I’ve been visiting a dear old friend from high school. Howie was the physics teacher, and although I didn’t take his class I did spend a lot of time hanging out in his room. He sponsored the photo club and often had students redoing work or making up for missed work. He provided a safe and interesting place for me when I had no other reason to stay after school, and we shared common interests like poetry and SF/Fantasy. We stayed in touch over the years and he and his wife have had me as a guest for about the last eight days. It’s been a pretty low key visit, but it has been nice to get to know Joy, his wife, and visit with both of them.
The Beatles appearance on the Ed Sullivan show on February 9th 1964, viewed by some 73 million people (!) was an epochal moment in the history of popular music and indeed of global popular culture. The world would never be quite the same again.
Additionally, their Sullivan show debut red letter marked a new, wholly unanticipated, chapter in the, ‘Special relationship’ between the peoples of Britain and The United States Of America.
Following in the wake of The Beatles overwhelming chart triumphs and virtual colonisation of the hearts and imaginations of an entire generation of American youth battalions of British Beat groups began packing their bags and stared dreamily at their atlases as they wondered what the fabled cities of New York City, Chicago and San Francisco were really like. Could it true that they were on their way there and that when they arrived they would be screamed at…
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I’d like to start posting my poetry but I’m not sure…of much these days, so here goes.
skin is not too bright
wanting without any sense of propriety
skin feels all but knows nothing
might be the answer
then again maybe not
a challenge to feel
might push the skin into trouble
wordless and clueless
deaf and dumb
then scorched like a marshmallow
over a bonfire
aflame with embarrassment
listen to the heart
‘stop, skin; wait for me
i know, i sense
only i can keep you safe’
the fires of strangers
are real dangers
loved, the skin is tamed
hangs where it belongs
Louie Spooner Bucklin copyright 2015
I was feeling all relaxed and lazy; sitting in bed at about 12:30 PM (I love to wake at the crack of noon) when my senses were overtaken by the aroma of BROWNIES cooking nearby. I put on a robe and went down to the kitchen to find no brownies anywhere. *WAH*
The windows on all sides were open on the third floor where I sleep, etc., so it could be from anywhere within three or four houses in any directions. When I went down later, dressed to go out, there was a Keycon meeting just wrapping up, and they had chocolate chip cookies that were chocolate, which eased my jones a little, but they also had some gluten free ginger cookies, soft and chewy that were absolutely fab!
Shopping got me the brownies I really needed as well as juice, milk, and flowers for my lovely hosts.
Even the pictures are about words; Surface, the image I chose for my site, was a slow building up of layers of color that were allowed to develop on the medium before new color or texture was added.
Watercolor is one of my favorite of the light based media. I have worked in tempera with fair success, but watercolor is my first love as far as color is concerned. I will be adding more examples of the use of this in the near future. The color wheel design done in tempera is from 8th grade.