20 August 2023
13 July 2023
on my milestone birthday I performd "Gildzen at 80" on the beach in Monterey. at the end of the piece I dug up some sand from the middle of the zero & put it in a Ziplock bag.
|photo by Gary Sielaff|
I wantd the sand for another piece I was doing -- "The Earth Jar." I used what I needed but still had sand left in the bag. at one point I gave Christine Anthony & Owen Masterson one of the pages from Gildzen at 50 I used in the Monterey piece along with a little bag of the sand. but there was still enuf sand to call me to do more.
then last nite after hitting the pillow my wandering mind came up with a new piece. I decided to take 10 pages from Gildzen at 50 which I'd used in the Monterey piece & affix the sand onto them with glue. I have no idea how long these pieces will last but I'm pleased with them. & now my multiple decades can be celebratd in numerous places.
22 June 2023
19 June 2023
it happens offer. I conduct a search for something & in the process discover something else. tonite I learnd that late last year Poet's Press brought out the second edition of a book of poems they first releasd in 1972. yes..... that's a half century.
the book is Freedom and Other Times. it's a collection of poems by a classmate of mine in grad school. his name is Bob Carothers. when we were teaching fellows in Kent's English Department in 1967 we began a magazine calld "Toucan." how strange but sweet that after all this time his book is back & I still publish using the imprint of Toucan Press.
I haven't seen or even been in touch with Bob in a very long time. but reading his poems tonite -- especially in the Kent section -- brought back so many memories. I cd see him in class & our heavy conversations after. I cd even hear him recite particular lines I recalld from one of those poems at poetry readings we did in The Cellar & other spots. it was a time of promise. the promise of youth. & we're both still here to remember it while basking in the successes of lives well led.
15 June 2023
David Wallace Crotty is best known as a photographer. but he also has creatd a series of coloring books. Palm Springs. Historic Hollywood. San Simeon. Johnson Glass House. I got the idea of collaborating on a book. so I wrote poems based on his Palm Springs drawings.
today we proofd the book. he's sending it on to the printer. we hope to have a local book launch soon.
I don't know if anyone has done a coloring book with poems. I hope not. but even if there is one out there I'm thrilld to be part of this venture. as I say in a series of art pieces "poems are everywhere." & I keep putting them wherever I can.
31 May 2023
the tote that holds them:
I've never been to Dinkel's. however I ordered from them for my parents. one of the gifts included this tote bag. my parents told me they had no use for it & gave it to me. it immediately became a favorite. I carried it around town. & since its dark green matchd my roll-on it joind me on years of travels to countless cities. when I got to Palm Springs I felt it no longer fit & put it in a drawer -- until I decided its forever home was as container in this piece.
Silver Threads was a store next to Captain Brady's & across the street from the original Kent State University Library (now the fashion museum). I think this small bag dates from early to mid 1970s.
I was in Venice at the very end of 1983 with David Meredith & others. an admirer bought me a black silk Iparalleli scarf at La Couple. it remaind in this bag for 40 years.
while in Budapest (again with Meredith) in may of 1985 I bought several bags of paprika. the spice was in plastic bags which were then placed in these attractive cloth ones.
for Valentines Day 1989 my partner gave me a gift in this bag showing Judy Garland wearing the ruby red slippers.
legendary Santa Fe artist Bernique Longley made drawings on both sides of this bag. if memory serves it containd a Valentine gift in 1996.
in may of 2002 I took a bus trip to Marfa sponsored by Site Santa Fe. my travel buddies included philanthropist Hope Aldrich Rockefeller & textile artist James Koehler. we stayd at Hotel Limpia. while there I bought a jar of peach spread which was in this bag. that vessel is now half of my piece "2 Jars."
in june of 2002 I attended Kennedy Center's Sondheim Celebration. this bag held my souvenirs -- a mug & several pens (all with the same illustration).
on a flight to Maui in may of 2004 I was given this little bag. I have no memory of what was in it but have kept it waiting to put it in an art piece.
I bought gala apples from Mrs. Grobe herself in sept of 2011. Grobe Fruit Farm is an Elyria tradition.
the first piece of art I bought after moving to Palm Springs in may of 2016 was a small drawing by Tod Bailey at Ted Casablanca. gallery owner Bruce Bibby put the work in this bag.
on visits to Palm Springs I usually stoppd at See's Candies on La Plaza. so it was a natural place to go after moving. this bag is circa 2017.
in sept of 2021 I lunchd at Norma's with Sheryl Berk (aka Wendy Wonder). following our meal she drew me in The Parker's lobby on a bag from the restaurant.
in mar of 2022 I purchasd a small work by Nikki Verbitsky from Artize Gallery in Backstreet Art District & it was nestled in this bag.
for my 80th birthday Gary Sielaff & I did a road trip. the first nite we stayd at Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo where we got birthday cake from the bakery. it came with this bag which containd a pair of pink napkins which I later put in my art books.
17 May 2023
29 April 2023
I woke on my 80th birthday (25 apr 23) in the city of my birth -- Monterey CA. my friend Gary Sielaff (who drove on my Big Birthday Road Trip) & I walkd from our rooms at Monterey Bay Inn to the nearby public beach at Monterey Bay Park. I was wearing an Elyria High School t-shirt & carrying a large envelope containing the makings of a piece.
I had ripped out all the pages of a copy of Gildzen at 50. my intention was to make a large 80 from these pages on the beach. but I hadn't taken one thing into consideration -- the weather. as I began to lay down pages to make the 8 the wind took the pages away. I was disconsolate. I knew I had to get the gears going. I cdn't find the many stones needed to weigh down the pages. so I decided to put batches of the pages into crevices on the rock slope beside the sand.
I found a stick & drew an 80 at the slope's base. then I posed for Gary in the middle of the 0 waving Dad's garrison cap (which I like to think he wore on the presidio where I was born) & one of Mom's envelopes from my 2006 piece "85 Envelopes." they were with me when I was born & I made sure they were here for my celebration.
I scoopd up some sand from the middle of the 0 for my piece "earth jar" & gatherd up the batches of pages. then we were off to visit the presidio. later in the day I returnd to the spot & of course the 80 had washed away.
19 March 2023
one of my town's best annual social events is the Red Dress/Dress Red Party. it's a fundraiser for our gay community center & is held at the Air Museum. 3000 people attend.
I long hoped that my Fort Worth friend Bob Barnes wd come to the party one day.
after he died his estate sent me a number of his effects. among them was a carnival mask with red feathers. it still had the price tag on. in my heart I knew Bob bought it to wear to Red Dress.
so last nite I finally brought him to the party.
15 March 2023
I just got an e-mail from "The Blogger Team" claiming that a post of mine called "The Dissolve" from June of 2010 was reportd. it was reviewd & deemd to violate guidelines -- specifically "our Malware & Viruses policy." & thus was "unpublishd."
I have no idea what this entry was. nor how one's writing can violate a policy on malware & viruses. I do get an occasional suspicious comment but for the most part this blog has a low readership. & I doubt any of my readers are a Gladys Kravitz keen to report activity outside the norm.
it feels odd that in a writing career of some 65 years I'd have something of mine "unpublishd." perhaps I shd be happy that some snoop is going back to read my old posts. however it does raise questions abt the "mortality" of what we put online. I'd hate to see this blog which I began in 2004 dissolve. & it does make me happy that last year Crisis Chronicles Press publishd my "Arroyo Chamisa: poems rescued from a blog." I'd hate to have all those poems disappear.
12 March 2023
26 February 2023
25 February 2023
31 January 2023
in 1946 my parents rentd a small house on Lexington Ave in Elyria. that summer Dad made a concrete stoop. my parents put my hand & foot prints in the cement.
if I'd begun reading movie magazines at 3 I was more of a baby cinemaddict than even I imagined. perhaps Mom -- who also loved movies -- had read abt Grauman's Chinese Theater. anyway I was doing the Hollywood thing early on.
it was decades before I was in Santa Fe. again a concrete step was being made for my back door. & my partner at the time & I both put out first initial in the cement with an ampersand in between.
flash forward to now. last week I endured a costly & anxiety-producing underground water leak. part of the repair included jackhammering a hole in the middle of the driveway. this morning the workers returnd to fill in the hole. of course I used that opportunity to graumanize my property.
I suspect Palm Springs will never honor me with a star in the sidewalk downtown. my final hometown will live in my work but this may be my lasting physical imprint.
23 January 2023
17 January 2023
a dozen days of movies & panels & parties. my kind of thing. I've been going since I moved here & have always enjoyd it but this year's was the best yet.
among the memorable films were "Close" & "Chevalier" & "Driving Madeleine."
& a large thank you to my cousin Regina for the super passes she got which allowd us first entry into screenings as well as numerous extras.
|with Regina at the awards gala|
with Austin Butler at the Variety brunch
Jane Fonda / Lily Tomlin / Paul Weitz
with Lukas Dhont (director of "Close")
red carpet for closing nite film
10 January 2023
one of the worst parts of aging is the loss of family & friends.
yesterday I learnd that the painter Mary Ann Begland died at the end of the year just over. I met her 55 years ago at Kent State when we were sparkling with the freshness of youth. she & her then husband hung out with me & my then partner. we bonded immediately. she became one of my favorite conversationalists. unfortunately she & spouse left for Lubbock at end of summer of 1968 for a year. before she left I bought her large & colorful painting "Isadora" which I've enjoyd in my 5 past residences. today it's the first thing I see when I wake.
over the years we saw each other when we cd. I watchd her as single mother raise 2 wonderful boys who became solid men. & we continued to talk. I no longer remember when I startd to call her on the morning of her birthday but it became a tradition we both cherishd.
Mary Ann was the dedicatee of my '70s list poem "Blues." she wrote for my 1996 piece "my first movie." I publishd her art in 2 magazines I edited -- Toucan & Dress. she had a piece in one of my best-known publications -- Six Poems / Seven Prints. & then one of my favorite memories. in 1976 r.j.s. publishd the third & last of my verse journals -- Swimming. I askd Mary Ann to do a cover. I presumed she's do something that wd be printd. instead she paintd by hand 190 covers. I am forever touchd by her generosity in doing this.
I have so many memories of our long friendship -- from her unique sloppy joes to discussions of the latest celebrity suicide.
last may when our hour-long birthday phone chat ended we did what in recent years we had begun to do -- we told each other "I love you."