20 April 2014

& Easter (2014)

with Phil & Rita

Easter (1948 or 1949)

I must've been the snazziest kid on the block. this was our second house in Elyria.  it was a 2-story with basement that Dad built at 162 Warren. we only lived there a couple of years before building on Winckles.

17 April 2014

one month

without my evening dessert. a whole month without even a whiff of chocolate.


I was watching a movie & cramming M&Ms into my mouth when I suddenly stoppd & told myself "this is crazy." I don't even taste what I'm eating & there's no enjoyment here.  I'm prone to addictions. & eating sweets had evolved into just another addiction.  I'd start to panic if I didn't have a dessert to accompany my evening film. I'd stockpile desserts in the freezer -- just as protection.  instead of cutting a pie into 6 pieces I'd cut it into quarters.

so I went on a sabbatical. to see if I cd.  & to reassess. it was a good experience. I know where I am.  I'm ready to resume sweets -- but with control.

at a certain age dessert is like sex.  it's better if you don't have it every nite.

15 April 2014

fastest turnaround ever

during the nite I didn't take a picture of the blood moon. my camera doesn't have a magic lens.  so I wrote a poem because I do.

after a few hours sleep I got up to feed the cat. tried to go back to sleep but my mind was moonsmackd. I thot I'd put a couple of bloodstaind poems together & send them off to Bree who likes to do such projects. she too was moonsmackd & sd yes. before I cd even take a nap she'd done this cover

which she put online with this notice:

"Poems that Drip Blood" (in memory of Todd Moore) available now $5 paypal to greenpandapress@gmail.com or cheques to Green Panda Press 3174 berkshire rd cleve hts oh 44118.

she promises a small edition so diehards out there send her some money now.

besides the glory of the blood moon here's the rest of the back story.  Todd Moore has been on my mind more than usual lately.  John Dorsey & I just had a lively exchange abt him.  of course there's much blood in his poems.  & years ago when I did my series "Stains"  the one with my blood I sent to him. as I tossd in bed trying to return to sleep but not succeeding somehow putting recent poems with blood in them seemd to overlay with Todd.  the lurid title came from my semi-sleep state. I was confusing the British horror film with a Barbara Stanwyck telefilm. (for my 50th birthday Todd wrote a tribute which combines Stanwyck & blood.)

& one of the things abt Todd that I value most is his ability to write poems anywhere & everywhere & all the time & get them into the world quickly. he'd love Bree & all she does. just like I love Bree & all she does.

so send her some money.  this will clearly be one of the scarcest items in the Gildzen bibliography.

14 April 2014

good news

the first time I saw Hotel Castaneda in Las Vegas NM was from a train & it was indeed love. even in ruin it was a majestic building with so many stories to be told.

here I am some years ago at the hotel with the Century Dimes. I made them into a C for Castaneda.

we now learn that its sale has gone thru & caring new owners will restore this gem.  I can't wait.

11 April 2014

Phyllis Frelich (1944-2014)

when we drove past The Pantry this ayem I hadn't heard that she died yesterday.

in 1980 I saw her on Broadway in her award-winning role. 16 years later we appeard in the same film. she was a supporting actress in "Santa Fe."  I was an extra. in my first scene I was at the counter of The Pantry while she was seatd at a small table near the front window. we didn't appear on screen at the same time. & we weren't able to interact between scenes.  but it was a thrill to see her there as we waitd for the camera to roll.

another closing

Rita & Phil & I had one last breakfast at Tecolote Cafe. this Santa Fe institution is being evictd in another week.  appears to be one more example of landlord greed.

I've been going to Tecolote for the past 21 years. in that time I've shared good food there with artists Ben Bassham & Bill E. Berger   tympanist John Grimes   cousin Regina & her husband.

there is the possibility that the restaurant will survive in new digs. we'll see what happens next.