April 26, 2008
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A Porous Event
When I was asleep and dreaming
I witnessed a silver glint hiding high in the blue.
It was a vast glass and steel skyscaper,
falling...
and it's shadow spread like a slit throat over our lives
It hit our town like a cop's cudgel, unrestrained.
Darkened knobs and jettisoned sprockets.
The powdered thud buried our dead for free.
We all knew it fell from the moon or stars
but when a smaller town...
down a smaller road...
could not adequitly explain some vacant lot.
We frowned and broke it to pieces
The weary bossed around gumbo of
carney justice, hiccup banjos
and a curdled milk spine.
.....continue
I can chime in on Megan Hamilton's travels a little. She stayed
with my girlfriend and I in Austin TX a couple of weeks ago for
3 days. Megan is doing absolutely fabulous. I have never seen her
so happy. In the mornings she ran along Colorado River and swam
in the famous Barton Springs, then cruised the city by day. We
did a little computer maintenance and downloaded bushels of travel
pictures she's being taking on to her laptop, cool ones of Nebraska's
Carhinge >http://www.carhenge.com/<. She is recording a radio
diary for the WYPR Signal Program. She danced for hours at the
historic Continental Club, passing out her cards to the musicians,
hustling some gigs for the Creative Alliance. On her way out of
Austin she got herself some vintage cowboy boots and directions
to the famous Cajun dance hall "Mulate's" in Breaux Bridge
LA. Last we heard of her. Think she gets back to Baltimore first
week of October.
click!
Now
a little news on me. I heard a rumor that I had left Baltimore
(that you Katie???). Not true, I am spending half my time in Austin,
I'm moving there for good sometime this summer. A major and unexpected
life change. I have been in Baltimore since 1973. I came as a wide-eyed
18 year old art student to attend the "Institute", aka "MICA" (although
I am getting more use to that name, it still makes me cringe, surfacing
during the "Reagan Era" and it has always reminded me of
a dreaded letterhead of a cruel collection agency shaking you down
for medical bills. I guess it is one of those generational things).
In all this time I have lived within the same 1/2 mile radius. Bolton
Hill, Howard St bridge, downtown Franklin St and finally Sowebo.
When I have needed to move I could more or less use a city bus. In
truth I don't know how one "really" moves. I love this
city and all my friends. I have family in Texas (was born there)
and while visiting this past Xmas I re-connected with a childhood
friend, Tracy, and now we are together and happy. She is a Pilates
trainer for rodeo bums and clowns and has to follow the circuit.
She cannot move to Baltimore....soooo I gotta move there. City buses
aint going to hack it. Could be half of what I just wrote is bullshit
but never mind. So I hope over the next months I run into many of
you, reminisce some, say our goodbyes. I will be back to Baltimore
often, friends are property will beckon.
Texas will take a lot of getting use too. Although I am a 6 generation
Texan, a rare bird apparently, I left there at the age of 12 and
have embraced whatever fuzzy identity you want to hang on a Baltimoron.
We are very spoiled here, for all it's problems Baltimore is a very
progressive. I have grown comfortable and soft here, knowing that
I will not be challenged from reactionary views very often. Texas
is a horse of a different color, George Bush is not an anomaly and
there are hints that Jesus is armed. Austin seems to be the pocket
of resistance and I plan to embrace it's weirdness. It's hill country
is very beautiful. There is a huge art scene in Houston, still scoping
out Austin's. May buy some vintage cowboy boots myself.
paintings