Winter is Coming

Winter is Coming

No literally.  Not just for the Starks.

It’s supposed to be coming, but it’s 100 degrees.

Winter is coming, but it’s still so far away.

We don’t have cool air yet. We don’t have frost or chill.

Winter isn’t really coming any time soon. Face it.

The world is boiling over.  My hair sizzles in the heat.

Published in: on September 26, 2016 at 7:01 pm  Leave a Comment  

Last night—art opening at the Pasadena Museum of California Art.

Then we saw the Magnificent Seven. Denzel, I love you, but why did you agree to do this movie? Antoine Fuqua really likes fight scenes. He directed Training Day, but also Olympus Has Fallen. In American movies, when one guy says he’s going to leave as the Ethan Hawke character does in Magnificent Seven, you know that he will be coming back shortly. You can just sit around and wait for it. A lot of fighting and running, horses falling, but not much plot. Even the one attractive woman doesn’t get involved with anyone.

The movie I really wanted to see was Sully, maybe next time. We’re still churning through Breaking Bad where violent occurrences happen every day like rain in Oregon, like sunshine in L.A.

Published in: on September 25, 2016 at 8:00 pm  Leave a Comment  

Breaking Bad

I hadn’t wanted to watch Breaking Bad.

I didn’t want to fill my brain with toxins.

 

Then people started to say, It’s so good.

The story of it, the acting. They say it’s so gritty and good.

 

So I said okay, I’ll try it.

We started to watch it. And like meth, it’s addictive.  Or what I hear about meth.

 

The story ravels and unravels, creeping down your neck.

We don’t watch too much at a time.

 

It’s good story telling and yes, you come back to it

and want to know how it’s all going to end.

 

Science, math, particles. Family.

Why we love. What we hold on to.

 

The way we sing ourselves to sleep.

And tell ourselves stories.

I hadn’t wanted to watch Breaking Bad.

I didn’t want to fill my brain with toxins.

 

Then people started to say, It’s so good.

The story of it, the acting. They say it’s so gritty and good.

 

So I said okay, I’ll try it.

We started to watch it. And like meth, it’s addictive.  Or what I hear about meth.

 

The story ravels and unravels, creeping down your neck.

We don’t watch too much at a time.

 

It’s good story telling and yes, you come back to it

and want to know how it’s all going to end.

 

Science, math, particles. Family.

Why we love. What we hold on to.

 

The way we sing ourselves to sleep.

And tell ourselves stories.

Published in: on September 22, 2016 at 9:26 pm  Leave a Comment  

New Mexico has a big unbroken sky.

 

It must have been such a shock to Georgia O’Keefe to drive there from New York.

 

The ocean surprises me every time I see it, all that water moving toward you.

 

But big sky states—New Mexico, Colorado, Utah—

when you go there, you can see why one would fall in love.

 

The sky having a conversation with you about how big your life

can be.  How big the story of the sky can be.

 

I have no plans to go back to New Mexico,

but I will always remember the sky of it.

My favorite sky is the one I’m inside all the time.

 

I want to go to Italy, back to Greece, I want to see more skies.

Sometimes there are ribbons

 

of light coming down out of the sky like

you could walk up those bars of light into an open window.

 

The sky has an open window.  In the sky, there is forgiveness.

If I can be forgiven again, I can climb in that window.

 

I’ll let you know what I find on the other side.

Published in: on September 21, 2016 at 9:54 pm  Leave a Comment  

Morning comes early

When you have been on the East Coast, and you come West, morning comes early. You feel morning come to you on its little feet, nudging you, pushing you out of bed.  Morning says you are ready.  Ready for what?  You say.  Ready for the spinach of time.  The artichoke of day.  The radish of readiness.  Morning is coming toward you.  Morning is your bedfellow. And you are now the plaything of the day.

Published in: on September 19, 2016 at 9:48 pm  Comments (1)  

Watch the water for sharks and don’t become one.

The reading with Ron Koertge, Brynn Saito and Billy Collins at Poets House, was amazing, and afterward, we went to dinner at Landmarc Tribeca. I like the mussels there.  I used to eat fries with the mussels.  Back in the days of French fries.

 

I walked from Tribeca back to Chelsea; on the way back, I talked with Mark on the phone. I didn’t want to tell him something was wrong in New York.  I could see the world in Chelsea veering into some strange place. Huge police presence, many black cars. In Los Angeles, we call them ghetto birds.  The choppers circled the intersection of Chelsea where my hotel is.  When I saw the explosion in Chelsea was all over the news, I called Tobi.  This morning, I walked to 8th avenue to catch a cab; there were large dark SUVs everywhere.  Do guys sit around in those SUVs watching the streets?  So many police. But no more choppers.  It seemed kind of eerie, people out taking cell phone footage of the area, trash blowing in the wind.

 

The movie The Boss is a good one. Melissa McCarthy plays a redheaded business woman. The movie’s message is:  If your mentor made money being a shark, she might be a shark; expect sharks to be predators.  If your mentor is a shark, don’t ever start thinking you are her real friend or her family.  Sharks are not your family.  Sharks eat fish.  Sharks are predators.   “She wouldn’t kick us out,” the kids say, but she does.  Watch the water for sharks and don’t become one.

Published in: on September 18, 2016 at 6:36 pm  Leave a Comment  

Washington DC, believe in change

 

What I like about DC besides seeing friends which is the best part, is the bookstore Politics and Prose.  It’s a fine bookstore, and I’ve walked to it from Dupont Circle more than once.  I like walking around the monuments, and walking by the White House. I try to keep an eye on all the cameras everywhere and the security guys and the guys who are security guys but are dressed like normal guys, and I look at the guns on top of the White House which I think could shoot down incoming missiles.  Washington DC feels like a southern city, a city with a fluid population, a muscular city with big decisions being made.  It’s a city where money is wasted, where favors are traded, where cherry trees bloom in spring, where the strongest emotion in the air is desire, not a city rolling in young techies like San Francisco or corporate wealth like Seattle or corporate wealth meets arts culture like Minneapolis or old money like New York and Chicago, not a sprawl of stories like Los Angeles, but a city of need, desire, grit; what juices Washington DC is power.  I feel the hum of it along the long Reflecting Pool, and I look down into the water where the birds live.  The Reflecting Pool is full of shit.  A slight stale smell hangs in the air and floats up to the Jefferson Monument and the Martin Luther King Memorial which for so long was hidden in the basement and hard to find. I always go there.  I hear MLK’s and I believe in change.

Published in: on September 14, 2016 at 6:21 am  Leave a Comment  

Good Morning, Los Angeles

Mornings in California are cool.  You see the dawn break through the palm trees, and the light lifts the edges of the dark fronds.  Light filters in at first, then there’s more of it.  Light pouring down the trunks of the palm trees and into the yard.

Published in: on September 11, 2016 at 9:28 pm  Leave a Comment  

In the asteroids of dreams, we fly.

What is a falling star?

Stars don’t fall.

Tiny bits of dust and rock falling to Earth.

They burn up as they fall through atmosphere.

They smear the sky, long white streaks.

We call those streaks falling stars.

 

In the asteroid of dreams, we fly.

Published in: on September 10, 2016 at 9:29 pm  Leave a Comment  

Breaking Bad.

How does the show conspire to make you want the meth cook to survive?

There’s all that great acting, and the meth cook has cancer.

Are we all on the side of anyone fighting the big C?  I think we are.

 

Tonight I made dinner, Korean barbecue chicken,

salad, and on the berries, yellow rose petals.

Kombucha in the afternoon

 

There’s a lot of junk food in America.

When you sit at the ocean watching the tide come in,

Sometimes the moon gets swallowed by waves.

 

The meth cook and his accomplice don’t work together well

And maybe that’s part of the drama, the way they fight

and argue and try to scratch each other’s eyes out.

 

What you think about is who you are.

I’m thinking stories.  That’s what’s best about Breaking Bad.

It’s good story telling.

Published in: on September 9, 2016 at 8:43 pm  Leave a Comment