Getting sick from a doc visit.

I keep forgetting that sick people go to see doctors and sick people are contagious lol. I had to see my internist last Wednesday about a few problems. Started with a scratchy throat on Saturday which got worse and yes, today am losing my voice and feel swimmy. A cold has taken me. I'd gone for a while without catching anything.

Maybe we ought to have virus free bubbles to step into when we go??

Hope this leaves soon! Being sick all of the time is hard enough. To be sicker is harder.

Pris

How about some blues for a Sunday morning?

Rolling Stones, John Lee Hooker, Eric Clapton...can it get any better?

Paternity, Scott Owens' new book is wonderful!

Paternity by Scott Owens


My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I'm entranced with Scott Owens’ latest book, Paternity. After three readings, my admiration only grew. The core subject of his book is his relationship with his daughter, Sawyer, but poems are also included about his stepsons as well as his father’s bad parenting. I’m not a parent, but I don’t need to be in order to enjoy both the expert craftsmanship of these poems as well as their magic. It’s both a book of the love of a father for his daughter and at the same time, a type of atonement for his own father’s failings. By being a better father, Owens walks away from the ghosts of his past into a better now of his own creation.

From On The Days I Am Not My Father

I don’t yell. I don’t hold inside
the day’s supply of frustrations.
My hands stay open all day.
I don’t wake tired and sore,
dazed from senseless, panicking
dreams. On the days I am not
my father I hold my son
when he cries, let him touch my face
without flinching…


A poet friend, after reading this book, wrote me that he would assign Paternity as a textbook for poetry students were it up to him. I completely agree. Every word, every phrase, every break is carefully thought out. And the poems sing, just as Owens describes singing to Sawyer on his cell phone to the amusement of passers-by.

This passage from The Word for What Only 4-Year Olds Can See is moving:

Today my daughter made up a word,
effuctress, to explain why I couldn’t see
the rainbow bird outside the window.
Effuctress, she says, are things
that can only be seen by 4-year olds.

I would recommend this book to parents and non-parents, lovers of good poetry. The first group will identify. The latter will be inspired to be better people. Both will aspire to become better poets.

From The Hours 7 PM

I no longer bathe with you.
No Gary Snyder, I grow self-conscious
as you fixate on differences,
but I still hold on to this time
of washing things away.

Scott Owens has published five poetry collections before Paternity and is editor of The Wild Goose Review. His work has received numerous awards and two Pushcart nominations. Paternity was published by and can be purchased at Main Street Rag.

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Robert H. Keller, M.D. now has a page on Facebook!

Dr. Keller worked with me with my ME/CFS for over 8 years. While seeing him, I experienced improvement for the first time. His death last year came as both a shock and loss. He died of a blood disease that attacks bodily organs. It's generally not reversable, but if anyone could have beat it, he could. He was dedicated and a brilliant doctor.

Many people still enter my blog with his name as the search word. Links on facebook are iffy, but I'll list that. If the link doesn't work, search for him there under this exact search name: Robert H. Keller, M.D.

Here's the link to try:
Robert H.Keller, M.D.

His daughter started the page just today. I hope she doesn't mind, but I copied one of the photos she posted here on my blog, too.

Very evocative photograpy/videos/architecture...Alastair Cook

I'm thoroughly enjoying the work of Scottish photographer Alastair Cook. To visit his site go to www.alastaircook.com

Music Day! Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Conquering Venus: Collin Kelley. Highly Recommended!!

From the Vanilla Heart publisher's release of the book: In the summer of 1995, young American writer Martin Paige agrees to chaperone a group of high school seniors on their graduation trip to Paris as a favor to his best friend, teacher Diane Jacobs. Diane hopes Europe will act as a catalyst to lift Martin from his grief following the suicide of his lover, Peter. But the trip proves to be more than either of them bargained for. Martin finds himself falling in love with one of her students, David McLaren, who is unprepared to cope with his burgeoning sexuality. He also meets a mysterious Parisian woman, Irène Laureux, who is debilitated by agoraphobia and spends her days spying on the hotel guests across from her apartment. Martin and Irène discover they have a logic-defying connection: a small tribal tattoo on their left hands that means “equal but opposite.” This is same tattoo that Martin’s lover and Irène’s husband had inked into their skin. All the characters lives are irrevocably changed in a horrifying terrorist attack on a Paris metro station. Liberated by the blast, forced from her own self-imprisonment, Irène learns her husband’s death was not an accident, and dares Martin to acknowledge the role he played in Peter’s suicide. Diane, harboring her own secrets and a hidden agenda, takes a drastic step to force David out of the closet and admit his feelings for Martin. From America to England to France, the globe-hopping story places fictional characters amidst historical events such as the Nazi occupation of Paris, the student/worker riots of 1968 and the terrorist bombings of Paris in 1995. Grounded in reality, Conquering Venus is a mystery, a love story and a journey of self-realization.

An interview with Collin about the book is by Jessica Handler on her blog

I couldn't put Collin's book down. Though labeled as 'gay fiction' at Amazon, this book is universal in its appeal. The plot, the locale, the complex interrelationships between characters and the mystery all keep any reader on the edge of his/her seat. I've enjoyed reading Collin for years now on blogger.com. He's an excellent poet as well as novelist. To put it more plainly, he 'has the touch'.

To read excerpts from his novel, view a trailor, and purchase it (several purchasing locations are listed as links), go to www.conqueringvenus.blogspot.com. You'll also find 'ideal actors' Collin has chosen, were the book a movie. I've loved seeing him post those!

An excellent review of the book is at New Southerner.

I highly recommend this book. You won't regret your choice!

Pris

Anke Merzbach , Artist extraordinary

I've featured her work in the past, but want to do so again, since she's added new work to her growing collection. I'm in love with her work. So....take a look and enjoy a fascinating artist.


See Anke's photostream HERE

Click to see them larger.

Oranges and Sardines....Didi Menendez does it again!

A wonderful issue! Click on the cover and you'll go fullscreen. Hitting 'escape' on your keyboard will take you back out. Click on the follow or back arrows to go through the journal. Fantastic art and poetry to be seen.

Speed of Light

for James Dean

Fast car. Fast car.
Liz in his thoughts;
the reek of his last
same-sexed lover 
still on his sheets.

Fast car. 
How fast can it go? 
Rev up the motor. 
Let out the throttle.
Full speed around
that next curve.

If he flies at the speed
of light, will he disappear
into the moon's belly,
he wonders?

He stubs out his last cig,
chugs down more Daniels.
The ghosts still won't slip off
his shoulder blades.

He's two people, and even
this fast, loud
mouthed
little sports car
can't make the one
he hates go away.

Pris Campbell
©2005


Published in Remark Journal, 2006

A REPOST FROM MAY 2006 Featuring Montage Art: Maggie Taylor/Jerry Uelsmann

copyrighted image by Maggie Taylor.

It's indeed a small world. When a Finnish fellow art lover on MySpace posted to me about a wonderful digital artist she'd discovered named Maggie Taylor, I googled her, saw she was from Gainesville, Florida. Years ago, I remembered my old (former) friend, an master of darkroom montages, Jerry Uelsmann telling me he was marrying one of his former graduate student who did stunning ditigal work. Another bio showed she was indeed his wife She works from photos and also from things she collects at old shops and scans them in her flatbed scanner (I had to wonder if she'd ever scanned her head, like I have :-) Her final work is all digitally rendered, though.

One of several sites for her work is at MaggieTaylor.com.


A book, Adobe Photoshop Master Class : Maggie Taylor's Landscape of Dreams (Master Class ), describing some of her techniques was listed, but the write-up on Amazon.com says it's more of a showcase of her work (enough of a reason to buy it, alone) and less of a step by step, but gives some of that. It can be found at:

Amazon site for Landscape of Dreams


A book, Surreal Digital Photography (Paperback)
by Barry Huggins, Ian Probert, lauded by readers as having excellent step by step detail for creating montages in Adobe.

The link at Amazon is HERE.


Even if you don't like montages (a combination of images to make a meaningful whole) or surrealism, it seemed useful to me to see just what was involved to get these types of images, techniques which could be used to create other types of images , as well (though I admit, I love the surrealistic work, myself).

As a boon, on my old friend's site, I found video clips of him describing his work. He has permanent exhibits at the MOMA (he had one there when I knew him), The Smithsonian and a number of other prominent places. In the late sixties and early seventies, he gave me four signed and numbered prints. I gave three to a local art gallery in the eighties and kept one. I knew he'd had a show at the museum and that his work would be much appreciated by them and by patrons of the museum.

I see now that his work from that period goes for around 6 or 7 thousand dollars! This was his third marriage and, upset by 'female voices from his past' contacting him (he was in his early fifties and still a charmer), he finally asked all former female friends or loves to have no further contact with him to save destroying yet another marriage (It was already causing upset at that point). A loss. Jerry was a fun and loving friend. Still a kid at heart.

I hadn't seen him since his thirties. We met when I was in O'Hare in Chicago, waiting for the snowed-in commuter plane to take me back to grad school from Christmas holidays. He was teaching at Gainesville and visiting art friends where I attended school at the U. of Illinois. The airlines finally limoed us down and he and I were good friends by the end of the trip. He had his portfolio with him and his work bowled me over. I was to find out that, only in his thirties, he was already an icon and cult underground figure. For around five or six years, whenever he had a show close to whereever I happened to be living, we spent a day together, just exploring the area and, once, dancing down a Chicago street. When I lived in Boston, he got me into a one day darkroom workshop he gave there for 12 people. I was a rank amateur with a cheap enlarger in my bathroom. The others were aiming for professions in this field, so I felt lucky for that opportunity.

No, no romance between us. Just friendship.

I see in his vids that yes, he's older but he still has that same grin (and all of his hair, too). He's just past 70 now and going strong. So many good memories came back seeing him again, along with a bit of a tug that the connection has been lost.

His site is at:
Jerry Uelsmann: Legend

It's well worth a look to see some of his images, vids, and explantion of his darkroom work too. I still have a few cards he made for me and images with letters on the back. Since I only framed his mounted ones, many of these are worse for wear, even though kept in a folder, unfortunately. He sent the one below when he'd just heard he won a Guggenheim Fellowship and we were planning our Chicago visit.



The one with the angel is clearly a Valentine's Day card and so typical of his fun-loving creativity. The one with flower in mouth(see, I'm not the only one who does that:-) is a status report on the beard he was growing out. The last one was done on metal, so didn't scan well. Click any of these to enlarge.




Below is one from his website to show how intricate his work has become over the years. Remember, this isn't digital. It's all in the darkroom. I love this particular image. It's called 'Untitled'. Again, click to enlarge.



Note: There was no way on either artist's site to contact them, so I hope that by citing the links that if either ever see this blog, it'll be seen in the spirit of admiration in which it was done, with some leeway given for my former friendship with Jerry. With contemporary artists I always get permission before posting their work on my website with poetry.

With good memories!

Pris

THE FIRST TEN COMMENTS ALREADY HERE DATE BACK TO THE 2006 POSTING. I LOVE THEIR WORK, SO FELT IT WAS WORTH A REPOSTING.

Been missing in action again.

My friend from college days came to stay with me last Monday through Friday. Those of you with ME/CFS who follow my blog know how wonderful it is to see a friend and also how much energy it takes, at the same time. I did little else since I wanted to focus on spending what time I could with Marilyn. Fortunately, she understands my limitations and never pushes me. I push myself, though, so we made one ride over the the ocean together and I even made it into a small shoestore in downtown Lake Worth to try on some sandals I badly needed. In the interim, I zoned out and we talked short times inbetween. My sleep has been off so my energy is low right now, but I'm happy. I'm especially happy that our friendship, one of those rare from the heart ones, has lasted all the way back from my teens.

This is us by our bench. This man wandered along while I was photographing Marilyn, to the left, and asked if I wanted him to take a photo. It was only after I looked at him, seeing only sunglasses like most other people were wearing, and held out the camera that he laughed and said he was blind. His friend walked up then and got all of us.



Below are some more shots of Lake Worth Beach that day. Lake Worth rims the southern end of West Palm Beach with no break between. Lake Worth Beach is over the bridge from downtown and about 8 miles south of Worth Avenue in Palm Beach, home to the moneyed and famous....as well as Donald Trump's mansion, now club--once the Emily Post mansion.

I call this one 'Taking a stroll with the gulls' :-)




The below shot was taken at full 20x zoom. The surfer you see if being towed by the kite high in the air.



Below is me with the Lake Worth Pier, finally repaired from the 2004 hurricanes, behind me. I unfortunately look like the hurricane hit ME lol.



The woman here has her sunglasses on her head and is bending, feeding the gulls, who are eager to gather quickly when food appears. Some will swoop to try to take lunch from your hand if you're careless enough to hold it high enough. Brazen birds, indeed!!:-)




And finally, here we are on my webcam on Marilyn's last day here.

Australia...the movie. It's epic. It's wonderful!

Australia is a very long movie, but I'm so glad I rented it. The music...the characters...the story. Hugh Jackman. Need I say more??

Fantastic issue of Oranges and Sardines

Click on the image to go full screen mode. ESC will take you back out. Hit the right arrow to move forward. You'll find some gray pages as spacers in the beginning. Just hit the right arrow again and you're into the journal.