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Week 11 of the TwinGeekz Artz Project 03 submitted June 12, 2011

“Blossom” by Ashley Davene

State Theatre, Portland ME

Upstaging the gently worn

And washed tour t-shirts,

Stickers, a tote bag and some

Peacock-printed scarves,

The display of vinyl

Seven-inch editions sneer

In some sort of revolt

Of the digital revolution. (Meanwhile,

In some alternative

Universe, where the members

Of bands still meet quite

By accident and out from under

The influence

Of corporate interests, you

Discover each other

Scribbling lyrics in spiral

Bound notebooks as the teacher

Drones on about Civil

War casualties.  When you practice

In the garages of parents,

There are noise complaints.  But

One night at a crowded gig, that record

Producer – whose car broke down

just two blocks south – stops in

For smokes and a beer. Sign

Here.) We try to remember why

Some sounds are supposed

To include the gentile hiss

Of diamond scraping over grooves.

This is my submission for Week 11 of the Twingeekz Artz Project 3.  The accompanying art work is by fellow geek, Ashley Davene. 

TwinGeekz is a loose affiliation of loose affiliates in New Hampshire who began the TwinGeekz Artz Project challenge in May of 2005; the task was for each of the original seven participants to produce and submit a piece of art every week for one year.  Every artist succeeded in completing their 52 pieces of art, and thus the TGAP theory was proven: “all creativity needs is a deadline”. 

We grew each of the three years that the project continued. It’s time to bring it back. 

Let’s do it again! #tgap2020 join us!

June 7, 2016

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Hull of old memories, 

Bee-bops and slow dances,

Soda shop sundaes 

After school – You


Dj’d them all.

With a quarter

And the push of some buttons,

Records dropped


45 RPM and the long arm

Lowered itself onto each

Grove like a gentle 

Lover. Scratched


The melancholy moods

And soft air.


Where is the graveyard of those

Records now?  Melted ashtrays,

Art on diner walls, 

Skeet targets. 


Digital music – so pure

And perfect, convenient.

But never as romantic

As standing arm and arm above

The Wurlitzer choosing your favorite song.


This is Poem #90 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

The computer’s virtual

Realm is a vacuum;

It’s sucked up

 

The Main Street video

Store and conversations

With clerks regarding

 

New films, and comics,

And war. Stacks of

VHS tapes lining walls

 

And piled on the floor

And the way he knew

Just where to locate

Any obscure B-film

Title no matter

 

How close to the ceiling

Its rank. One day

We bought 8-tracks,

 

Cassettes, records. Then

CD’s – but each groove

was recommended by

 

The man behind the counter.

Yesterday, we made

A concerted effort

 

To buy actual music

Pressed into vinyl

For a needle to

Scrape and scratch

Over – no digital

remastering. No

Transfer to MP3

 

Or virtual this or

Virtual that.

 

And bumper stickers

Crying out against

The World Wide Web

Adorned a pole

 

Near the register.

Buy me. Attach

Me to your actual

 

Reality.

 

 

This is Poem #4 from the Poem (almost) Everyday Project. These are second drafts of  pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. Feel free to give useful critique.

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