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Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Communication

Communication

If I ever/

cease to understand/

communicate/

it will -

lock me within a place

I am afraid to be.

Where night is a silent foreign film

without subtitles,

where rest is faint/sporadic

& subject to wild shapes,

where a cool wash of neon-green

spreads over my pupils.

Where television becomes the

heavenly father.

Now I am purposely waiting for dawn.

(There will always be someone out there,

recording this for posterity.)

This circle will not come full,

for fear of exposing itself,

I will not be boxed in

for fear of hitting corners.

Now please!

Hours of canned laughter,

one-line quips and info-mertials,

for the love of God they're eating me

alive!

Going Mobile

Greetings!

Several new things to discuss here today: First, recently i performed at Robin's Bookstore in downtown Philly, and learned that the event was filmed as part of the Philadelphia Poetic Arts Project, an extremely excellent group of people. Here is a link to one of the videos where I read "Ode to Insomnia" from here you can find other performances from that night (as well as two other readings I did). Secondly, here are some new pieces written over the past couple of weeks while working long hours to save for a transportation vehicle (of which has been recently obtained hopefully leading to more performances) enjoy.

Peace and Enlightenment,
Jon

Link to Robin's Bookstore videos :

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So I have been standing here,
numerically meditating in a
fixed upright position, while
drifting in and out of fragments
of demands and pleas.
Blindly rushing for fear of
not "keeping up", so i am
essentially silent save for streams
of pre-written polite exchanges,
baffling empty language.
Watching from apathetic eyes,
strangers passing between,
& sirens rolling down the grey avenues.


Wine
Home now,
beautifully spent,
wasting away in bed,
drinking deep the succulent fruit,
while the room swirls.
And out come the beautiful devils
to kiss you good-night!
And I am now in the frame
of mind to expose these secrets
I've held for so long.
I am now in the frame of mind
to dance wildly in the soft
song of my youth.
Propelling the self forward is key to
retaining faith, so I leap into
destruction to save my wretched self.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Coltrane

Coltrane

My brain feels like
it has been brutally abused
by Coltrane!
Euphoria!
Praise the ancient gyrations!
Fueled by whiskey and smoke!
Obsession for supreme,
I attempt to call forth the
heavens, in all her complexity:
brash, brass, bohemian martyr,
I propel you in great leaps
of tri-pol-ets!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Seeking....

Just a few updates:
First, two new videos both from a performance held at Tranquilitea, during Lauren Doyle's art opening. Got to play with two incredible keyboardist who elevated the music to estatic planes of vision. Second, a new painting is up for show, this one steming from sugestings and the harmony of sublime late night tones. As always peace and enlightnement.

Jon