A Call to Conversation (3)--:devrestlesssands:

scientistcedar, and the transparency of light
crawling through a cola bottle
you look through space
and then you look at me
and see my miniature;
sunglow, the word i use for you is
the color of premature saffron or
wild maize,
a man belly up
and being poured into it
an eon of yellow ore -
is the same wanting of living,
the same humanness broken
if i were to run my hands
through you,
i'd disappear into the ether
so long at space
were i to touch you now
it would be an old bell of sound
and you would be an hourglass
of measuring

How long have you been writing poetry?

I believe it started somewhere in high school-land.

Have you ever written prose?

Yes. It’s where I started. I attacked poetry, because it didn’t come naturally at first, and then I came to love it. Poetry teaches you the importance of words.

Okay, to get serious--you have a lovely knack for emotive photographs. Is there any advice you'd give a budding photographer, if you could?

Yes.

Get out there you couch worm!

Kidding. Partly. You can either be the type of photographer that captures a moment (to which you must go out and experience it in order to take it), or the type that makes a moment (props, concepts, reflectors). Or a little of both. The California beach hippie in me will drooling-gobstopper appreciate the second, but will probably always practice the first.

Also, keep in mind, you couch worm, that photography is all about light. <–That’s actually a tip. Keep an eye on light. You might be surprised into taking a photo.

bluehere, out of the flightless ink of fish,
the coals are moonlit-blue, and pierced
by little bodies -
       turtles -
little bodies made for brawling
in the great apricot cold -
bumpy heads and peanut shells
and silence dismantled
wherever they shift
through the sandy
dark -
every fin is a petition
for water, a body of water
to bury into :thumb150343687: let's gosusurrous, the whispers you form
when you become citrus and star
shaped, ladling
those lightyear sheep, fishing for
words that bob and slip
before they sink
in;
   we are, we are
free
you remind me
that we are, we are;
      hawkish and sun-scorched,
diced and divided, pilgrims scurrying through
cement-swollen grocery stores with salmon-bone
shelves plying meat, boxed fruit and rectangle
cheeses and lines built to breathe all the same
way -
   but we are, we
are free, you
remind me
     of cinder-sky puddles and deserts
where the very stones are pilgrims,
the hand raised to fend off lemon light
and so makes a web -
the rope burn in your eyes
does shine so -
so tomorrow, no,
tonight, let's,
let's go

ONLY, Flight of the Conchords, ‘Albi the Racist Dragon’ -- www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLltYj…

Kidding. Oh man. I’ll just list some off. Patrick Watson, Arcade Fire, Paolo Nutini, Beirut, MGMT, Modest Mouse, Muse, Erik Satie, Debussy, Pink Floyd, Bon Iver... There’s really too many. Sometimes pure rock & roll, or just folk and instrumentals. Sometimes I can’t stand anything but jazz, or anything but techno. It’s a crazy world.

What are some of the things you like most about dA? Things you dislike?

I like most the complete strangers I’ve encountered. Since logging on the first time, I’ve had this image of an immense room of shifting glass elevators, with people and their art in them, and sometimes one of them really catches your eye.

You become mimic-hearts and happy-faces friends without ever shaking hands, and you grow to earnestly like this person you’ve never really met. Only distance, and what’s on display, and some show of understanding each other as two expressing humans do.

I’m pretty sure my elevator would have permanent hand-prints all over, pressed about a face apart.

I dislike... That I can’t buy a book of prose or poetry from a deviant. I would like these people on my shelves.

If you could change one thing, without breaking anything else, about dA (the community interactions, a feature, anything!) what would it be and why?

What I just said, Up There. You can buy prints, but when I really value a word-talent, I have to go outside the site to obtain hard-copies. I don’t want to be able to always hit delete on a compilation of words so worthy of surviving a power outage.

What, in your opinion, is the best advice you've ever been given (in real life or online)?

‘It’s what it feels like.’ - when it comes to writing

Have there been any deviants, in your time on dA, that inspired or pushed you?

Inspired? Constantly!

Three of my oldest and constantly renewed-in-faith favorites, for poetry:


I’ve loved recently.

I wish would be commissioned to illustrate a film with her odd wonderfuls.

Every once in a while I return to for her people prose.

is bravely pursuing the world of publishing works. Go to him, collect his work.

How about published authors or poets? Who are your favorites, and why?

Recently, Walking To Martha’s Vineyard, by Franz Wright, is a favorite. Something low-down sad and starkly beautiful about his work.

I enjoyed reading Stuart Dybek’s work on Chicago. One of Mark Twain’s last works, short story, ‘The Mysterious Stranger’, made me reconsider humanity for a long time.

Milan Kundera writes unlike anyone else I know.

...I’m always a sucker for the first books I stocked my personal library with, like Dune, Fahrenheit 451, or Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I always have a good opinion of people when I see they have these. It’s the science fiction-fascinated, skin-kneed child in me.