Goby’s Journal: September 27 – October 4, 2015

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Goby's Journal
September 27, 2015

Spelling –she made them
	casting far
& broad

	The Seedlings

		interrupted by

	hope
with nowhere else to go

Grow them by the door step
	two by two, each of a kindness
we have not seen lo these many years

Poetry generates poetry, though I can not speak it
Every one of us, lost
		in our own mother’s tongue



Goby’s Journal
September 29, 2015

Days without sun
There was the Black Stallion before he became famous 
	
	in my dream 

	I rode a bicycle down 
a long hill 
	weaving from one
		side of the path 	
	to the other

the door to our apartment
on the wrong side of the hall

When I entered the room 
I saw from the loft that the auditorium 
was already filled 

Tomorrow, I will learn about trees


Goby’s Journal
September 30, 2015

Learning the names of the trees

We are waking from a collective dream
Storms at sea, days without sun

Wet roof tops mirror the sky


Goby’s Journal
October 1, 2015

Days with sun

Curbside streams ferry fallen leaves
broken umbrellas

I don’t want to understand
	
	 this poem

a shower of words late in the afternoon

is everything we wished for

Animals have taught me another way

	neither from or about

they have taught me


Goby’s Journal
October 2, 2015

The oldest tradition is without borders

Days without sun

Missing the walk among the trees
I failed to rescue myself from dreams

Joaquin is lost at sea



Goby’s Journal
October 4, 2015

No sun for days
the streets of Carolina
are awash with rain

houses dissolve into the sea

Where does it come from?

Using a crow quill (#102 nib)… how I communicate with my mother… who had superb control and draftsmanship with that instrument. Once the pen of choice for comic strip artists. A 0.1 STAEDTLER liner pen makes a line as fine, but without the nib and the dynamic line. Stippling, the micro splatters and splits using the nib make for more interesting shading–have to do that deliberately with the liner pen. When I work that fine–much of the interest is in exploring up-close, so it makes a difference.

I’ve been thinking about doing something like this, much larger scale. (this is a detail from a 23×40 acrylic https://jacobrussellsmagicnames.com/page/3/) …for still larger, and more complex detail, need liquid acrylics and finer linen canvas, gesso sanded smooth, to work with that level of detail.
I took children’s classes at the Chicago Art Institute when I was, like… 6 or 7. Seurat’s Un Dimanche a la Grande Jatte burned a hole in my brain, passing by as I came and went.

Conceptual Personae

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image002Every philosophy is populated by a conceptual persona that functions as its transcendental unity of apperception or the principle by which it is struck by questions and problems and through which it forges and links concepts and grasps phenomena.  That persona might be the scientist, the priest, the artist, the doctor, the analyst, the revolutionary, the dancer, the judge, the vulnerable person, or any number of others.  New ones are always being invented.  Questions and problems flash into being in response to the subject or persona.  Concepts are created and linked in new ways.  Phenomena become visible or invisible.  The subject of a philosophy is not the philosopher, but rather the conceptual persona.  Indeed, the philosopher is often horrified by the conceptual persona that inhabits the philosophy she gropes towards and the becoming into which it draws her despite herself.

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Goby’s Journal: 9/28/15 (2)

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Using journal entries as poems… or working them over as poems… integrating the quotidian and banal with … with what? With what happens listening to what the words evoke.
Have posted a few recently. Consistent with my moving away in 2010 from individual, stand alone poems, to adding one to another to make a cumulative series. This could become a 4th book. The first three have proved to be a hard sell. Even when sections of them get published… as individual poems. Never give up.

Every day a poem. Forms
on my desk
                  IMPORTANT INFORMATION!
have to renew my "benefits" Money poisons -- the seeds I plant bear
        Paper and paint. Unless -Converted- (is Capitalism a Religion? That I must 
convert to live?)
           
Fill out the forms!
                  indigestable
Here's what I want to write on the back of every piece of art I make 
and refuse to sell:

                In the Parcel -- Be the Merchant
                Of the Heavenly Grace --
                But reduce no Human Spirit -
                To Disgrace of Price --
                EmilyD

Goby’s Journal: 9/28/15 (1)

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September 28,2015
Post Pope
Healing foot & rib
10:15: AM showered dressed & pleasured

No need for decoration
      Everything
            becomes
        the poem

Consult your history
     if you know our place
     you know our time
City preparing for the worst
the wars the end & the beginning
           thwarting
Convention (coming)-- wisdom (which)
is nothing of the kind
    be kind
          be kind
               be kind

Goby’s Journal

Goby’s Journal
I woke this morning with a thought that this would be a good day to visit the art museum. But my foot is still not ready, and …. the Pope.

Wondering though the rooms and corridors of a museum, one bathes in the illusion that all this matters. That art is important and valued in the world. The museum is there to make you feel that.

It’s not true, you have to remind yourself. It feels so good to believe it… but it’s not true.