Archive for November, 2010

Frank De Canio

November 30, 2010 Leave a comment

Please stop by to check out Frank De Canio’s work at Eye On Life Online Magazine (the Poetry Locksmith section).  Interesting poetry from an interesting poet.  I don’t often accept rhyming poetry, but Frank really makes it work.

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Katy Perry at Starbucks

November 28, 2010 Leave a comment

Waiting in line at Starbucks I see a CD for sale, Katy Perry on the cover apparently rolling in pink Fiberglas insulation.  Guess she’s after the Pink Panther’s job.  Wait, is he doing that anymore?  Anyway, if it were me, I’d hire her.  Just looking at her displayed like an appetizer at a sorority buffet makes me want to insulate my attic right now.  Yes it does.












Image borrowed from

Not sure it belongs to him, either.  Apologies to all involved.

I was there to get coffee that I didn’t really want and change for my teenage daughter to go ice skating, an extension of the aborted mission for same in which my intention was truly in discord with that of the universe, given the multiple redundant obstacles I encountered.  The only logical conclusion was that I was meant to go to Starbucks and see this CD cover.

My image search indicated to me that Katy seems to be really enjoying her pop star role.  I probably have heard something by her, “I Kissed A Girl” or some such, through my teenage daughter’s door as I walked by.  She doesn’t seem to be a very good role model, but neither was Jimi Hendrix.  So, rock on, Katy.

Categories: Social Criticism

The Fever Chart

November 27, 2010 Leave a comment

Today we saw The Fever Chart, Three Visions of the Middle East, a play in three acts by Naomi Wallace, at the Central Square Theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts.  The acting, direction, lighting and etc. was fantastic and the play was disturbing in a good way.  Whereas none of the characters were terrorists, many were victims of something in some way – war, occupation, chance if chance you call it.

John Gardner in his book, The Art Of Fiction, discredits the idea of the ‘victim story’ as ‘unusable’ because it is unsatisfactory to the reader.  Although he never quite says so, I believe this is because as readers we want to see transformation; therefore a victim in Gardner’s universe is a character to whom things happen, end of story.  Sad, but not particularly interesting.

For a story about a victim to fly, there must be something other than victimhood.  There must be acts of courage, sudden revelations, something.  This is what Wallace does so well in her play.  The characters start out seeming easily identifiable, and gradually reveal themselves to be interconnected in the most surprising ways and in themselves very, very complex.

In the end it is not a feel-good play, but a play worth seeing nevertheless.

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Imagine Thought

November 27, 2010 1 comment

Imagine thought

Creative sensation

Imagine imagined

All you have



As a group imagining

Civilization earth and nature

Agreement inherent

Individuals sprung from One

Do you think that’s your hand?

Do you think…

Trees exhale oxygen

Your body happily breathes

Your brain supplied

Enjoys all by design

Think thought

All you have



Science art and common sense


Disparate individuals

Concluding in concert

Finishing each others sentences

Simultaneous thought

As all thought

Sprung from One


All you have


Creation creativity

All the things you sense

Insects toys mountains buildings water tools sky people cars trees

Sensory sensing

As all sensation

Sprung from One

One with many names

Still One

Imagine thought

Creative sensation

All One



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Digging In

November 27, 2010 3 comments

Currently reading “Digging In” by Ric Amante, local poet here in Massachusetts from the city of Lawrence.   I will be posting a review at Eye On Life Magazine pretty soon and will let you know when it is up.

I love being inspired by new poets.  So far I find Ric Amante’s imagery very compelling.  I think we’ll be hearing more from him in the future.

As for my own work, I’ve sent out another barrage of poems to some journals.  Like all poets, I hope I get picked up, but there’s no rush.  I am blessed to have a lot of poetry in my life.

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