& in another dark corner

Sherry Jackson


producer William Asher (husband of Elizabeth Montgomery for a decade) who also directd "I Love Lucy" & wrote/directd "Beach Blanket Bingo"

more noir

Anne Jeffreys   Ann Rutherford   Marsha Hunt


with Ron Oliver   director of the Donald Strachey mysteries

Palm Springs Film Noir Festival

            Barbara Rush


with Patty McCormack   star of one of my favorite movies from childhood "The Bad Seed"

away

will
be out
of town &
without
a computer
till mon nite.

day of mixd emotions

ever since learning Prez O admires Scalia I've been dreading his high court pick. I confess to knowing little abt Sotomayor. however since Mitt Romey feels her choice is troubling I'm already feeling better.

speaking of Mormons that church must be overjoyd by the decision of the California supreme court.

Facebook

have been unable to access my page all day. the note sez it's "maintenance" & that my page will return soon. it's been saying that for 12 hours.

dinner tonite

with John Ericson

got

an early morning hike in with neighbors & dogs before what seems to be an all-day drizzle.

now we learn

why Cheney is suddenly so visible. the turd is shopping his memoirs.

my town

second place

no one can see the future. but I feel confident in predicting the careers of Gilles Marini & Adam Lambert will outlast those of the "winners."

yucca & flokati

since

I plan to watch a Mae Clarke movie ce soir I ran to the store to purchase a pamplemousse.

the panda that never dies

new pix continue to appear online. here's one John Burroughs took of me at The Lit before my reading:

& not to worry: that's only water.

a week ago today

I read a poem from Ohio Triangle at Daniel's Way:

Christina Brooks capturd the moment & just postd it on Facebook. I'm flankd by Michael Henson & Bree.

thinking

of James Mason on his centennial.

UPS just

deliverd this brick

from General Industries which I maild myself from Elyria last fri.

in background: "Dad's Last Garden."

what if

Michael Jackson remade the Lon Chaney version of "Phantom of the Opera" instead of a staging a comeback in "High School Musical 4"?

Miss California's fake boobs meltd next time she was under the bright lights of another Fox interview?

Dick Cheney wd go back to his secret hiding place?

"tres versing the panda" (Coventry Village Library)

with Miles Budimir   George Wallace   Steve Goldberg (photo by Dianne Borsenik)


with Angela Jaeger

"tres versing the panda" (The Lit)

with fellow Elyrian John Burroughs (photo by Judith Mansour)



Adam Perry & Irene Joyce



with Cleveland stalwarts Ray McNiece & Chris Franke

"tres versing the panda" (b-b-q on Berkshire)

with Bree & a plate of veggies



Amy Cunningham   Charlie Potts   Bree   Travis Catsull   Michael Henson

"tres versing the panda" (Daniel's Way)

my first event of the festival was the gathering at the plaque commemorating Daniel Thompson:



in the picture are Amy Cunningham   R. A. Washington   Jack McGuane   Chris Franke   Bree   Byron Coley.

flying to Ohio

to visit Mom this week.

then on the weekend I'm part of this poetry festival. so if you're anywhere near Cleveland come & say hello:



Saturday Afternoon, May 9, 1 pm (Free)
Gathering at the Daniel Thompson Memorial Plaque (outside the Lincoln Inn, 75 Public Square, Cleveland)/followed by TBA: readers will include Alex Gildzen , Jack McGuane, Eric Paul, Jim Lang, Kisha foster, Valerie Webber.


Saturday Night, May 9, 7 pm ($7 admittance)
Ray McNeice and Tongue in Groove will play, plus poets Alex Gildzen, Angela Jaeger, Byron Coley, Charles Potts, George Wallace, Jesus Crisis, Emma Young, Mary Weems, Jim Lang, Michael Henson, Russ Vidrick, Wesley Eisold & Bree will read at The Lit in the ArtCraft Building 2570 Superior Avenue Suite 203, Cleveland 216.694.0000


Sunday Afternoon, May 10, 3pm (Free)
Alex Gildzen, Angela Jaeger (NY), Bree, Michael Salinger, Ben Gulyas, George Wallace, Eric Paul, Phil Metres, Adam Brodsky, Byron Coley & Wendy Shaffer at the Coventry Library, at Coventry Rd. & Euclid Hts. Blvd., Cleveland Heights, followed by a dinner break on Coventry Road.

Durl is back in his Las Vegas & sent me pix he shot in our Las Vegas including this one:

what's this?

the answer is in the new issue of Otoliths.

naked interview

Tom Beckett's interview with me is in the new issue of Otoliths.

warning: this may contain more information than you wish to know.

unlike

this brave tram worker
I rode up the moutain inside the gondola.



it was quite a view.

the other Las Vegas

Nevada friends Darryl & Gary are spending a couple of days with me. today we went to the one in New Mexico.



we walkd around the once glorious Castaneda Hotel   lunchd at Landmark Grill in the still-being-refurbishd Plaza Hotel   put our hands in Montezuma Hot Springs. Gary bought a Polly Whitcomb pot on Bridge St & I bought Mamie Van Doren's autobiography at an antique shop.

I
need not
wake the dead
they
never sleep
in my bed
since
we are
forever at play

1st iris of the season

      thx Richard

how odd

to wake to hear 2 cities in which I've lived on the national news.

Elyria
one of the 1st midwestern cases of swine flu

Kent
student partiers riot causing mass arrests

tribute

Bea Arthur (1922-2009)

I took this of her with the other Golden Girls at the party following Nite of 100 Stars in 1990. unfortunately I have no photos of her when we brought her to Santa Fe in 1999 for "Live at the Opera."

ironically I learnd of the deaths of Cooper & Arthur on the same day. Bea creatd the role of Vera Charles in the musical "Mame." later in the run Marilyn took over the role of Gooch.

Marilyn Cooper (1934-2009)

she was one of my favorite Broadway performers. I took this at the 1984 Tony Awards ball.

turning 66 on 66

my thx to Bill Fogle

to see more work by this superb artist see his You Tube page.

as a gift

for my birthday cousin Sal sent me this photo which I've never seen before. I think I was 3. it was taken in Lorain. not sure which is spiffier -- my outfit or the tricycle.

as I

sit on a bench in Plaza Entrada luxuriating in the beauty of the ordinary

I close my eyes & am in places past. the hammock in the backyard in Elyria. a hillside on front campus in Kent. an egg-shaped pool in Hollywood.

I smell those places. places where I was so alive. the beauty of those places is so keen that I know none of them were ordinary.

the sun of this moment overlaps that of those. I am the intersection of past & present. I am alive & intoxicatd by so much beauty.

"Drop us a postcard."

that's the last line in Thrity Umrigar's 1998 column on the death of Fran Murphey.

& Fran did. CNN is reporting that a postcard she maild in 1962 just arrivd.

long before I met her I heard abt Fran Murphey. I was an undergrad in Kent State University's school of journalism. & she was one of the school's best-known grads. the year I was born she went to work for the Akron Beacon Journal. she was both reporter & photographer. a large woman with plain looks   she often wore pants. she spoke her mind. & she always got her story.

I'd see her sometimes hanging around the faculty offices on campus (she knew everybody) & years later at various Akron functions (she never missd an important event). & when it came time that she mentiond me in her column it was a joy because it made me feel part of the history of the Akron-Kent community.

Fran Murphey's sudden appearance in the national news so long after her death is exactly the kind of story she wd've written so well.

more Cheney flapping

why doesn't he follow the lead of the Freddie Mac CEO?

snarky

is how the news is making me feel. I'm trying hard not to rebut the last administration's bien-pensant veep or snarl at that beauty queen or wonder what the Texas secessionists eat for breakfast.

some of you

may remember the name Gertrude Duryea from one of my videos:


going thru files the other day I came across a strip of portraits of her. they were taken at Brinkmier's Studio in Pittsburgh perhaps in the 1880s. she signd the back which also has this addendum in her hand: "Taken when I attended a Dramatic School."



& dramatic she remaind. when Mother & I wd visit her in the old house at 225 East Broad she was an elderly widow but had a lively wit to match an expanse of henna hair.

for some time now Gertrude's chair has been a part of my life. I like when one person's history becomes a part of another's.

"Alex with Moore" (1978)

painting by Douglas Unger

of cats past

Jean-Claude van Itallie took this picture 40 years ago. it was the photographic debut of a kitten I'd name Moore because he was born in Jean-Claude's NYC apartment next door to Marianne Moore's.

that summer I went to Jean-Claude's farmhouse in the Berkshires to fetch the cat. in those days one cd bring abt anything on a plane. so I carried him on board in a case & put him under my seat. he lived with me in Twin Lakes & joind me for the move into town in 1980.

Moore died in mar 1982. 3 months later I again went to Jean-Claude's farm to retrieve another cat. this one was calld Tobias & eventually traveld with me from Ohio to New Mexico. he's buried in the backyard.

sending

good wishes to Brent Goodman who had a heart attack.

"unprotected sax"

that subject of one of today's spam e-mails reminds me of Tim Capello:

from the Republican playbook

Mark Fidrych (1954-2009)

in Paul Metcalf's "The Players" Fidrych joins Walt Whitman on stage. I took this picture during rehearsal for the 1986 premiere of the play. artist Julio Grande playd Fidrych. also on stage were Michael Gizzi   Richard L. Robbins   David Raffeld   Cheryl Nelsen.

#1 video in the world

not sure how long this will stay up. this Daily Motion posting of Susan Boyle has over 2 & a half million hits.

that link

altho I can't seem to get the Susan Boyle link to work here I have put the video up on my Facebook page.

sometimes dreams come true

I'm a sucker for the formula in which someone who has been bullied or dismissd trimuphs.

altho I don't like the myriad of talent shows on tv these days a friend told me abt a You Tube video ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY )from a show calld "Britain's Got Talent." For some reason You Tube no longer allows it to be embedded & I can't get the link to work but do make the effort to look.

here's what Susan Boyle sd abt her life:
"I was born with a disability and that made me a target for bullies. I was called names because of my fuzzy hair and because I struggled in class. I told the teachers, but because it was more verbal than physical I could never prove anything. But words often hurt more than cuts and bruises and the scars are still there. I still see the kids I went to school with because we all live in the same area. They're all grown up with children of their own. But look at me now - I've got the last laugh...Mum loved the show and used to tell me I should put my name down and that I'd win it if I did. But I never thought I was good enough. It was only after she died that I plucked up the courage to enter. It was a very dark time and I suffered depression and anxiety. But out of the darkness came light. I realised I wanted to make her proud of me and the only way to do that was to take the risk and enter the show."

I keep watching this video again & again -- now mostly to observe that look of satisfaction on this woman's face.

a bit of snow

as Rita & I made our way to Easter brunch.

Reading Lady Murasaki in Plaza Entrada While Sipping a Mocha Frappuccino

            for Ray

it
doesn't matter
what country it
is
as long
as it is

229 Seventh St

someone who grew up in my hometown of Elyria has sent me a couple of e's today. in one he mentions the house where Sherwood Anderson lived.



the novelist & his family moved into this house in 1908. I took this polaroid in 1967 for an article I had written. I presume the house still exists. they first lived in a brick apartment building called The Gray which I remember showing David Meredith a few years ago.

memories

this has been a retrospective day.

map

David Hockney drew this in my travel journal on my 1st trip to Europe.

Jack Wrangler (1946-2009)

interview

I'm undergoing quite an adventure with Tom Beckett. he's tough & I'm cranky. so this is a bit of a challenge for each of us.

an april day

even tho the Doris movie I saw ce soir wasn't one of her best   she's always a joy to watch.

how lovely

to read what Steve Tills has to say abt It's All a Movie.

high winds

Green Panda bookmark

thx Bree . . .

this month

marks the 40th anniversary of my 1st chapbook:



there are only 3 poems in this little book which was publishd in an edition of 200 copies by Abraxas Press. there are 2 states to the cover. some are black ink on manilla card stock. others have blue added to the wave design (as above).

original price was a quarter.

ate

more pistachios. then caught Bess Flowers' quick bit in a '50s sci fi flick.

pistachio love

this afternoon I was thinking I shd write abt my joy at eating this nut. not only the taste but the process of cracking open the shell & swoping up the green treat.

then on the news just now I heard there is a pistachio recall.

if I don't post tomorrow you'll know I've been felld by salmonella.

counting strokes

I suspect if I knew anything abt golf I'd appreciate Steve Tills' new collection Rugh Stuff even more than I do. it's a book abt language & sex & play. golf is its apron. but the chef beneath is all balls out. a first reading is a romp. I bet the next will be complex.

"Balzac"

big lunch. little nap. woke with that name on my lips.

march madness

this is my apricot tree a bit ago. & we may get more snow during the day.

but this is nothing when I think of the calamity facing the residents of Fargo.

worn out

watchd "King Lear." can't remember when I've seen so much acting. at least I found a new actor to follow -- Philip Winchester.

today
the butterflies
migratd to forsythia

a neighbor visits

Jonathan uses the little bed I've made outside my diningroom door.

Caldo Verde Soup

          for Tom Beckett

the Italian owner of Stag Bar wd put his own spin on this Portuguese soup. Bert   my favorite waitress (we were allowd to use that term then) in all of Kent   wd serve it steaming. in memory it was probably chicken broth with potato   white cabbage   spinach   pepperoni.

for many years I lunchd several times a week at the Stag. usually alone. sometimes with Melville scholar Howard P. Vincent. other times with visiting poets & movie directors.

as far as I know the building still stands but it's been remodeld & I no longer know what it's calld. but the Stag Bar is indelible in my Kent memory bank. & I can still taste Eddie's soup.

observations

butterfly tasting apricot blossom

train refrain

neighbor pug with buddah face

celebrating spring

morning coffee in the little park across the arroyo. then to the grocery to purchase ruby trout which I'll broil for lunch.

more economic woes

looks like some poets & filmmakers -- among many other professors -- will be out of work in our town. College of Santa Fe will close in 2 months & it looks as if our legislature is unwilling to save it.

a major loss.

William Desmond Taylor

whisperd the name of his killer in my ear. the vowels were Spanish. he wants me to tell only Pedro Almodovar who will film the murder. I'll be listd in the credits as "technical consultant."

new broom

my dear old friend Roberta wrote from London abt my Spanish broom.

I've mentiond here that nature indeed is having the last word on the matter. several small volunteers are making progress. I just took this for Roberta. I hope you can see the wiry green stalks.



& there's a bit of my little daffodils which have lastd longer than usual this season.

l i t e

yard

work

for Jill Sobule

Delores Del Rio mural in Hollywood

today's plan

was to rest. but a simple house project escalatd. hours of organizing   cleaning   moving of heavy ojects   & I'm worn out again.

James Purdy (1923-2009)

hate to admit it

but this old guy is a little sore today.

digging a hole

neighbor Rita had a water leak on her outdoor drip system. so I just helpd her dig a 4 foot hole. now we await the plumber.

because

it's dark when I wake up now
I cd still enjoy the last of the full moon.

Busby's line

yesterday became today as I wrote abt the girls in the Berkeley production numbers.

last time

I saw Bill Rose was when he brought "The Loss of Nameless Things" to our 2004 film festival.
he just returnd with his newest doc "This Dust of Words."



as he wrote me this is "another story of thwarted promise." & it's another film to seek out. I have a feeling Elizabeth Wiltsee will haunt as much as Oakley Hall does.

I'm not a violent person but

I cd wring the neck of whoever inventd this time change crap.

Roger Shimomura at his opening at Eight Modern

winds

have been so bad that every time I leave the house I feel like Lillian Gish in that silent movie.

Batman lifts his teacup to Mark Young & sez

"holy lance of melancholy"

in a 10-minute period

this blog was visitd by people in Switzerland   Turkey   Spain.

sometimes
the productivity
of a minute
exceeds
that of
a whole day

in an afternoon

of tiredness I ate strawberries from Mexico. they had no taste. then I plantd seeds from pods I collectd from my parents' front yard in Ohio. I returnd to the kitchen to eat half a pink grapefruit from Texas. it was so tasty my face broke into a smile for the 1st time today.

spring cleaning

been working all weekend. mostly organizing closets. but in the process ridding myself of junque & making it easier to get at things.