29 December 2006
24 December 2006
So this gets better... Robbie's sister Annie is moving to Portland. Here is Annie's blog - and though I've not met her, her editorial blog-eye suggests she's every bit as dynamic a soul as her brother. Please, Portland friends, welcome Annie Wilkins to our fair city on the Left Coast (the American city that tries harder than any other to be 'European' - and almost succeeds).
22 December 2006
18 December 2006
Since around 1997, I've had poetry or prose (reviews, prose poems) published in the following:
Beat the Dust
Protimluv (in Czech)
Kam v Brně (in Czech)
Super Clod Clod
Turntable and Blue Light
Gently Read Literature
Willows Wept Review
Black Heart Magazine
The Smoking Poet
The Refined Savage
Eight Octaves Review
Oregon English Journal
The Poetry Pole
Open Wide Magazine
The Other Side of Ragged Edge
Ars Poetica 2013 (in Slovak)
Open Wide - 10th Anniversary Edition
From a Terrace in Prague: A Prague Poetry Anthology
PRCHAVÉ DOMOVY: Mezi vyhnavstvím a vnitřním exilem / FLEETING HOMES: Between Banishment and Inner Exile (CZ & ENG)
Bending Light into Verse II
The Return of Kral Majales: Prague's International Literary Renaissance 1990-2010
A.D. Winans Tribute (Open Wide Magazine)
Destination Anywhere (Open Wide Magazine)
Raising Our Voices: Oregon Poets Against the War
14 December 2006
The tools... small pair of dull scissors, which I could barely fit my fingers into... small mirror, about 2"x3"... and a rubber band off some vegetables (I don't remember what kind).
The remnants of my wooly winter fluff.
The results (after an hour or so): Voila! Euro Haircuts rock! Please note that it looked much better after a wash, and looks great now since it's got its curl back.
Thank you for your fascination.
11 December 2006
The alarm clock that runs away and hides when you don't wake up. Clocky gives you one chance to get up. But if you snooze, Clocky will jump off of your nightstand and wheel around your room looking for a place to hide. Clocky is kind of like a misbehaving pet, only he will get up at the right time. Read more...
I know, it may sound crazy, but when I was in high school I would set anywhere from 3-5 alarm clocks all around the room - electric, battery, wind-up, it didn't matter... I'd either sleep through them or get up in my sleep and turn them off. Typically, my waking up required my grandma or my sister shaking me until I came to.
To be fair, I wasn't lazy - I simply rarely got sleep. Living on a hobby-farm meant routine phonecalls from neighbors telling us our cows had gotten through our shabby fences and were in the middle of the road... so I'd often get up at 3:30am (or whenever), round up the cows with a flashlight, 'repair' the fence with bailing twine (or wire), and then go back to bed for an hour or two before school.
And my teachers wondered why I slept through classes...
08 December 2006
04 December 2006
30 November 2006
"I can believe anything, provided it is incredible." ~ Oscar Wilde
"It is to the poet a thing of awe to find that his story is true." ~ Isak Dinesen
“Times are bad. Children no longer obey their parents, and everyone is writing a book.” ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
“Women: You can't live with them, and you can't get them to dress up in a skimpy Nazi costume and beat you with a warm squash.” ~ Emo Phillips
21 November 2006
Some online reviews I found through google mention:
"[Seldomfence]...would be excellent listening for a road trip across the midwest in autumn" (Portland Mercury, 25 Oct 2000)
"...the type of music that might be created from a group of friends cooped up inside on a cold winter night after having a few whiskeys (or maybe just a Portland microbrew) to warm up" (Swizzlestick, 1 May 2001)
but there's certainly nothing that warrants a $20+ price tag - that's ridiculous.
20 November 2006
17 November 2006
They called these Babel North and Babel South, both majestic and, to them, superior to anything God had made.
And since God saw the humans' hubris, He sent a score of brown dragons to destroy their towers.
Then the terrified humans said, "Surely our God would not do such a thing," and so they waged war on the brown dragons, for they could no longer see the works of their own God.
that go out only with sirens
thump thump thumping at cardiac doors.
I've tried to drown them in pilsner falls.
Flapping arms I've taken flight... and still
they burn. I am sleepless over this
pending inferno. This game between hops & scotch,
studying white lines thick as pages,
counting quarter-to-two cracks in the plaster
waiting for the pipes to burst. I am
a medieval rocket - destined to hoist
red flags on the moons of dark ages.
I satellite spires, awake as a wheel
in the midst of zodiac clocks.
16 November 2006
"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God, your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some; it is in everyone. And, as we let our light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
Buy the DVD:
Jeff Tweedy - Sunken Treasure - Live in the Pacific Northwest