As/Is







9.05.2024


Something Solid: Aughts Philly: Portal-ways in Moss Trill



Portal-ways, sonnet from the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid, in Moss Trill

Portal-ways is also available as an individual mp3 file on PennSound
 









9.01.2024


Something Solid: Aughts Philly: Glass Doors in Synchronized Chaos


 Glass Doors, a double sonnet from the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid, in Synchronized Chaos









8.09.2024


Something Solid: Aughts Philly: Starlight in Ink Pantry

Starlight, double sonnet from the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid, in Ink Pantry.

Starlight is also available as an individual mp3 file on PennSound









8.06.2024


Something Solid: Aughts Philly: Portal-ways in P.F.S. Post


Portal-ways, sonnet from the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid, in P.F.S. Post.

Portal-ways is also available as an individual mp3 file on PennSound









7.23.2024


Abs is Tobs, Tobs is Abs


 Just a reminder that Abby also has things to incise as Tobi, too









7.18.2024


Cabinet


Cabinet is a double sonnet which concludes the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid. It was released in Otoliths 69 in 2023

Cabinet is also now available as an individual mp3 file on PennSound









7.15.2024


from Something Solid on PennSound

 

Seven pieces from Something Solid added to my PennSound Author Page. Many thanks to PennSound. 









7.13.2024


Abby Heller-Burnham


 









7.12.2024


The Lost Twins

There are a million things to say about The Lost Twins, here shown. The connection, on the one hand, to French Neo-Classicism, and on the other hand to Queer Studies, is right on the surface. However, at this point in time it is worth pointing out that The Lost Twins acts as its own Equation, as a reaction to what I've written about Abby, commenting on what I understand and do not understand, pointing out all the obvious vistas I missed, and making it clear that ultimately the most authoritative voice about Abby is her own. With a painter of Abby's caliber, this would seem to be inalienable. 









7.05.2024


Seattle Star II


 Something else worth seeing to gain entrance into Abby's world.









6.30.2024


Something Solid: Miscellaneous Sonnets: Pride (in the name of love)

 

The buildings are the road, voyage, reason.
The spirit you think is there, in architecture, is there,
along with other spirits, namely, spirits
hewn into coexisting nature, creating a sublime sense of
balance. Apotheosis of coexistences.
The collection of buildings here is resonant— shudders,
palpitates, resonates. Where & how you get touched
is the enchantment variable. It could be Fayette Street (two churches),
City Hall in May, Butler Pike, even the lunar landing
lunacy of Dekalb Pike. The road you travel on is into the cosmos.
This is it— my Philadelphia. The buildings say everything.
What I say now is reason again, to bring us
roundabout— the buildings are the road.
What is really in the cosmos remains the mystery.


***attached image of Calvary Episcopal Church, Fayette Street, Conshohocken***








6.27.2024


Something Solid: Aughts Philly: Feast or Famine in The Seattle Star


Feast or Famine, double sonnet from the Aughts Philly section of Something Solid, in The Seattle Star.

Feast or Famine is also available as an individual mp3 file on PennSound








6.25.2024


A Pit, A Broken Jaw, A Fever

Another keeper on P.F.S. Post from one editor of Rope-a-Dope Press.









6.19.2024


Dance Monkey: Beams: Barefoot Moscato

                                              They had Keats, I am told, in Avalon, Ventnor, Atlantic City,

                                                        now they live in anticipation from June,
                                            waiting (right?), for the king crimson’d, days-of-judgement

                                                          August twenties. Saltwater taffy sells all
                                                   along the Eastern Seaboard. Avalon bungalows

                                                                send signals right to where I am,
                                                        sitting on a porch in Plymouth-Whitemarsh,

                                                      sipping on Barefoot Moscato, an indeterminate
                                                                 wine beverage they reserve for

                                                         the precocious pre-teen crowd in Wildwood,
                                                               who “ah, happy chance” themselves

                                                           into positions of bureaucratic authority,
                                                                     plugged already into Autumn,

                                                   past Keats, who trips clumsily on Moscato bottles,
                                                           urns for this summer: the forever one?

                                                             “Those are some weird questions.”








6.11.2024


Dance Monkey: Apparition Poems


 Still in the process of writing a Beams sequel. The one finished section, as of today: Apparition Poems.