30 September 2014

more Wietor

this 1994 painting hangs in my guest room 

more words by Alex & art by Jeff



years ago Wietor was a sort of resident artist for photographer Bryan Ockert (of Chaos Men fame). I've lost the details but Bry askd Jeff to do this piece as a gift for me.  the text is my nite-blooming cereus poem.

29 September 2014

Hungry Ghost Journal

every once in a while I go thru piles & files to gather materials to send to my collection at Kent State.

today I came across some postcards from San Francisco artist Jeff Wietor from a project we did 13 years ago.  as I recall he askd me for a list of some of my favorite words & for one month he did an art piece every day using a trio of those words.

here are two from that series:







26 September 2014

laughter too

there was no opening act. but Santana surprised us by announcing George Lopez who did a bit of patter.



he calld for legalization of pot in the state & defeat of our awful governor.





"Black Magic Woman"

when Santana introduced this song the vocal was by Gregg Rolie who I heard sing it at this same venue 2 months ago.

last nnite the vocal was shared by both of the band's current singers:



Tony Lindsay



Andy Vargas

Carlos in the rain

we were in his dressing room at Sandia Casino before the concert & Santana playd us  Ronald Isley's rendition of "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head."  so I gave him a copy of Another Book of Rain Poems.



my neighbor Phil Andrews brought his mother to meet the master & he was gracious with his time & spirit.



the concert was delayd an hour because of the rain.



& after it began there was more rain.

20 September 2014

Polly Bergen (1930-2014)


in memory Polly Bergen's performance in "The Helen Morgan Story" on 'Playhouse 90' holds a special place. & this album which I bought then has been a favorite of mine over the decades.

17 September 2014

I tend

to wake & spring from bed. but this morning my eyes opend & I didn't feel like rising. I had almost 7 hours of uninterruptd sleep but just didn't want to get up. I'm not sick nor depressd. yes it's no thrill to face paying bills & other mundane activities facing me today. but many are the days when my agenda is unappealing.

what I do on those rare mornings such as this is to think & "write."  I compose elaborate essays. this morning began with one I've considerd before: of Brando/Dean/Newman which is the greatest actor of that generation. I did compose some pithy sentences. but soon my mind was elsewhere.  I began to contemplate how I developd from student of the academy to outlaw poet. of course this shd be of no interest to me. whatever happend to me as poet ought to be subject for others. but my little books rarely receive reviews. so I hardly can expect anyone to want to write abt my life or work.

realizing such thinking was silly & that Kiddo was no doubt hungry I liftd myself out of bed.

16 September 2014

the Kovach side of the family

Sal (son of Frank Kovach)
Karen (daughter of John Kovach)
Regina (daughter of Mary Kovach Yando)
Alex (son of Helen Kovach Gildzen)



& here's a better picture of the birthday girl:


15 September 2014

back from Ohio

Mom was 93 yesterday.  so I spent several days in Elyria/Lorain preparing for her party.  was so busy talking with folks I forgot to use my camera. this is one of the few pix I took:



the cake is from Kiedrowski's -- one of the nation's legendary bakeries.

I just got home. I'm hoping others who were more diligent with the picturetaking will share.  I want to post a sweet picture of Mom.