Monday, September 28, 2015

Kidzu


     Kidzu is a children's museum in Chapel Hill that really engages kids.  They need someone on their creative team.  I might apply.  


I have some ideas... 
make a baby beluga and learn the song
tissue art a la Eric Carle.  
Paul Bunyen made of veggies and read the folk tale.  
Make cynotypes out of scrap metal.  
Learn about the Bard of Carolina and read some of his poetry.

Center for Documentary Studies

      Very nice meet-up at the Center for Documentary Studies.  April Walton was there, director for continuing education.  Also Judy Van Wyk, who worked for a production company and has her own company now.  She's working on a film about a family from India.

     Sheila Huggins is an attorney and is involved in the Anytown, USA project.

     I talked about the photographs I did of the Francistown Community outside Richmond.

     Durwood (last name?) works at CDS and did a film last year on David Rubinstein.

     Judy is teaching a class next week.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

#Whitepeople'sproblems


I didn't get my son into the preschool we wanted.

We don't have any free range chickens.

Our time-shares are rented for next week-end.

I have too many job offers.

The water in my tub isn't hot enough.

I couldn't find a parking space.

I haven't had a massage in 3 months.

I have a Diet Coke addiction.

I hate rap music.

My best friend says "like" too often,'

I lost my favorite watch today.

We have jet noise in our neighborhood.

I say "shit" too much.

I had to speak to someone with a foreign accent at Sprint today.

I hate New York accents.

I waste too much time

More white people are dying than being born.


To The Last Eastern Couger


Rapidly killed in the 1800's,
their numbers steadily
declined over the next 2000
years until
the final one was sighted
in Kentucky
last week.

Unseen by the hunter 
was the protective band
around the left paw
which was raised before the shot

as if to say good-bye
a gesture of instinct
now extinct

Friday, September 25, 2015

Auvers


Auvers


I stood on the ground where 
he stood,
looking at the same
church that he painted.
 painting in my childish way,
believing I cannot paint.


We came early, on a sunlit morning,
my son and I,

to the same field
where Van Gogh painted.
70 paintings in 70 days.

He only worked for 6 years.

To think had he lived to be 80,
the paintings, painting, paintings!

His headstone a short walk away --
 like walking through
a Van Gogh.
We stop there briefly
to read,
"here lies Vincent Van Gogh."

I hear him say,
"You think you cannot paint,
so by all means,
paint,
and that voice will be silenced."


Nasher 919



Diving bell or shell?

A piano 
stripped apart
re-assembled
with bent wood
becomes Nautilus.

Reaching for the deepest ocean
capturing our emotion,

neither Disney nor Dali
could have imagined it,
nor fairy tale, folktale, nor fantasy,

only the creator,
the artist,
here at the Nasher's new exhibit.


"Nautilus" by Jeff Bell, Smithfield, NC



Angry Birds


flying in throughout the day,
 echoes rising and falling 
from muted engines 
on their way

to where?

A business meeting,
a funeral,
a family reunion,
or a doctor's appointment,
heart surgery,

a performance,
where do they all go?

Fly, people, fly,

while we on earth

hear the distant thunder of 
 cacacoughy.