Saturday, July 30, 2016

Neo-Berkeley Arts






 



A capital of California culture
Follow Le Flaneur
on his aesthetic rambles
around the town






Look out
here comes the burning man




 

His face opaque
and inexplicable





Survival
as a ritual that matters







Oak Tree Paradox




The old stone house




Security is an illusion
Life is always a roll of the dice






Old wicker hope chest
Fiber arts 
at the Arts Passage




Strange disquiet
like a Gothic novel



All along the banks
of the royal canal






Wild Boar
 falls to the hunt
fresh meat for the table







Barefoot youth 
plays his electric cello
downtown





A noble and serious
 young musician



A passer-by was moved
to commence an
 interpretive dance






Sojourner Truthiness





Mail art opening
at ye old Berkleley P. O.





Faced with a certain criticism
I recall the words of Our Lord
Who said, 
Let he who hath not been stoned
Cast the first stone









Yantras
add dimension
to mind






Proverbial one-thousand cranes
sort of a hollow cliche 
by this point





She was practicing clarinet
 her licorice stick in a cloth bag





Peachy summer outfit
for a Berkeley gal



Drive-by Brexit


Are you ready for the country?
because it's time to go




Adieu to the bookshops



Shabby Irish-American pub
Once managed to ditch some
pretentious elitist friends of Boron
by suggesting this place





Skies over beautiful
low-rise Berkland



CCAC looking rural
and unspoiled




 All's well
that ends well


July 2016

Friday, July 29, 2016

Dharma Beach Bum at 64






Prologue






It's a traditional
tatooed Navy town




 I'm over in Alameda
on my birthday





 And it's July twenty-eighth
 my birthday 
same day of the year
 as Marcel Duchamp,
Maybe I'll get a crew-cut




 
Or my very first tattoo



 Considered these options
for like a split-second
and then came to my senses
maybe a escematic stroke,
a trompe l'oeil window
of the mind







Perhaps I'll stay
 with my original design
and wait for the bus
to the beach

















Relaxation was my theme
these image captures 
were incidental









 Rent a kite-board,
keep going






 Just another almost featureless
shallow tide with brilliant sun
and persistent breeze




 .
 I woke from a light nap
and found the gulls had
huddled around me,
they recognize peace





 The marks left by
time and the hand of man






 Just a pleasant 
low-key location




 For the young 
and for the old





 A visual cry



 I'll remember you 
great tree 
then eventually I'll will forget





 All summer long
we've stayed quite cool
while a heat dome 
torments the nation





 All along the telegraph
the wind chips away at us







 A day of indeterminate size
having taken shape,
grace indeed came falling







 When I came in 
this was waiting



For the person across the hall
 but not for me,
No diggity mylar anyway





 

 I'm fine with the flag I flew








 Nativity over,
just another day
after all



Everyday Dharma






28 July 2016