The Fifteenth House

4th Annual Grey to Green Festival Saturday September 10, 2011, 10 am - 5 pm Wick Park 1221 Elm Street, Youngstown, Ohio 44505

2011-08-23T09:58:00.001-04:00

4th Annual Grey to Green Festival Saturday September 10, 2011, 10 am - 5 pm Wick Park 1221 Elm Street, Youngstown, Ohio 44505

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Large Mug o' Art From the Forest : Ludwig's forest art on mugs, totes, you name it

2011-07-29T16:19:00.001-04:00

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Here Comes The Sun

2011-07-07T10:14:00.002-04:00

Here Comes The Sun
Originally uploaded by stormbirdstudio

portrait of some sunspots, Here Comes The Sun ornament, 16" for
Youngstown University Festival of The Arts
web.ysu.edu/sfa/ . .
See more at http://www.facebook.com/dianaludwigart

Learn more about the sun by reading books here

The Lion Princess uplifts youth with a wonderful story & helps animal rescues!

2011-04-09T19:46:00.005-04:00

via kickstarter.com

The Lion Princess' story to be given out as incentives to donors to animal rescues across the Texas Panhandle & hopefully the country ~ help her help animal rescues! Only 8 days left! KS allows even just a $1 backers & if the total goal is not met no $$ changes hands at all ~ no risk for any backer! Please "Share", thanks! Her Link: http://kck.st/hHK9Fu Please help our Lion Princess project on Kickstarter help animal advocay groups - she has only 8 more days to make her goal or down the tubes she goes :( can't help Shelter Rescues that way! - KS lets anyone help out with even just a dollar - or even a "LIKE" or a "Share"d link would be a blessing - thanks so much for passing this on! Listen to our audios if u have time. Go to the KS page to LIKE: http://kck.st/hHK9Fu !
From the author:

The Lion Princess — Journey to an Awakening is a fun exploration into a girl’s learning about herself and her world. By her courage, faith, and determination Alice is able to overcome obstacles in her quest to see the land she will one day rule as queen. She learns far more than she expected — about herself, the people who love her most, the trials of life, and the God Who created her.
The novel is unique in that it is not an animal story, per se, but an adventure where a girl dons a very realistic lion suit, joins a circus, and finds out what a struggle it is to be an animal. After Alice experiences firsthand the trials of wild animals she returns home determined to do something to relieve the suffering of all animals.
To help an animal welfare group: An incentive: “Set up a bank auto-withdrawal for six months for at least $10 a month and you will receive a free copy.” If you have a group you want to help, I can brainstorm ideas for you.

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Part 3: Ran down that road

2011-04-02T01:29:00.002-04:00

Dutchman's Breeches

Deer Run barn

Frost Blankets With Tommy in Peach Tree

Pretty's Doomed Pigs (fever)

Mirrored Lad of Sunnybank

Winterweeds

Angus Bull

Part 2: Ran down the road

2011-04-02T01:23:00.005-04:00

Part 2 of 3:

Take two

Meadow with A-frame, Hives and Hutches

That was then this is now: 3 aerial photographs (1) (2) (3)

Hemlock

Hemlock has become a White PIne

Rabbit Watcher Waiting for the Girls to Come Home from School

That was then this is now: 3 aerial photographs (1) (2) (3)

Clover and Timothy

Red fox running down the road

2011-04-01T04:13:00.003-04:00

Saw Gasland. On the road to Liberty a red fox came running across an empty lot and up the side of the road intent on some errand ~ I took it as the appropriate good sign.Two yellow pencils and a Segal-like figure reading a book (student work). Was relieved to see it was a film mostly about Josh Fox the character and nicely NYC-style artsy. Relieved to see him drawing no conclusions, found it profound at points, particularly in stating, "I don't know." The congressional hearing was the best scene -- have always luv luv Degette for introducing the bill; and next, good to see what a wrought up weasel Hanger is, now that we're following his trail of tears in PA. Good, albeit weird, to hear the snip of Nellie McKay.
The invited speaker, Irvin Mesmer of Bainbridge, OH, stressed the state's intent to lease the parks to drillers.

I grew up in Damascus township and because I spent the 5 last intense years (re: 14-19) a half mile away from where at the same time Josh's parents were constructing their city get-away, and because I also scrambled for miles up and down that same Milanville stream countless times, rock-hopping, wading, painting, studying crayfish, hellgrammites, eels, oswego tea, (past their cabin) it was very weird to see the acres of Calkins Creek/Skinner's Falls/Davis Road scenes in this context - especially the ones from that same time period. Just brought back so many memories of attitudes, and of all the places my head has been, and always since a kid being outside more than in. And what does that mean to value the natural world more than anything, to feel it is ones' real home. All that.

Pump House/Spring House

Willie Collins House Before

The Potato Digger

Daylily and Bergamont

Winter Cornstalks on the Hill

Dee's Barn Door

Gap In The Pines/Path to A Friend's

Wonder of wix and forgotten surfaces on a bleak February

2011-02-16T08:22:00.005-05:00

the wonder of flash-driven sandboxes, shovels and pails flying,

Click image to enlarge, or can see it here live

and JimDo here

Cat like a squirrel and winter doldrums

2011-02-15T23:16:00.000-05:00

Yes, even Frances has the winter doldrums:

from

The Cat and the Rubik’s Cube Picture

Bebop Times: Take Five

2011-01-31T03:23:00.000-05:00

Bebop Times: Take Five: "On my 11th birthday, my dad handed me an orange album titled Time Out. 'Dave Brubeck,' he said. 'Now, this is great music. Listen to 'Take F..."

Universal Delving

2011-01-13T15:22:00.001-05:00

Universal Delving
Originally uploaded by stormbirdstudio

Snowflake coffee,
eggs and the function of art,
war and physics and gravy on toast,
four companions on a January morning
describe in words the world about
and measure inside the space of a universe
with a burning fire.

Look brightly

2011-01-04T17:53:00.002-05:00

Brightly looks the world to us, all wet and coloured and running into the earth so I made a tiny show of it, look though artist's eyes:

Dark terror

2011-01-03T18:01:00.001-05:00

dying terrified in the dark,
thousands of red-winged
blackbirds;
behind the cannon after the tornado,
arkansasians blast a hole in the new year.

'Tis the season to send real paper envelopes

2010-12-08T16:43:00.000-05:00

The Zazzle shoppe of mine has some new Decembery wintery yule-y designs now! View here: http://www.zazzle.com/stormbird/gifts?cg=196349103852392021

Artwork on display from my albums

2010-09-24T15:46:00.001-04:00

This gallery was made from an album on my facebook account containing artworks from 2008 - 10:

Beautiful sculpture which is Also a Working sundial to be unveiled in Ohio

2010-08-17T14:34:00.002-04:00

The unveiling and dedication of the Richard Pirko memorial sundial will be Thursday August 26, at 1:30pm, outside the Ward-Beecher Planetarium, Youngstown University, Youngstown Ohio 44555 (weather permitting -- in case of bad weather we will hold it indoors in the Planetarium).

It should be a short ceremony. Tony Armeni (the sculptor) will be there. The Dean is invited, but his schedule is in flux, and may not be able to make it. The President and the Provost are also invited. Those saying a few words will include Victoria (Rick's wife), Angela Pupino, Pat Durrell and Warren Young at this point. Ron Cole (YSU media person) will be there, and with Warren's help will be writing up a press release for the event.

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Planetarium is in Ward Beecher Science Hall - Building #14, Lincoln Avenue, Youngstown OH 44555
street map for planetarium

and there is a Facebook Public Event Page for the 26th where one may comment or RSVP at:

Richard Pirko Memorial Sundial Dedication

Rick's Great Big Space sharing space blog: http://thanksrick.blogspot.com/
with photos of sundial and anything Rick

Art's wonderful widgets

2010-07-12T12:57:00.000-04:00

The folks at Fine Art America wrote 2 pleasing widgets for sharing our available artworks - ( - stay tuned, there's quite a few I need to upload yet - ) - here is the non - flash slide show-er thingamabob:

and here is the slick facebook fully functioning doodad (on my artist {Fan}Page).

Read books about the art of collecting art

Calibrating sadness

2010-06-23T00:48:00.000-04:00

Identifying grey treefrogs and writing about art and Mason jars,
pumpkin lilies and sundial calibration: sadness writ in stone and steel and pointing at the sky...3 little boys bouncing their balls thinking it will be different. It won't. Limbs so dark, moon so bright.

A memorial for a friend is almost complete, it is an amazing piece of artwork:

There's more about Richard and the sculptor, Tony Armeni, here: Great Big Space

Storybook Cabin

2010-06-14T19:50:00.000-04:00

Stay down the road at the Storybook Cabin within walking distance and come visit me and my artwork in finished and in-progress stages. They provide a very good value. There's several picturesque cabins nearby:

Stray mom-cat was raising 3 more kittens in the shed for about the sixth season, but has disappeared as she's wont to do; someday we will trap her for a trip to the vet.

canoe trail guides in Pennsylvania

Saturday in April

2010-04-25T02:00:00.001-04:00

My voice my house frogs' song in the night breathing warm and moist

the price of shipping it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, we shall
all shape art with our hands and place in the main street gallery for both the boys holding bullets in their hands and Allison and her kith fallen all on the cold hard ground.

By the big bridge she makes words to paint the body of war crying out for violence. Of heart.

My high school literature teacher writes to me.
Drying off a cat full of rain on a Saturday in April.

Don't drink and draw...

2010-04-05T17:25:00.000-04:00

Crave Cafe created & constructed by artists Peter Jon Snyder & Corey A. Wise

The hand electric

2010-04-01T16:26:00.001-04:00

Drawing with hand electric:

OdoSketch from Odopod, try one yourself at http://sketch.odopod.com/

Sometimes loading slow but one can watch the best sketches being drawn before your eyes at http://sketch.odopod.com/pages/slideshow

"That's just the way it is..."

2010-03-31T15:24:00.003-04:00

correction, quote should be: "...that's just the way things go."

Former silk factory will host group art exhibition, "Escape From New York," it will be held in the Fabricolor Building on Van Houten Street in Paterson, New Jersey, on May 15, 2010. With President Obama's August 2009 declaration of the Great Falls Historic Disctrict as a National Park, the city of Paterson, and its multiple warehouses and former factories are poised to become a destination to be reckoned with. Included will be Vicki DaSilva -
See other 20 artists here at: Kickstarter page

Warm Wall

2010-03-21T14:20:00.000-04:00

South Dakota Wall agate
bound with silver
girlscout cookies in green and blue boxes
green and white light the equinox vernal
warm and furry
feed the ongoing flame

food on plates.

door full of out

2010-02-28T02:11:00.000-05:00

Potatoes in the fire of the wood stove, air filled with snow
night filled with light
boots full of toes
door full of out
head fulla shouldas
I'm playing Ludwigville - who wants to join me?

dog on the couch cat on the coffee-table who would be this Brother you would be the keeper of?

"I won't bother you anymore"

2010-02-23T03:00:00.001-05:00

Melting snow
running rain
running over the mailbox
lies in the dirty snowbank
"I won't bother you anymore"
policemen and paramedics standing in the rain

ice turns to water and runs down the driveway

When it's Flat then we can Build again

2010-02-21T02:48:00.000-05:00

Startling doves out of red pines.
Metal teeth biting
falling flake
half a mouse
ice drip

Cast iron on a wood fire.
Hearing voices in the saw - the vet sez my cat is "mad" - would that be mad as in the neighbour wandering in red robe snatching at reality fluttering grey and wispy past smoke-filled eyes?
No, no, this is just pain that won't let one eat or play. In other words yes.

In the village the colour of the month is
Morning Dew.
Snow four feet up the
telephone pole.
Strings of stars run down glitter dropping onto cabin roof
mounds of snow pines all 'round;
belt of orion snagging the night tree, it's sandy and solid
an igloo it would build full of long ago
and gone.

We don't fear death, we fear the not being here.

A purr louder than a bulldozer in their brains rolling over houses and homes and prairies and watersheds and Devonian shale,
when it's Flat then we cam Build again.

With a fetish for nylon and bunnyfoot and string, she curls up in a sleeping bag with paws over face.

being followed by an ice shadow

10 point 2 people per square mile

2010-02-15T14:20:00.004-05:00

Barnett Township is a township in Forest County, Pennsylvania, United States
As of the census of 2000, there were 349 people, 156 households, and 105 families residing in the township. The population density was 10.2 people per square mile (3.9/km²). There were 780 housing units at an average density of 22.7/sq mi (8.8/km²). The median income for a household in the township was $31,250, and the median income for a family was $40,000. Males had a median income of $32,404 versus $16,591 for females.

Forest County is a county located in the U.S. state of Pennsylvania. As of 2000, the population is 4,946 making it the least populous county in the state. Forest County is famous as a rural retreat. Nearly 75% of all dwellings in the county are second or vacation homes. Forest County does not have a single traffic light. Despite all this, Forest County has become the fastest growing county in the state of Pennsylvania by percent, growing over 38% from 2000-2008. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of 431 square miles (1,117 km²), of which, 428 square miles (1,109 km²) of it is land and 3 square miles (8 km²) of it (0.76%) is water. As of the census of 2000, there were 4,946 people, 2,000 households, and 1,328 families residing in the county. The population density was 12 people per square mile (4/km²). There were 8,701 housing units at an average density of 20 per square mile (8/km²).

Boroughs and Townships:

Tionesta

source for info and 2 images: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_County,_Pennsylvania

Map of Forest County, Pennsylvania highlighting Barnett Township

Map of Forest County, Pennsylvania

Walk the edge of winter

2010-01-18T20:44:00.003-05:00

snow leaving grass

This afternoon we walked the wet wild wood and field accompanied by wren and chickadee, titmouse and nuthatch, cardinal, flicker, jay and crow.

furry hawkweed leaves

gas well fence

melted snowdrops on last year's hay

snowmelt pooling under old goldenrod and penstemon

lichen on treebark

and then we went to imbibe home-made chili at the Temple

Hemlock slush

2010-01-17T03:23:00.009-05:00

Slushy hemlock tromp tracking turkey under rock and ice pillars though a dying city
water dropping off the edge falling over frozen ways
footholds in fallen leaves
grand houses of brick and fern and evergreen
souls holding on mesticious as dead beech leaves
linger hanging
green pools, snow white and drooping, ice chunks dangle and cackle, wet air fresh on the tongue and throat and

laughter

demon in her breast and one that Flowers At Night narrated in a British accent, looking for electric poles

streams of crow drift to sleep.

White rooms with wide mirrors be here now and on and on till eyes close and we are one with dark nothing

pits in the macadam are all the Snowfog has left us - obscured and gone missing: entire truck stops, whole neighborhoods, hillsides, floating home in a mysterious Unthank felt and not seen.

I wished I'd brought my camera at least seven times.

Kites and carpets

2010-01-16T03:35:00.002-05:00

Bombs in donkey carts
kites and carpets signal slaughter
fantasies:
Rush moves the world of us listeners about as if it were his own giant Farmville.

What if the machinery of war-making turned its baleful eye towards Haiti and sent everything there to ease their sorrow and pluck them up and begin to build a country for a truly country-less people? Wouldn't this be honorable, heroic?

Sliding through space

2010-01-14T00:50:00.000-05:00

Snow still very fine for cross-country skiing
over the yards and lawns and through the woods
titmice in the trees, more pictures of ice endlessly attractive hanging in space
days lengthen plus art on walls of our museum* buoy with dumb hope.
What are the names of your pencils?

Ski boots, skis and gaiters bought 25 yrs ago are dear to me and thank goodness for duct tape & string & saftey pins & folks tossing away used ski poles:

*Butler Institute (first museum of American art) downtown Youngstown, Ohio

Snowcats, snow birds, snow flakes

2010-01-12T01:28:00.051-05:00

In between dumping image cards, burning archives, cleaning the kitchen and rooting around for dinner, the fresh falling snow clumps inspired a dozen shots impulsively - my first snowflakes shots! - grabbed something black and hand-held. Frozen fun had by all.
Earlier a wren hopped around the carport, too, hungrily unafraid, gobbling up every bug it could find in the current scavenged firewood limb pile.
Frances sits in snowdrifts, surveying her world in constant consternation, shaking whiskered head in disbelief.

I almost missed it: Noah Cicero's book, The Human War, has been filmed in the Youngstown area and is in post-production now - awesome. Vindy article link

Winter tales

2010-01-10T17:18:00.005-05:00

This should have automatically posted from Slideoo.com ( check it out at http://www.slideoo.com/ )but... Drag the grey slider to view strip.

Snowsome she is

2010-01-05T04:54:00.001-05:00

How fares your driveway now - will you stop telling?

Paint with light in the dark... upper room with a blue blank, pine-scented crayons and coloured lights are in my corner of Dark; how is your dark coming along, is it deep, is it icey, does it bite, do you scream down, all the way down and lie there quivering?

Plow roar in the smokey distance: snowflakes and stars, winter does not lie.

Whiskey, wood and wonder, bring on the basket and send it down, Predators rumble by: 1, 2,3, carrying the snow shovel, alone in the blank cold, ham and potatoes on a plate with war.

This white tide of snow, it comes and comes and comes,

Snow flow, gold ink, green glitter, red pencil, silver stars.
All night long sitting on a cardboard box watching for bunny rabbits in the snow.

In the cold.

In the dark.

Whiffs of winter

2010-01-04T02:02:00.001-05:00

Snow crystals sparkling in the night over the silent country, landing on the rabbit ball in the driveway broom-swept next to a lawn all lit up with christmas lights.
Cold dark yard road bush and a wet broom and a snow roof and an ice dam in my gutter. Standing in the snow looking at it, looking at the rabbit holding it's breath, looking at the cat rabbit squirrel girl tracks in the snow.

Envelopes that are open, kitchen cupboards without faces, wooden chairs, stacks of books, a.m. radio above wool blankets. The months of considering whether water runs inside metal pipes... and whether there is free will.

Newspapers in tidy bundles, broken branches in buckets, crushed aluminum, forgotten passwords and telephones that are never answered.

Wet and white

2009-12-31T16:53:00.002-05:00

Cat whisker in a walnut shell.
Squirrel fingers in the wet snow running through the trees... but he's gone to the Masonic Temple where the Wild West comes before Midnight.

Pine-cone wreath hanging over dead goldenrods around a cold sundial.

wildflower quilt: simultaneous posting out of control

2009-12-09T03:56:00.006-05:00

I was drooling over leak of mythical Infinite Journal supposedly coming out as Microsoft Courier at http://www.pcworld.com/article/181487/microsoft_courier_a_feature_breakdown.html and noticed their library http://gizmodo.com/5380626/courier-user-interface-in-depth//gallery/11 using thin-tall thumbs just like the ones I designed for this page on my site a couple years ago. I always had a soft spot for these 2 punked pages...
flower-rainbow and alternative thumbs

Have to turn off those automated postings on Posterous.

Visit Forest Artists and Studios

Created a Ning network for Forest County area and created a Flickr app to allow users to bring in their fotos ... can embed the slide show, too :

Find more photos like this on Forest Artists and Studios

Meanwhile some art babble here.

we are soft and squishy

2009-11-18T23:16:00.006-05:00

My initial fling with Livebrush, the latest fad of design tooling.

Night treading, feet with soft cat fur on them underfoot in the dark after the fire has gone out.

Tonite is rain and wet paws squeak on the glass; tea water in a steel kettle sings for my cup, write the note over three times.

Shadow of my hair.
Sea water from the northwest of France to flush the senses. Or sinuses.

impure dancing

2009-11-15T22:17:00.003-05:00

I came across a puzzling post the other day and instead of haranguing the poor people innocently posting their latest random thoughts, thought I would burden my non-existent audience here instead: I read this & wondered if academics tend toward ruining everything for everyone eventually:

Trained Writer #1: "I love poetry, but don't like hearing people read it."
TW #2:"Most poets should NOT read their poetry out loud. There are, however, some brilliant exceptions."
TW #3: "Be careful. I've sat through some bad poetry read badly, but people do have to have some kind of outlet for their efforts, no matter how humble. Consider that we have to listen to ads, see ads, hear pontificating politicians, talk radio, school and university administrators pretending to care about learning . . . , so a little bad poetry from an ordinary person is only a very minor difficulty."

TW #1, explaining their initial shared observation: "I get it. I don't mind hearing Maya Angelou, but for the most part, I like to read it and take the time to let it soak in. When someone is reading it, I can't seem to get the whole picture, and I definitely don't hear every word."

TW #2, defending their first comment: "I very much affirm what you're saying here. I'm pretty much referring to the pros here. I've heard so many singsong renditions of otherwise fine poetry, and it makes me cringe. Listening to some poets read their work, including a few around here, is a delight. But I do think that reading poetry is a different art than writing poetry, and some professional poets do not excel at both."

It puzzles me as to why the first "poets" with a small "p" was supposed to indicate Professional Poets with a capital "P" as if there were no other kind?

When we speak of artists we mean all artists - whether one is able to earn a living doing so is immaterial, we only mean someone producing art.
What are the un-poets supposed to do - are they even allowed to read their work aloud? What about Poets Who Are Published Yet Do Not Earn A Living From Their Poetry Yet (PAPY NAPY's)? A poet - small "p" - is someone producing poetry, that is all. Art and poetry are created to be shared - mostly and eventually, at least,- who cares how? It's nice to do it in a way that earns a living but that's not always why it is created.
And to return to the initial discovery: poetry is just read; sometimes aloud (less than half the time by the writer), and sometimes there's much pleasure and perhaps more understanding in relishing each dropped word on a page, in one's head, alone and quiet with the writer, just she and you and her words.

firesong cat-tears

2009-11-14T22:06:00.000-05:00

Listening to Johnny Cash sing "The Ballad of Ira Hayes" holding kitty in the rocking chair in front of the fire, for some reason she always senses silent tears, twice she looks up:"Mom why are there tears?" don't worry kitty we cry over any & everything, always have, always will. I didn't know (or forgot) that "Ira Hayes appeared in the 1949 John Wayne film, Sands of Iwo Jima, along with fellow flag raisers John Bradley and Rene Gagnon. All three men played themselves in the movie. Wayne hands the flag to be raised to the three men. (The actual flag that was raised on Mount Suribachi is used in the film.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ira_Hayes
'The Ballad of Ira Hayes,' is by Peter LaFarge. Covers of this song were done by Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Smiley Bates, Pete Seeger, Bob Dylan, Kinky Friedman, Tom Russell, Hazel Dickens, Patrick Sky, and Townes Van Zandt."

Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

[CHORUS:]

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

[CHORUS:]

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

lyrics from http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/johnnycash/theballadofirahayes.html

The rate of people losing their jobs is the worst that it's been in 60 years.

fruity duty

2009-10-30T07:11:00.003-04:00

Fun with Fruit (early stage, oil pastel plus warp and digital watercolour)

Handfuls of rotted globs from gutters,
remake the couch pour kibble break limbs fill with rainwater freezer dishes clothes checks boots notebook gas soup labels tea coffee pretzels

all see, all draw, be, am

2009-10-28T03:29:00.006-04:00

Flaxseed toast rolled up morning glory strings, planted lamb's ears runners.

Glass storm doors, water runs out the hose, onions from the yard into the tabouli, fresh bite of tomato, parsley, olive, lemon juice.

Stacking wood, pile it high, make it tall, little mice run, stop, look up at me, and a Carolina wren calls.

Gooey oak wood mushrooms, transplanted asters ad infinitum, two four six eight clumps, soil solid, dark, resistant.

Ted washing down the yard with gasoline around the little boy scrubbing.

Cat has lost its bell, meter man walks reading spinning electricity, chef with a wounded shoulder is not cooking, should we sieve her homemade laundry soap?

Fallen leaves are a soft carpet speckled brown.

Gets dark, Jupiter and moon come out together prance beyond the branches, the surf of interstate eighty ebbs and flows with dark imaginings - does she go West or go East - a diesel-throated choral call.

Coast2Coast guest: "well, yeah, but it's not that technology makes it too easy, it's that we don't spend enough time sitting in the dirt anymore."
Heidegger and a Hippo Walk Through Those Pearly Gates: Using Philosophy (and Jokes!) to Explore Life, Death, the Afterlife, and Everything in Between by Thomas Cathcart and Daniel Klein

Coloured bowls of coloured fruit on a wooden table pastel oils running dry on paper in the shadows no effort, all see, all drawn,

up

be

am.

open the toy box & dump them all on the floor

2009-10-22T04:21:00.002-04:00

Create your own Easter Egg at dumpr.net

"What made my dreams so hollow
I was standing at the depot
With a steeple full of swallows
That could never ring the bell
Oh I've come ten thousand miles away
And I ain't got one thing to show
Must've been a train
Took me away from here
But a train can't bring me home"

http://www.tomwaits.com/songs/#/songs/song/28/Train_Song/

"And when the whistle blows I gotta go mama, don't you know
Well, it looks like I'm never gonna lose the freight train blues.

Well, the only thing that makes me laugh again
Is a southbound whistle on a southbound train
Every place I wanna go I never can go
Because you know I got the freight train blues
Oh Lord mama, I got them in the bottom of my rambling shoes."

http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/freight-train-blues

Mona Lisa Mosaic Mural Unveiled

2009-10-19T07:42:00.008-04:00

Mona Mosaic at Niles Mall
Originally uploaded by
stormbirdstudio my photo album on FLICKR

They say several hundred folks came out for the unveiling of the mosaic mural of approximately 70 individual panels depicting one large Mona Lisa - representing artistic views of the community. Each panel is a creation of local individual artists. The huge canvas will hang indefinitely in the concourse, but is expected to be eventually relocated.
Photos of each individual canvas contained in the 15' x 20' mosaic are on display in the Eastwood Mall’s Art Outreach Gallery (Niles, Ohio) along with an explanation of the work by each of the 80 artists involved.

Each tile in all 3 stages along with each artist's story can be explored here http://www.communityartworks.com/Completed%20Mural.htm

This video fills in some other details:

I really don't know if anyone has even gotten a view (straight-on) from more than 40' away due to it being installed on the side wall of that mall hallway to really see if the illusion happens! The view from far away is at an angle but it seems to achieve the goal - I think if judged against earlier ones (only found in Canada till now) it looks like we've almost copied the balance between unique & "creating the whole".
Compare with this Ark Mosaic
Assorted Mosaics and Adam, scroll down, David & Mankind here (all Canadian projects)

twist of colour

2009-10-13T03:39:00.004-04:00

Collecting firewood, cat dashing madly across the yards; pumpkin lights are up through out the village and coloured leaves cover the trails in the woods.
Some other yummy flowery artwork can be seen here: wildflower mixed media

northern state of mind

2009-10-12T03:09:00.001-04:00

Rolling with a cattle truck through dark Indiana swales and vales

wondering what if anything separates us from the living things riding ahead

Earlier: floating high above the flowing river in the second story dark on a bed of air, the amber light of the street sweeper flashing four times on the wall

Cooking zucchini grown in Ohio, closing the storm windows, the wallpaper smells like my life in 1965.

After I leave it snows.

The guest on coast to coast is confused and host george noory asks a question
george noory the host asks a question and the guest is confused late at night a Wyoming woman truck driver describes the snow coming down and traffic stalled on mountains...

and the conclusion is that we are all one mind maybe even a wormhole mind
and we see the truck weaving down the midnight road carries not cattle but grain

40 30 40 50...30 40 50...50 40 30 40 hours go by

1300 miles 17 hours one hundred twelve dollars

Erie Islands Coffee from Alex 48 minutes after five in the Friday morning for one and a half dollars.

Parsing the alternate route so we may have geese, windmills, black walnuts, fields heavy with purple cabbage and an iron bathtub spewing bubbles in desolate Burnett and the Honey Fluff Donuts in Huntley;
and five miles north of Burnett in Dodge County four white cranes stand*,
and before Twinkling Star Road south of Atkinson: two sandhills, probably a bald eagle where 89 joins 14 in Wisconsin, and south of Woodstock, Illinois: two more sandhills.

Earlier: lentil soup, homemade cornbread, fingering a burgeoning burgundy beauty of a canoe born locally, Boris leaps over the fridge, pumpkin pie and Bolivian women wrestlers**, the laugh of Vali.

Boot Lake is heavy with snails, their shells heaping against the shore, twenty-five cent coffee at Karla's cafe "Where Rick Is" in Townsend in the North and homemade food at Carol's in Bonduel where a waitress is in the hospital.

Red wintergreen berries and maple, yellow aspen, white birch and a pair of loons trolling back and forth, fishing and people wading out to bring in their boat dock: this is Wisconsin.

Birchbark and red pine needles start a fire and loons cry under moonlight, mingle with coyote (or wolf?), faraway an owl, some geese flying south

Later: sketching craters of the moon

Crossing the sandstone with some dolomite and shale, undivided; including Trempealeau, Tunnel City and the Elk Mound groups; past intermediate to granite intrusive rocks generally discrete, weakly to moderately deformed bodies; past banded layered and migmatitic gneiss with subordinate amphibolite and biotite schist, past Rapakivi of textured quartz monzonite near Waupaca, past quartz monzonite near the Red River, Shawano County to the edge of granitic and syenitic rocks of Wolf River batholith, undivided.

Making Affluenza art, bridge under construction, riverside thickets muddy with rain, dark with night where they catch fish too toxic to eat

Frank shows me Where the Lions Are

* These cranes are numbers 24-08, 27-08, 28-08 and 30-08, two females and two males that were hatched in the spring of 2008. They have spent most of the summer in and south of the area where you saw them, and were sometimes associating with 5 other whooping cranes, also from 2008, who remain in that general area as well.
Ultralight-led Migration: 21 Whooping Cranes and crew with Operation Migration are ready to begin their fall migration south! Tomorrow’s (Oct. 13) departure from the Necedah National Wildlife Refuge is tentative--the flight is heavily dependent on the weather and the cooperation of the birds. The flight generally takes place around 6:45 a.m. The decision to fly is decided in the morning, so it is not possible to call ahead to check on the flight status. If the Whooping Cranes and crew from Operation Migration do not fly tomorrow, they will continue trying on subsequent days until they get suitable weather conditions. The public is welcome to visit the Necedah NWR and observe the departure (150 miles northwest of Milwaukee, Wisconsin).

** Also See: The Fighting Cholitas are a group of female lucha libre wrestlers who perform in El Alto, Bolivia

Grey Islands journal

2009-10-11T04:10:00.002-04:00

working on how to present pages, work in progressJuly and August 2000 -- using an old ledger frfom the 50's as we wandered Islands of Newfoundland

dark under the trees

2009-09-28T06:09:00.008-04:00

Listening to Vietnam veterans recalling how they let their minds be trained to dehumanize the enemy, being the only way they themselves could survive

cat snug in a warm sweater nest

leaves wet with rain

A man writes a poem about a too early snow in Buffalo, and the leaves are still on the trees, these young men going off to war.

Walking in the dim woods thinking of another young man, 38 sounding 15, speaking of the Humane Society of the United States as if it were one of the 3 branches of government, this is how his black and white world appears to him, at first it's oddly funny but then with a pang, one wonders what our country would be like if we did have a third of the government that only cared about living things?

twit snip dip

2009-09-24T00:37:00.004-04:00

Electrically distracted by combining Snipping Tool with Facebook apps. like Graffiti painter and Twitter --- leading to being distracted by Twitdraw

or was it DrawingTwit...?

an empty drawer

2009-09-16T00:34:00.001-04:00

Car full of smoke, burning the bones, sulfur rising, ashes on the meadow, hawk in the sky rising and falling on the murmur of voices in the shadows, around the corner out of sight, footsteps of a horse... unused garden pots.

Sparrows, always the sparrows and when I remember, the long line of arborvitae.

king fish jump

2009-09-09T00:05:00.005-04:00

Fish jump, kingfisher shouts and flies upriver, downriver, it's low and cardinal blooms flow red along the shore, along with white boneset and nymphs wildly mating covering the wet rocks.
Swamp sunflowers, elderberries, partridgeberries, joe-pyeweed - green ferns against dark of where the door would be.
Leaves are turning and turkeys run through the meadow and along the road.

Cupboard doors open and shut,
raccoon, skunk, porcupine
sleeping on the cold hard ground

measuring cup, measuring spoon, a nebula shaped like a butterfly.

Lettuce eat us

2009-09-08T21:14:00.007-04:00

Washing black dirt off the lettuce wondering, well, if the lettuce takes up dirt to make foodlettuce, why can't we just eat dirt? Why don't we skip the frivolous food step and get right down to the mineraly dirt? The lettuce is a transformer carbon machine making dirt edible for us (and H2O and CO2 and sunenergy). ( photosynthesis ) And on the other hand, lettuce can't eat us until we compost into dirt and become lettucefood. Just happened to be going to get this link to this wonderful song written and sung by Levon Helm, subject coincidental. Listen to whole song here:

Some rain, some eggs on blue plates. Cold comes in from the woods, flanked by chickadees.

uzz uzz

2009-09-07T03:12:00.002-04:00

brown tree-bean buzz, cat fuzz,
and she was...
floating over the neighborhood.

hot old age bank

2009-09-06T02:24:00.003-04:00

unsleep. trucks and banks. age old age.
whole wheat and the death-penalty. hot-eyed coffee in a huge room empty and full of dead. koi carp and yellow lotus in the pool and iron cranes can't prance.
blowup house made of colour and children fly. flames in the yard, sweet sticky goo -- a Jupiter-rise and wake the train, wrap us in the speed of noise and pages of books.

O sweet paper!

guilty of art

kitchen mind

2009-09-05T03:06:00.003-04:00

Faces stare out a newspaper, handwritten words scrawled on paper.
Molecules in the steel tea kettle mingling with mine
to become the company man
soup in a cup, wooden pencil,
swallow your pride and your conscience, too
all those years
wooden table, hand-thrown clay pot from Janice's fingers;
Janice comes for lunch. We can't get the pickles out of the jar...
paper envelope, pitcher of water

you can never be set free

jar of marmite, real slate chalkboard bound with red felt, string and wood
is blank.

Youngstown Kitchens cupboards in a Youngstown kitchen,
the quiet of a kitchen mind photographing water falling from a faucet.

On the other hand is the black bear on the wall going to come down out of the calender and drag the moose calf into the underbrush of the flickering youtube and are you going to come out and push your typing finger into my soft grey matter?

golden brown perfume

2009-09-01T14:50:00.003-04:00

sounds of distant explosions, ah we're in the Valley...The Bees, Ted and Gasoline along with Billy the Dog and sweet rotting odor of apples on the road.

Flocks of sparrows, flocks of goldfinches, grapes crawl growing behind the rectory...collecting cleome* seeds, discovering goldenrod has a perfume - never woulda thunk it - we have forty light bulbs in the house.

* "Cleome is a genus of flowering plants in the family Cleomaceae. Previously it had been placed in family Capparaceae, until DNA studies found the Cleomaceae genera to be more closely related to Brassicaceae than Capparaceae. The APG II system[1] allows for Cleome and the other members of Cleomaceae to be included in Brassicaceae." Wikipedia entry

cocoa-cold

2009-08-30T23:50:00.004-04:00

A cocoa-cold morning, avocado trees shivering, gathering wood, picking up the pineapple plant.
oh my the death of Clippie, the MS paperclip listen here at: "Eulogy For a MS Mascot

dill seed

2009-08-30T04:34:00.005-04:00

goldenrod in the breeze, squirrel buries an acorn, cat snoozes past noon and then looks at maps.
Pop-sickles, goldfinches, cardinals, walking dogs. Gathering dozen aluminum post office-ward -- and not all of them beer!-- because vehicles steered by kettles of beer veering down the road queer gives us the willies eerie.
Barker filling the air from first competition at our greatest little secret of best cross-country track in the area.
Little coon feet, lining up moldy clothespins, sweeping the carpet, getting the horse papers, 35 dollars and dill seed.

Katrina was four years ago. American Routes and Holly's trip

So

2009-08-26T03:03:00.003-04:00

back to covers and memorials all death all a few feet away within arm's reach, within a breath not took.
Watching in awe a spider weave it's gossamer web on our clothesline,
tacking silvery filament to & fro guiding it just so with a back leg, running & spewing so fine a thread: I can't spin silk out my butt can u?
And the spider has spots on its legs like the one Big Daddy Rock sent dancing around the tattoo parlour in pennsylvania.
So delicate a deathtrap
wafting in the dark cold breeze
so.

Igotanenvelope

2009-08-16T18:31:00.000-04:00

Igotanenvelope is a continuous art project where people leave empty self-addressed stamped envelopes in public places to be picked up and filled by others, who then send them back

Igotanenvelope

I have to do this!

putting together Mona in the mall

2009-08-16T17:13:00.013-04:00

CAPF is assembling the 70 individual panels for 14’x 20’ mosaic mural which will then depict one large image (The Mona Lisa)at the Eastwood Mall in Niles which has offered to host the project this fall/winter of 2009.
My piece intended to draw on our interest in astronomy, the fate of the Valley's steel industry, rides in a friend's plane over the beautiful Trumbull county landscapes, and Leonardo's interest in flight, flying machines, and his theories on astronomy and visual effects, I have painted a scene of a Bessemer converter (steel processor) "burning out" on the darker left-hand side, with the sparks flying up and mingling with the stars in the sky. On the lighter (landscape) side I have painted my friend's plane and some of the views from the air, including the coke plant in Warren. I overlaid quotes of Leonardo's observations on astronomy on the star field, and his quotes on aerial perspective on top of the landscapes viewed from the plane. The plane emerges from the dark clouds of industry to a possible brighter day.

Title of my tile (#27 -- mostly her hair, a slice of the landscape): Flight of Steel. The aerial quote in the mirror-writing text translates as: “The atmosphere, when full of mist, is quite devoid of blueness, and only appears of the colour of the clouds, which shine white when the weather is fine. And the more you turn to the west the darker it will be, and the bright areas you look to the east. And the verdure of the fields is bluish in a thin mist, but grows grey in a dense one.”

The night sky mirror-text: “the stars are visible by night and not by day, because we are beneath the dense atmosphere, which is full of innumerable particles of moisture, each of which independently, when rays of the sun fall upon it, reflects a radiance...”
The 2 Leonardo quotes are from translations of his journals.
The Bessemer converter depicted was a method of making steel from molten iron that had the most spectacular visual effects.
The process of the heat being blown through the charge takes a total of 12 minutes in 4 stages, 8 minutes of which are the spectacular “boil” of luminous 30 foot flame.
Manganese is added to blown metal combined with sulphur and oxygen to form malleable compounds, making the product forgeable. In a 25-ton blow, 7350 pounds of oxygen are neede to burn out 2135 pounds of carbon, 620 of silicon, and 195 of manganese.
As the converter is upended, the air is blown in. It bubbles up though the iron in a process much like gargling.
When air roars up through the hot charge, silicon and manganese are oxidized and the temperature rises rapidly. Sparks shower and ruddy flames appear. The charge grows steadily hotter and the flames turn yellow as silicon takes fire, then white as carbon is oxidized. Carbon monoxide escapes with a roar and burns at the mouth of the converter with a bright flame visible for miles at night.

The steel process description was derived from charts printed by a steel corporation reproduced in Portraits in Steel: An Illustrated History of Jones & Laughlin Steel Corporation by David H.Wollman, Donald R.Inman 1999.

Addendum: December 2009 - I have since located an outstanding source of steel-making images in a 1944 film at Travel film Archive's YouTube channel: Steel Town, one of the American Scene series from United Films (16 minutes).
Further images can be found at Todd Engine,s extensive YouTube video collection including Steelmaking at Youngstown Sheet & Tube in 2 parts

papers and poetry: too many tons

2009-08-16T15:09:00.008-04:00

Glad to hear my habit of being determined to read all of the Sunday NYTimes despite how far behind we get -- which leads to stacks of said newspapers -- is shared by GK:

this section of script starts with the New York Times song praising newspapers, followed by the tale of the barges of 80 tons of poetry going down the Ohio River near Cincinnati: (original broadcast June 13, 2009.)

Link to the audio (if the player below doesn't play): http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/www_publicradio/tools/media_player/popup.php?name=phc/2009/06/13/phc_20090613_64&starttime=00:33:53&endtime=01:07:27

Link to the page with whole show of June 13, 2009, with audio links: http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/2009/06/13/

00:33:53 "The Sunday New York Times" - GK and band
00:38:30 River script
00:50:51 "My Babe" - Pat Donohue, Howard Levy and The Guy's All-Star Shoe Band
00:53:17 GK intros Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson
00:55:44 "Rattlin' Bones" - Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson
00:59:28 GK intros Bill Chambers
01:00:04 "Wildflower" - Kasey Chambers and Shane Nicholson with Bill Chambers

ooh, they added just the River Skit as MP3 on this page: http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/2009/06/13/scripts/river.shtml
MP3 version Real Audio version

books by Garrison Keillor

salty tube sand?

2009-08-13T21:09:00.004-04:00

Does anyone know if there is salt added to that "tube sand" that we put in the back of pick-up trucks to add ballast so one can steer on ice and snow? I thought I could mix all this sand from these broken tubes into the Ohio cement-like clay soil to break it up a bit.

I did dump some around our prickly pear cactuses thinking they surely wouldn't object, and the next year they didn't do so well.

(these ones in my photo art were *without* salt)

A scene in a steel mill, Republic Steel, Youngstown, Ohio

2009-04-05T20:51:00.002-04:00

A scene in a steel mill, Republic Steel, Youngstown, Ohio. Molten iron is blown in an Eastern Bessemer converter to change it to steel for war essentials (LOC), originally uploaded by The Library of Congress.

A scene in a steel mill, Republic Steel, Youngstown, Ohio. Molten iron is blown in an Eastern Bessemer converter to change it to steel for war essentials (LOC)

Palmer, Alfred T.,, photographer. 1941 Nov.

interior steel mill

2009-04-05T20:48:00.001-04:00

IMG_0720, originally uploaded by f0rcylracer.

I missed the glory of steel production in the Mahoning Valley and am rapidly catching up via some great portfolios on FLICKR.com this photo by f0rcylracer being one of them-- see:

sketches

2009-04-05T01:16:00.006-04:00

preliminary studies and sketches for a pen-n-ink project

in the studio something always lurks

a sketch of mine

2009-03-21T16:03:00.001-04:00

where did it come from?

2009-02-24T23:51:00.008-05:00

In answer to a friend's query: First I took an ordinary lousy photo of some wildflowers I picked--this is untouched photo: (click all these to see larger) then we used "levels" & "contrast" on photoshop:

then we played with channels (of colours) some:

then we tried desaturating:

then we played with channels some more:

then we cropped out a really yummy tile:

and with our little tile.....

we tiled out some bigger pieces of digital real estate:

see a little bigger variations and more in my Art Archives

Anatomicus

2008-12-05T17:12:00.001-05:00

Anatomicus, originally uploaded by renzodionigi.

Stumbled across this while searching to see if there was a need for a Sundials group on Flickr

Lady Slipper Carbide Lamp

2008-11-28T15:47:00.001-05:00

DLudwig-LadySlipperCarbideL, originally uploaded by Art Youngstown Gallery.

Art Youngstown posted all the artwork from the Great Room Ohio One Show.... click to view all

those who did not run

2008-04-15T18:52:00.000-04:00

These gravestones are in Rehrersburg.

There is a great song by The Cutters: Fields of Gettysburg -- written by Phillip Morgan, quoted from the liner notes: behind the song,"Phillip's twice great grandfather, Creed Henry Harper, enlisted in the Confederate Army at age 16, two weeks after Virginia seceded. He was one of five brothers from a family that had freed their slaves years before. All five enlisted, out of love and loyalty to Virginia and to a Southern way of life. At Gettysburg, he was a first sergeant of Company C of the 53rd Virginia Infantry in Armistead's brigade of Pickett's Division. This song is largely his own words, passed down by Phillip's maternal grandmother, who was raised by him."

THe lyrics are moving. It's on their album, Sail Away album on Amazon.com

snowdrops

2008-04-14T18:50:00.000-04:00

Snowdrops blooming along the Clarion River, click picture to enlarge

signs of snow

2008-03-21T17:48:00.003-04:00

Kestrel on the line, kestrel lifeless on the hard rock highway, kestrel in the sky, Canada goose in a still pond, no leaves only reddish buds, crumbly.
Swollen streams and rivers, skeins of goose bodies dotting leaden greys,
sole redwinged black bird clings every tiny tree top, spring singing.
Or croaking "ckerr-ank".
Nuthatches creeping, tufted mouse tits in the hemlocks, jayblues swoop and jump, chickadees...
crows everywhere.
New trailing arbutus leaves but no buds. Picking 2 fields edged with strong pine scarfs, wrapping and clutching -- what is the pine hold? Is it because the first visions came then and it was a time of hope ("Lordy mercy if there comes a time...")
My brave forsythia looks so promising; Two bird nests in the neighbor's ancient forsythia hedge.

Gravel snow and river.
Snow on the high Forest hills, "Caution: water not drinkable" signs posted at Slocum springs, Sawmill burger sign spins, at the Harley shop in the forest: "Support the troops, end the war" ("Sally go round the roses, the roses , they can't hurt you")

The Desire for wood

Why doesn't Obama or Hillary talk about class unequalities instead of focusing on the colour of our skins? Mike Moore sure talks about the income gap but does not call it class; I'm not sure about Nader although he does talk about eco inequality.
Computerized weather voice for part of an hour, coffee-trucks: truck-coffees.

Fluff of a dead skunk across from the Catholic church on the hill, parishioner steps into the road for the Good Friday service and steps back out of the way of the incoming car, (squeal of the stove door heralds warmth of wood, the firery furnace ), writer strings together spring, resurrection and vampires' undead-ness, and 2 shows deal with techincal descriptions of death by crucifixtion -- what 's the fixation? I like my hotsauce closet very much flaming endorphines of the state, of the zone, on the sidewalk in the rain a wide wide bandaid wet but never wide enough to cover all the valleys and wooded hills, with snow, ice and discovery.

Yet another copper thief starts a fire, it's cold, then it's warm, who's got the cat?

Late talk with the northern man out of his watershed, strung out on sere edges, the barren, the stark, slashing, and burning up with art, whirly-gigging a werld dance, poring over words on a page in the long quiet.

syncro I used to own

2008-01-13T15:20:00.002-05:00

I used to own this 1991 Volkswagen Vanagon Syncro Minivan view more photos here

223,426 miles

I was the original owner (and the legendary "little ol lady", having babied it and rarely took it over 61 mph!) I never had reason to take it "off-roading" -- except for the dirt roads that can be seen in some of the photos. Often went on state forest dirt roads for TrailCares (hiking trail maintenance).
4 + L speed Manual transmission, Baulk-synchronized with additional compound Low-speed traction gear
water-cooled gasoline engine, 2.1 L fuel-injected engine, digifant engine management system
Syncro 4-wheel-drive, ("all wheel drive"), manually-operated locking rear differential (what is this?)

14-inch steel wheels,
high ground clearance, skidplates underneath
Folding rear bench seat/bed combination *,
2 rear-facing removable seats **, grey cloth interior, rear compartment heater, 18.5 gallon fuel tank.* The bed wasso comfy and roomy we spent hundreds of nights outdoors in the van just parked in the driveway! ** Seats and bed are easy to fold up & down and/or take in or out-- see photos...
Power rack & pinion steering, power front disc/rear drum brakes, independent front suspension, coil springs & telescopic shock absorbers, front & rear, double-jointed drive shafts
Electric rear window defroster, analog clock, 4 speaker sound system,

No War No More for you and me

2007-10-13T15:39:00.000-04:00

No War No More book is now available here: click to view at authorhouse.com

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Description:
These are poems, essays, artwork and photos for the cause of peace. We take a stand for peace, independently and collectively, artistically and politically. In these times it is imperative not to let slip through one's hands the opportunity to say again and again, with whatever means possible, creative and peaceful, that war is wrong, that love is the only path to peace, justice and freedom, and that we will not stray from this path no matter the consequences. This idea fed this project and I hope will feed the minds and hearts of those who share in our efforts by reading this book. A.F.Jenkins is a practitioner of Tibetan Buddhism & a peace activist. Her photojournalism can be seen at www.allreelimages.com Greenwood/Blue Lotus Press and No War No More grew out of the ideas and hopes of a few activists in the Mahoning Valley in Ohio. The philosophy of our press is rooted in a Buddhist, environmentalist and social consciousness.

Product Details:
Printed: 92 pages, 6" x 9", perfect binding, black and white interior ink
ISBN: 9781434309839
Publisher: Greenwood Blue Lotus Press
Copyright: © 2007 Standard Copyright License
Language: English
Country: United States

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not light and light

2007-09-07T14:18:00.000-04:00

eight-pointed buck stumbling in the dark on the side of the roadbank, he's slow-moving for it is autumn
crunching up and down the gravel an eerie hoot-howl wavers in from down the valley of the river through the pines and darkness: pondering the mailbox faeries--they are not large like angels whose wings are SO LouD black cat body out of nowhere, black angel with the trail of her black kitten ghosts wisping behind in the shadows, just out of sight
moon-sliced orange rises over pennsyl-vania state of mind/mine following nick on its heels silverywisp of a paper sun, pinky-disk wraithed with tissue-shreds of fogglers...over the Jersey banks along the Atlantic
and then it's all no good
On WKCR there is a Birdfight 89.9 but there are too many stoneloaded tractor trailers heaving and yawing us all into the pit

2007-05-05T22:28:00.000-04:00

Shenk's Ferry, Tucquan Glen Preserve, wildflower heaven early in the spring. On the left is ragwork, miterwort or bishops' cap and wild phlox. On the right is wild geranium (or "germanium" as certain physics souls would say) and more wild phlox

2007-03-30T23:00:00.000-04:00

Mom and me and Aunt Mary in Lancaster County; me and Arthur; has anyone seen Dennis Ludwig?

snowy river

2007-02-05T16:06:00.000-05:00

Giant wings going down the road –or props of a windmill blades –or the wings of an angel so big.

A man points out that Security is a a type of Theartre now. It is all about feeling, It is a kabuki dance.
Three Little birds are at the door to my park
Sitting for split seconds, flinking about and away
A chickadee, a blue-grey nuthatch, a reddish wren –winter wren in the winter?

Tired a little from shoveling snow, hands burnt from photos in the snowy river banks.

The snow winds roar down up the thru our river valley the cabins hear them coming ang crouch before them
Then there is a blurry sea of drifting snow, a watery thingee to float thru

Out and across the lot of the post office, now we know what the moaning schreeching sound was, it is the scream of the wind thru things, car parts, light poles, electric wires, joined by church bells tolling and overhead roil rolling glittery swarms of stars...a clear cold cacaphony.

Kristin's Wilderness

2006-11-12T23:33:00.000-05:00

look further here
or here

crow vote

2006-11-07T13:20:00.000-05:00

hemlock crow flap, green river voting, 2 crows fly slow overhead, one near and one far.
later: black cats tripples down the road in the dampness, in the gloaming...down below the pines, unprepossessing cabins hug the ground, tiny gaps of window reveal warm orange slitts of hoarded warmth within.
exchanged the doors
made a shutter fastner
mulched the forsythia on the bank and the tamarack in the boot
picked up firewood
got the heat tape going and the furnace
covered some windows clarington rock, capped lichen and pussy toed plants

The bridge will be closed for six months and the village cut off; some people say they are not going to go around, just going to hunker down for that long

canoe-barn contra dance

2006-10-18T22:44:00.000-04:00

Doug dancing in Willimantic, Maine, photo by Doug Plummer (another doug!)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/dougplummer/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dougplummer/270786148/in/set-72157594330144300/

moose and spruce

2006-07-27T17:33:00.000-04:00

moose and spruce,
loons, otters, rose pogonia, Great Northern Paper, helleborine galore and we learn it is an invasive, waves and wind, floating bogs, Graveyard Point, homemade rootbeer, marsh St. John's wort, some kinda pyrolla...
smartweed floats like sweet pink candy on the water as we stroke by
thunder in the distance and here is hummous, dates, and dill pickles to eat, chocolate with a love poem from Dante read aloud under cedar, spruce and fir

wooden and canvas canoes, a paddle carved by an Alexandra...biscuits, woodsmoke and rain....we have loved our journey with old and new, watery and true, trails winding round and round between labrador and missoula

North Woods Ways, Willimantic, Maine

it's all too beautiful

2006-07-14T16:14:00.000-04:00

Little bird harassing large bird…swathes of growing corn are candy green….teasle blooms lavender…iowa, new york, tennessee, michigan, connecticut, indiana, wisconsin, rhododendron blooming in mounds of icescream…it’s all too beautiful…(

Over bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green 
Under dreamin' spires
To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been

What did you do there?
I got high
What did you feel there?
Well I cried
But why the tears there? 

I'll tell you why
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be niceand have fun in the sun

Tell you what I'll do (what will you do?)
I'd like to go there now with you
You can miss out school (won't that be cool)
Why go to learn the words of fools?
What will we do there?
We'll get high
What will we touch there?
We'll touch the sky
But why the tears then?
I'll tell you why

It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun

It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
Ha! It's all too beautiful    
ITCHYCOO PARK - Steve Marriott/Ronnie Lane

EMI United Partnership Ltd

) the neighbors' plastic newspaper mailbox explodes with shrilling baby wrens, there’s yellow mushrooms growing all over the driveway…pyrolla blooms, teaberry and whorled loosetrife (world loo strife!) the new batch of kittens (always black) have ripped the door guardian’s hair out of her braids but we’ve finally figured out the secret of the solar lamp. One of the kittens has a tan foot…hot then cold, rain then stars.

mushrooms of every shape and color except blue "shroom, shroom, shroom"

The bats protesting behind the shutters throughout the day sound like pump actions spray bottles: “squeetch, squeetch, squeetch”

Unknown animal den at Wintergreen Rock with neon mushrooms on its doorstep…seven blossoms on the teaberry "berr, berr, berr"

Crow and mockingbird

2006-05-18T09:55:00.000-04:00

Crow and mockingbird argue on a snag; Wren over the doorway warbles his annoyance--- fallen twigs betray her plans ;Vulture at the roadside totters and ducks his shoulders shyly; Three blue herons fly together east away from I-80....

rainy

2006-05-16T19:00:00.000-04:00

blue heron one day

blue heron another day I hear him in the morning talking to a blue jay in the driveway

Being driven into the lake, the water covers the car…. Over our heads

Walk this way o living, through darkened halls… it smells, the cardboard crates are most startling.

Garlic and flames dissolve her first communion dress,

traffic in the rainy street, this is how to do art

Cherry blossoms infinitely unreel all the way to creaking wooden floorboards above the river

pairs of crows, clouds of bluets, glittering wet violets

little yellow car bounces out of the muddy green green ditch, crushed in & clodded with brown

it rains

the green is unbelievable

and everyone sez This is getting ridiculous

The thyme of away-ness, so we leave

all gone

all done

You know—they are choke cherries….

Deer Breath

2006-04-11T18:33:00.000-04:00

Deer Breath on Belltown Road
Ludwig Art

rhodadendron float pale

2006-03-26T12:53:00.000-05:00

pair of rhodadendron blooms float pale on the cliffside in dark above the river...across from the noisy campers

snowcats

2006-02-11T23:25:00.000-05:00

cat tracks in the white snow, dark concrete shows through,
wet and cold.

Kitties don't eat oatmeal cookies.

go not movie see

2005-11-20T00:52:00.000-05:00

not to the movie just to have black tea in a white cup, to write, to walk around th edges of a leaf, to breathe silence
brown leaves piled up in layers everywhere hiding the brass luger shell casings around the blue trailer
spidery witch hazel frills begging for an admiring glance, shimmer yellow in the feeble November sun
to Where the Trailing Arbutus Grows

herd

2005-08-25T10:45:00.000-04:00

Current mood: indescribable

twenty juvenile turkeys trotting across the sunny piney meadow above the river

raining cats 2

2005-08-19T10:01:00.000-04:00

wet black kitten...

boreal?

2005-08-18T09:18:00.000-04:00

Two nites in a row have heard a trilling owl around the house that doesn't match the sound of a screech or sawhet owl-- sort of a bip-bip-bip sound kind of like dripping water so it might be a boreal... Heard coyotes early this a.m. then saw a bright meteorite streak overhead.

hummers

2005-08-12T07:20:00.000-04:00

At least 2 female ruby-throated hummingbirds bickering over the feeder I just re-installed, squeaking those tiny nasal squeaks in alarm & annoyance. In between they sit on white pine branches & the washline, preening & cleaning their long needle-like bills.

city

2005-04-29T13:01:00.000-04:00

o I ran all the way down to GALLERY NAME on STREET after getting off bus to see what the advertised Judy Chicago Kitty City performance is about even though I may be late—am giddily surprised to find a gallery packed with her detailed story of their cats through pen-like watercolours done like huge pages in Book of Hours, bunch of gold paint, weird perspectives.—as in the Book of Hours. They were done over 4 yrs covered even the kitty poop in the kitty pans, their deaths, lots of silly things about cat behavior—cat alarm clocks, sitting on their heads because they want to be fed, all sitting on the bed before bedtime, how they got sick, the different ways they each ate. One had three legs. I’d thought J Chicago was a stern character! She even apparently has had a husband for some time. I wished I had asked my mom along. I’ll bet the gallery operators get tired of Kitties after a few days
o First thing that hit me was the stench & stink of the City.. sort of get used to it
o This trip was struck by how shallow life seemed here, so based on the dollar bill—not based on humanity or nature or the earth, not based on any interaction with those things; makes it seem empty & superficial values; this population lives like animals. They are cut off from the essence of life.
o All the lovely architecture—never noticed before—I’m getting older—always see different things The churches, all the older buildings, noticing how dif streets of buildings looked
o The elevator somewhere in one of the gallery buildings has a regular steel door w/ no windows you pull open at some point I wasn’t able to figure out. Some other gallery owners helped me get up but I gave up & took the stairs down afterwards.
o All the languages, all the costumes, turbans – its good to walk around & hear & feel the World bubbling out all around
o Bike courier/messengers delivery persons in ragged clothing—all of them, riding crazy
o All have bike locks consisting of a heavy linked chain they wear around chest or waist – no one using the kryptonite locks since it was revealed.. pen/..could break into themo Everyone on the phone – gives chance hear more conversation--- one lg black guy yelling at his old lady--- a trio of young people snickered with me
o Went pelting past famous B & H Photo – at least noticed it this time – and saw just as Rich B had said, there were all the Jewish workers in formal back & white & caps—the same guys I’d ordered over the phone from so often. Also saw the famous J R’s electronic World computer store.
o Earlier the cops & motorcycle traffic cops (in their funny-looking jodhpurs & boots) held up all the cross streets so a platoon of speeding black & frosted glass limousines & other cars could sail at high speed up 6th ave to Trump Hotel. It was good to see the native New Yorkers as openly curious, puzzled & gawky as any visitor about what was going on—and making guesses like anyone else. They all stop to stare at what might pass along. A crowd of probably visitors gathers across the street from the Trump Plaza hotel when I finally get up there; someone sez I just want to see their faceo The universal concierge --- in grand uniform, sometimes a woman… whistling for taxis & greeting its residents
o George Sorrels did many tiny paintings & possibly drawings from one or more trips to Big Bend. The paintings were oil & bland – probably some cerebral reasoning of his. $3000 price—I think. CHECK he put the Girl With a Pearl earring in one of the portrait ones WHY? –the ones w/ leaves rocks landscape & flesh part. The woman handling the gallery coolly thanked me for visiting. Perhaps because it was on the street level—well below street—one had to buzz to have the door opened. At the entrance was a book of a woman’s paintings look up her name … The Homer upstairs for $300,000 was gorgeous – 8 x 11 beach dune scene grass & women sun & wind.
o Ate yummy lemon yogurt granola bar & yummy grape juice I brought w/ me in between finding galleries. When I ‘d gotten through Sorrels at Peters way up by the Park on 78th I got a great hot pretzel – even turned out to be only a buck at the one I stopped at, & headed to the park to eat it w/ my orange & foil pack of tuna I’d brought – most excellent, eaten while watching people from a bench in the park—but cold!! Company of tame pigeons, sparrows, & squirrels. Lots of angelic, cherubic little children dressed to the nines in name brands & escorted by rather plain dressed dark-complected women – nannies. Not too many people. The zoo is popular, it has strangely sculptured toy trees—ala Lord of the Rings –it costs to go into the dif animal houses, or to pet goats & llamaso An English-accented couple had me take their photo on the bridge over the pond at the bottom of central park
o Near here was a signed area of the park that claimed to have been left untouched, as somebody wanted.o Leaving Central park through one of the curved stone underpasses there was someone sleeping in an army surplus sleeping bag with their belongings
o Stopped to take sinus allergy on bench in Pace Print galleryStumbled on a Rauschenberg on the floor in storage room there leaning against racks of artworks. 3 gorgeous colors of grey edition of 45 – with dancer photo maybe himself The gallery director curator (?) saw me & showed me another in her office, large Both 1999. In all the galleries the amount of canvases & other works stored in bins & racks in back rooms was daunting. In another the African one, gallery a black man was showing the female director his big portfolio and she sounded encouraging to him… but it just seemed so hard… so many artists, so much bad art, so many weary directors… so much trudging around, the expense. Artists have to pay lots of the expenses of any exhibit they might get—re: Vickie Tyndallo Show by poet stunk!! Find Description which sounded great in the description Big word or 2 on each wall huge maybe about flying
o I asked to take photos of Johns show---took pictures of entrance—what one could see from door looking down near streets—getting headache again man left woman to lock up metal folding chairs & tables focus on process – how tos Make your own camera kits for sale. I’d gotten down there with little more than an hour to spare.
o Went to bottom to find WTC – verfoodled by river of people from ? office going to or from some subway? They climb vigorously as if nothing stairs & platforms all around the Site. Muddled around went back found platform--- still sticking things flowers in chain link fence---few confused people wandering around—a display sign w/ brochures forgot to take--- just construction like many other areas of the city.. a large ramp into it—surrounded by platform things, like train stationso A Dozen cop cars in a row went flying cross-town --- surprising how little even the natives know what is going on & how their blasé façade drops so easily--- they are curious, confused, worried, concerned, trying to figure out what’s going on
o Late afternoon in downtown crowd a man shouts at someone for us all to hear that he wanted that cardboard that someone was carrying away because they sure didn’t need it, they didn’t have to sleep outdoors.
o Later I find out Neil Young was around NYC being treated a t a hospital for an aneurysm & when I get home I find an old Rolling Stone with a big U2 article & on the table of contents a smiling Bono is gleefully brandishing a hot slice of pizza on the streets of Nyc. They had played up & down the streets in November.
o So many same-sex partners cuddling around the streetso In early evening a walking prayer vigil went buy—or rather the crowds came to a standstill to allow this endless river of alter boys pass by – I think it was for the pope. At the end was a couple monks priest with 4 people holding the cloth canopy over him & then the cloth on a stick of I thinks the church’s saint. The cop cars were flying around again in their noisy packs probably holding up traffic somewhere so this block or 2 length procession could cross the streets safely in their circuit. They say there’s a parade everyday due to all the ethnic groups & cultures & politics there
o Got deli salad late other confused tourist girls in there 2 groups store split in 2 Peas, asparagus, tofu, feta hot & cold together – another required expenditure per trip. Ate salad in one of tiny triangle parks, I think McDougal crossed—had 5 roads together- near East Broadway>? 2 old men talking on another bench.. the store keep tidying up his fruits.. walking around talking to regular customers.. photo of biker movingo In a crowd was a couple, the man had 2 cats balancing precariously on his shoulder – he seemed familiar.
o A pair of pigeons lie as if placed like sleeping in a corner of a façade, where the sidewalk meets the building.
o I have to try to walk by obliviously as 2 theatre-going touristy guys pee into corners of facades
o Both the carriage drivers & the bike couriers drive/ride while also smoking & using their cell phones
o Hispanic or dark complexted bored police on horse assigned to let tourists pet his horse, public relations, in the theatre districto There are lots of bicycle rickshaws, which strike me as odd. It also seems like it would be really hard. Rickshaw bikes all over; lined up in rows at theatres. One driven by girlo PARTY –BIKES – red, swerving, laughing delightful About 5 people sit facing a center like spokes on a wheel & the 6th is the guy (owner) who steers somehow- I don’t remember seeing handlebars—and everyone has their own set of peddles & they’re all hooked up to drive the main chaino Everyone is holding up their cell phones to take pictures & video to stream (the next nite I got to hear Garrison Keillor doing his spiel parodying Nyorkers including the phone thing—he talked about walking lots of blocks the same night I was prowling aroundo Walked 20 blocks down, 58 back up, 80 or 90 back down, then 50 back up, then circled back & forth & around & around just absorbing sights & scenes from 9 – midnite or 1 am. I got a huge watery blister on my heel & couldn’t walk right for a few days. And taking lots of photos by resting my camera on various street things & snapping away. I had emptied the card totally for once beforehand. It got cold & I had to put on the red fleece ear band I’d brought just in case. But there was an apparent unspoken rule that once it was April none was allowed to wear a hat. O well.
o Church of Scientology—man saying hello – could hear people asking questions—across from theatre—all golden metallic glitter insideo Inside a entrance of PABT late in evening a couple cops or security guards stood chatting & behind them a homeless man or drunk swayed as if performing, caught himself and as I walked by fell over like a tree toppling and the cops or guards exclaimed (as if cared) whoa buddy & went to his assistance. I think later I saw him outside the doors doing ambiguous magic hand tricks to himselfo A girl horse police person w/ long blonde hair
o There were a bunch of costumed Star Wars fans milling about a certain theatre—lots of those white plasticized soldier outfits, some robed peopleo An Asian woman with a huge yellow cloth shoulder bag half her size, hanging almost to the floor.
o $1.00 hot soft pretzel (at least 1 required per visit)$5.35 mixed deli bar platter – all those luscious tofus & fetas & eggplant & artichoke & asparagus things. $1.08 coffee got at McDonalds so I could use their locked & mirror-guarded buzz bathroom1.00 Friday NYTimes (also required)-------$7.43 total – a good thing since I only left with $8.00 cash+42.00 round trip bus ticket (VISA) + 2.75 spent to test a new ATM card at a non-bank in Elysburg

doorway to rain

2004-08-07T10:35:00.000-04:00

rainfall

the roof over the doorway

2004-08-06T10:37:00.000-04:00

dobsonfly

2004-08-05T13:12:00.000-04:00

cold fall!
Thuds in the dark longness terrorists get painted by morning light into black kits and kats. The gambolling fawn doesn’t even stop for pleasantries with me kneeling in the moss on the hill. Lawn mower Brown, I say Mr. Brown…
Running scrambling spiders frightening in their knowledge Now its cold. It is 42’.

2004-08-04T12:36:00.000-04:00

dragonfly
Battering the windowglass with his beak in pursuit of his reflection, a cardinal wakes me from a dream where I’m helping Brad Pitt flee though the desert.
Garter snake and dead dragon fly. Dying in the pine needles is a Dobsonfly, or hellgrammite from Silodea (suborder), in Neuroptera (order) which also includes lacewings, dustywings, mantispias, antlions, springlions, spongillaflies and snakeflies, in Pterygota (subclass).