saturday morning dogblogging...
good morning everyone. make sure you check out the minor changes to my dad's webpage; he says he might even have some poems up there later today -
stella blue cunningham
posted by christopher cunningham at 5:24 AM
18 Comments:
great updates. you look exactly like nothing i thought you would. or something.
i was looking through your books and ephemera and got sad that i don't have everything and even sadder at the realization that i will never have one of everything.
great stuff.
speaking of where the magic happens, i once mentioned that about our bedroom but my wife quickly retorted that if this was in fact where the magic happened then it's evident i am no David Copperfield.
thanks man. I'll go thru my shit and my mom's shit and see if there happen to be any odd extras of any of that crap you might not have. there is only one person on earth besides me who has EVERYTHING on that list and that is Hosho McCreesh. I sent him everything I made because of our vicious and massive correspondence over the last six years. that mother even has one of the three copies of that IN THE LIGHT book with photos that I got from Jen. in the future, soon probably, I am going to photo/scan those things in so folks can get a look at em.
and what did you think I looked like? I am always curious because I conciously make an effort to not put photos of myself in shit.
some poems up at my website now, a few anyway...
oh i was just joking about what someone looks like. because no one EVER looks like you'd imagine them looking.
i've never even heard your voice, you know, so you looked like a nondescript male... :)
Hosho's a lucky guy...and thank you for looking around...i appreciate it.
gonna go check out the poems on yer website.
great poems....i love how you get these crisp, killer lines.
some things merely are.
thanks much j.b, I appreciate it. it is very interesting how we form these mental pictures of people though. even in literature we invent these vast visuals in our heads, give faceless faces to the characters, etc. for me, I imagine everyone in the small press to be young, you know? I think everyone is our age and younger and am always stunned, in a way, to find out that these guys and gals are usually much older and have been around, been doing this poem thing for a while. it is good to know that it is possible to maintain the level of enthusiasm over the long haul, to keep at it.
such is the way of it, I suppose. some hang in and some fade away...
Hi cc,
You are right about people not looking like you think that they would. This is a photo of me...
www.bospress.net/br.jpg
just ask justin. Before we met, he thought that I was a 35 year old, overweight, balding guy...
Bill
your leathery skin is a lovely shade of brown, mr. roberts. I had no idea that Delaware was such a barren heatstricken no man's land. surely your tough survival skills in such a godforsaken place have made you the dedicated craftsman with such careful attention to detail that you've become.
ahh, we're all one day closer to death I guess...
funny stuff, huh?
Thanks for sharing those poems on the homepage. I like them all, especially the third one. be well.
cc,
Have you ever been to Delaware? That photo was shot in the ghetto in Wilmington. Down south ios more.... Remote.... Many of my fellor Dover residents drive Horse and Buggies (er, rickshaws).
I got my leathery skin while helping build the trans-continental railriad in the 1870's. Smoking Opium did not help, either.
It was during those long nights in the den, in the 1870's that I started reading great poets like justin.barrett (then called Justin Barrett) and Christopher Cunningham (ALWAYS called Christopher Cunningham).
My days are numbered, which is why I must work quickly to get out "And Still The Night Left To Go."
Bill
I was deployed to Delaware in the 1974 War On Boredom; seems our president back then decided "fight boredom over here so we don't have to fight it...er...over here." well, to be fair it was Ford, so maybe his advisors were a little off. but we went, by god, and we kicked ass and took names and by the end of our tour in that dusty third world land, we had boredom on the run. we chased it into New Jersey where it holed up in a cave and we lost the motherfucker. of course, now, after the takeover of Jersey by Very Boring Forces, we regret not pushing on deeper into that terrible land and killing boredom once and for all.
I bought one of those rickshaws from its driver for ten mu'aa'tus (the Delaware unit of currency) and a bottle of the local delicacy of fermented goat's milk mixed with brine. I don't know how you people drink that stuff. probably explains the high rates of opium abuse and snake buggery. good thing you quit that obscene and destructive lifestyle and decided to focus on God's Own Artform: the poem.
good show. and never forget: the war on boredom is a long war.
LCB:
thanks for the kind words on the poems. I plan on updating the website more frequently, maybe adding a couple of poems each week or something. haven't really thought it thru yet.
I've loved "The Last Meal of the Night" from the beginning. That one and the one about the little girl - can't think of the name right now - are powerful and wonderful and I am very proud of you. Of course there are others, but these two melt this moms heart.
Bill--
you wish you looked that good! ;)
Chris,
i too was deployed for the War on Boredom. i served in Maryland, however, and spent most of my time eating crab cakes. i was occasionally called to dance a jig in front of a large audience to allay the rampant boredom that had become a pandemic in the region.
i was in Delaware for a little while, too, but i wasn't strong enough to eradicate the boredom there. it was very strong. i was no match.
Most of my credit card bills go to Delaware.
Luis,
All those checks that you are sending for your credit cards are coming straight to me. That is how I can afford to have my long, grey whispy fu-manchu braided.
justin,
Yes, it is boring here, but I have decided to combat that by joining the Mormon church. That should spice things up. They are into Free love and crystal Meth, right. At least that is what they told me when they knocked on the door. We seemed to hit it off, but then again, my wife was wearing a skirt with jeans beneath, so that may have dad something to do with it.
Is that an albino?
discuss.
Bill
hilarious.
for those NOT in the know, bill is referring to the polygamists out here in Utah. the women wear these ugly handmade dresses with jeans underneath. no lie. hilarious.
as for the crystal meth comment, it's an epidemic problem here. i don't know the statistics, but it's a lot worse that you'd think with the Mormons preaching about an abstemious lifestyle. but, then again, they preach about family values and don't necessarily deliver on that either.
as for the albino comment, that's between bill and i! :)
Bill, I saw your twin near Chinatown the other day, sitting near a freeway on ramp, I wasn't driving slow enough to read what his sign said, Delaware bound? I don't make it a practice of picking up hitchikers.
JB: the crystal meth problem is an epidemic in many parts of the U.S.
Frimp should make it a priority to handle this epidemic, but he is probably too busy "bugging" all the red doors in America. He figures Commies might live in houses behind "red doors."
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