Two book cover updates by Neil Novello. Much obliged.
O clap your hands, all ye people; shout! Hear this, all ye people; give ear!
The elegant movie about the eloquent James Baldwin got me thinking about the early 1960’s, I was an impressionable youth in those days who also followed sports. We lived in Albuquerque, and the University of New Mexico at that time had one of the great track teams in the nation. One of the stars on the team was Adolph Plummer. I idolized this great athlete. He competed in individual events and as a member of a relay team. Adolph Plummer set the 440 world record of 44.9 seconds in 1963. He won an NCAA title at that distance a year earlier. I tried out for the junior high track team thinking I was going to be the next Adolph Plummer. He seemed to me elegant and eloquent and fast.
Been trying to jump start Spring, and there are buds and blossoms on the peach tree and the apricot tree, but I proclaim this the coldest and dreariest Winter in several years.
I compiled a paragraph of threads from an online discussion board.
I’m reading Solzhenitsyn. It is depressing. Russian literature is wonderfully depressing, yes? Beautiful but depressing. I really like Solzhenitsyn, but there's more depressing books by other Russian authors, yes? Dostoevsky and Tolstoy, for example. Notes from Underground by Dostoevsky almost destroyed my mind with how depressing it was. I'd say that's the most depressing book I've ever read.
And when I get in that heavy mind, I write things like this:
Noisome pestilence infects my lungs.
I COULDN’T SEE SHIT
It was scary as fuck.
Or, when I really stretch:
YESTERDAY WENT LATE AND HARD
Not sure what was accomplished.
Scaling the Polymentality
To change the art form
Not just to get more sensitive
Not just tweak the existing
Duct tape on stalagmites
Hospice for fish
Skidding on jazzy rays of bird-blest
From pre classic to post neo late
Which helps make me
The cold blooded creator
The lighter of the harpsichord bonfire
That I am.
But that’s not the tone I like to set.
I’ve been entertaining audiences for more than 50 years.
And the tone I want to set is more like:
RIDING THE HILLCREST MOUNTAINEER
Window seat in the parlor car.
THIS YEAR IS LIKE
A year of crazy changes.
And then, stretching out, one I started, called "At the Deli":
HOW’S MY BABY GIRL?
How’s my sunshine?
PEOPLE TELL ME
I talk like I’m singing
A WHOLE NUMBER NINETEEN
MY PIECE MOVING AROUND THE BOARD
HOW RAD IS THAT
Super cool about it.
IS THERE A WAY
You could go like this
With the mustard?