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:
ARMAGEDDON BOIL-OFF
Noisome pestilence infects my lungs.
Or:
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
Epistemology
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.
And:
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
With
everything.
Easy
oil.
MY PIECE MOVING AROUND THE BOARD
Positive
languor.
HOW
RAD IS THAT
Right?
THEY’RE
LIKE
Super
cool about it.
IS THERE A WAY
You could go like this
With the mustard?
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