Orange Colander

My lesson was to focus the camera on it, not the background. These haven’t been edited because I’m not up to that yet!

I focus the camera
on the orange colander
as if it were
a naked goddess
carved in marble
or gilded Aphrodite

Paul Eluard said: “There is another city and it is within this one.” Neil Gaimon uses that as a way to explore magical and parallel realities. But I heard it originally in a Zen context where it refers to something rather different. However, I need to stop thinking of the concept as a To Do item.

The pink saki bottles were harder. It’s easier said than done–to focus.

Eclipse of The Sun: Totality

there is no
blessing
for an eclipse
in Hebrew

although there are blessings
for a large crowd
first blossoms
a comet

putting on new clothes
earthquake
the passage of time
a rainbow

Above us, the disk of the moon covers the sun. You can look right at it without dark glasses for 90 seconds. It burns like an eye in space. Birds fly into the trees. We can see Venus, much higher than usual, and a star or two-—Sirius? We’re at a rest stop in Lusk, Wyoming, having slept in Nebraska. At the edge of shortgrass prairie.
Driving back into town, we encounter our first and last eclipse traffic of the trip. It takes a half hour to go a mile. At Agate Fossil Beds National Monument there are sunflowers and prairie roses and stinging nettles and fossils from millions of years ago.
A colander and a vegetable steamer from home cast sharply defined shadows of dozens of partial eclipses.

All week I’d been having intense eclipse dreams:

and in the underworld of sleep
you can visit
all the shadows
of your different selves

an ancient white-haired woman
sits glowing
without hands
in a room
too bright
to look at directly

a dark man
torments some young crows
(in yet another dream)

I’ve been writing a 24 section poem on suminagashied index cards called “Woman, Sleeping” which is about the eclipse, statues and monuments, and more. I’ll post additionally when it is finished.

Clouds by Laurie Tümer

Do you have an image of the perfect way for your audience to experience your work?

Last year I had a reading of essays from my book Night Writer (my essay and Eddie Tafoya’s) at the Espanola iconic liquor store/bar Saints & Sinners. It could not have been a more perfect place to read/hear this particular work as it was an affectionate and badass homage to Espanola that had pictures of the place Saints & Sinners too. There were snacks and mixed drinks! I tend to have different “perfect” locations in mind for each of my books to be read and listened to — “intimate” events at small spaces. The essays in my book CLOUDS (images and essays) are scheduled to be read high on a hill at a friend’s gallery in Cordova as close to the clouds as possible!

Laurie Tümer

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I just have to say that the perfect way for me to experience this book is to be delighted I have a copy I can look at any time. It communicates utter transcendence. Here are some images from the Photo Eye site–
http://blog.photoeye.com/2017/03/laurie-tumer-clouds-new-work-and.html

Magical Steam Everywhere

steam soft
from the earth’s
fountain
spring’s first
colors
pink and yellow
swirls
of a fossil dream
remembered…
forsythia
the ferns of the grotto
called
maiden hair, brittle, resurrection,
the worry
of winter without snow,
the geisha’s sleeve
the good time girl’s beaded fringe
sways and swings
with the gentle air
a tale
you came in on
the middle of…

Point and Shoot In The Hood

It’s a bit difficult to see how creative process comes together. Isabel and I went to torah study group last week, had lunch, and walked the acequia trail.

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If I’d been alone, I wouldn’t have been photographing. I find that no person’s land soth of my house to be mysterious, a bit threatening, even after all these years.

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It’s a profoundly in-between place, even with the Railyard development.

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I don’t think this neighborhood will ever be anything other than slightly shabby and always charming.

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My affection for it has been one of the great sustaining things in my life.

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