beautiful. I’m thankful for the sun. Here’s a poem that I wrote five years ago: “Take.” I’ve been rewriting it ever since. Sharing “Take” comes at a fitting time. As 2014 transitioned into Read more…
“Couple #1” is the first in a series of poems called “The Couple Series.” It was conceived when–following a breakup and other intense life stuff–I somewhat impulsively decided to fly to Hawaii and backpack through the islands.
Natalie, the woman who created the poetry prompt, asked for something focused on Japan, lost love, new love, and nostalgia–all tied in with blossoming sakura.
There’s something immediately cute and nostalgic about this contraption. It’s retro, but certainly not vintage. Strangely pseudo-futuristic, like a kid’s toy from the 90’s taking a stab at potentially awesome technology just around the bend.
Meet Hemingwrite: billed as a distraction free digital typewriter, this keyboard-meets-screen is essentially a word processor that syncs up to the cloud in real-time so you never have to worry about losing a sentence or falling down the Wikipedia k-hole rabbit-hole.