108 Days of American Sentence – Day 1

“Oh no! I’ll eat the shit out of anything!” he blurted — and she smiled.

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When I think about America today – man, like I have no words. So I’m gonna make it simple, and maybe even mindful. For the next 108 days I’ll write at least one American Sentence a day. I don’t have any plan for what they will be about – all that I know is they will be American Sentences. What’s an American Sentence? Created by beat poet Allen Ginsberg, it’s a seventeen-syllable sentence.

January 20th, 2017 is a Sad Day

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Design by Hayley Gilmore – to be used at the Women’s March on Washington (or in a town or city near you)

 

We need our voices and creativity more than ever now. We need to support one another with our current realities and our hopes and dreams. We have lost too much in the last year, and will lose so much more to come.

 

Five Years – after today, five years seems hopeful for the amount of time we have left. My brain and heart have been hurting a lot for months.

No matter what – it’s time to step up in our own ways!! Never say it’s too late.

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From the graphic above: Hayley Gilmore is one busy artist. Check out her  work.

 

 

 

Bell Blue: Dial-A-Poem ~ A Call for Work

Dear Energetic Readers and Writers,

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Elizabeth Hellstern, creatrix of the Telepoem Booth, and her beloved Bell.

This year I was lucky to be part of an amazing project that started right here in Flagstaff, Arizona. I recorded five poems for Elizabeth Hellstern’s project, The Telepoem Booth, after she put out a call to writers last winter. By spring, the booth was up and running (and one of my poems ended up on NPR!), with people lining up to listen to poetry on a rotary phone. The project is a great success – and the booth will begin traveling to different cities and towns throughout the country. Maybe the booth will come to your town! 

I’m so excited that the Telepoem Booth is seeking to add more work to its catalogue. Be a part of this literary/tactile art project and submit your work today!!

Reposted from Submittable:

The Telepoem Booth, a 1970s phone booth that one can dial-a-poem on the rotary phone, is now accepting submissions for poems and micro-essays to include in the Telepoem Directory. Each piece submitted must be an original piece in MP3 Format and under three minutes. Submissions will be chosen based on their “poetic” merit as well as the quality of the reader’s interpretation, (i.e. “does it translate well as an audio piece for the Telepoem Booth?”) The accepted pieces will be available to dial and listen to in the Flagstaff Telepoem Booth, as well as other Telepoem Booths nationally, including in State College, PA and beyond.

telepoem-booth-at-macys-by-holly-troyThe Telepoem Booth is dedicated to providing representation of voices and perspectives from all humans from all walks and paths. Submitters are encouraged to use sound effects and audio enhancements in their submissions. For an example of a finely produced audio poem located in the Telepoem Booth, please listen to Chris Green’s reading of “Inventing the Dolphin” (featured on Rattle Magazine’s poem of the day), produced by Mark Neumann..

Please submit MP3 audio files only. Deadline to submit is Nov. 30, 2016. Notification of jurors’ decisions will be given by 2017.

There are currently 240 poems in the Flagstaff Telepoem Booth, located at 120 N. Leroux St. Well-known published poets, burgeoning authors, and schoolchildren are included in the Telepoem listings. An average of over 120 poems are dialed every day. More information about the project is available on Facebook or www.TelepoemBooth.com.

**Reposted from Writing the Energetic Body**

 

White Rabbit on a Rainy Day

Monday’s Music.

What I’m listening to today – Jefferson Airplane :

 

Common Sense and Beauty – Jane Goodall

I’ve been thinking much about how I want to go forward with my life. I have some pretty good ideas about what next – but not always the energy to carry through as consistently as I’d like.

Jane Goodall has always been an inspiration to me – I think this video will be good for me to watch if/when I feel my energy lag.

I hope this video inspires you.

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Been thinking about Jack Kerouac and Maggie Estep today.

Bad Day at the Beauty Salon

And Maggie’s classic: I’m An Emotional Idiot.

and: I’m Happy

Donuts, Aquarius, and The Shadow – Dancing with the Echoes of Eternity

Grief and the shadow have been staring me down. I’m seeing patterns, and more and more, time feels less linear to me, spherical, maybe even donut-shaped.

Addiction, alienation, secrets, power, sexuality, envy, fear – the stuff we keep hidden – I’ve been circling around the subjects and diving through. I feel like I’ve been breaking past human darkness and into something more brilliant and magnificent, something that reverberates beyond my body, beyond space, and beyond time.

Jung saw the shadow as “the seat of creativity.” What if we looked at the shadow differently? What if we if we looked at the shadow as the hidden part of ourselves that is the cosmic hyper-dimensional being that is who we are in eternity – and – what if we take that part of ourselves and integrate it into our consciousness? Shadow as the Infinite Self, rather than the lowest aspect of our being. Or, if we look at the polarity of the shadow – the lowest part must also includes the highest part.

Check out Mama Maga’s video below. She is right in synch with how I’ve been thinking about the shadow and about time lately. She’s discusses the Aquarian view of the Shadow. Our perception of reality can open or close doors to how we view and experience our lives.

Mama Maga asks, “Is the great aspect of you your shadow?” and, “How is the energy in your nervous system transforming?”

The collage below is from Tribal Donut, Issue 1, 1991, page 9 – San Francisco. I view it as incredibly Scorpionic, a way of looking at the shadow as self through creative play. The collage artist was a friend of mine at the time – Jason Keehn (a.k.a. Cinnamon Twist). The creative play I experienced in the 90s was exquisite, and I feel as if those creative doors are opening again. I feel this beautiful (and sometimes scary) part of my past is echoing into my future . . .

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Excerpt from Tribal Donut (pages 5 and 6):

Tribal Donut—somewhere between dolphin pod, sufi halka, magikal circle . . . without gurus or masters, or rather, where anyone  & anything can be a source of revelation; where each of us is both student and teacher to each other at different times; where the formal intitiatic hierarchy is dissolved into a movement of learning from one another and from life.

No program, no predefined goal, no rules: call it a kind of experiment in kaos magick.

A signal in the cracks of your so-called waking world, a blip of that way rad akashic musick-video you glimpsed yourself in your wildest, most luminescent luminous dreams . . .

A psychick postcard from the city on the edge of forever, beamed out on the pulse of Love to tomorrow’s friends . . .

Simple premise: Nobody is going to create your utopia for you. (Sidestepping here the aspect of Utopia as dead perfection). Do It Yourself. It may be small, it may be fragmentary, it may be evanescent, and the going may not be very easy, but what else is there to do? What are we here for anyway?

Finished listing excuses for why things are they way they are. after all the obstacles and inertia and “forces of oppression,” there remains a fundamental openness waiting to find channels through which it can remake itself/be remade . . . Count up the untold horrors and pains and ugliness wrought by domesticated primates on each other & their world; try to change it: struggle yes—but do you really know what you are up against, & just how deep it runs? . . .Maybe to truly take responsibility for your own life—as opposed to taking on the weight of the world when you can’t even clean up after your own mess, ‘internal’ or ‘external’—is to see that there’s really nothing preset: so assume your freedom, and out AND PLAY.

And why not create something as radically different as possible from all the dismal and abusive routines of civilization while you are at it . . .??