I'm Back Baby - Greetings from Bloomington

To quote the great Costanza, "I'm back bab-y!" (of course without food poisoning soldiers), I've fired the site up again. Well settled in south central Indiana, I'm about to embark on the study of prose fiction for my MFA. The race for publication has begun a new as has the always entertaining life of a graduate student. I've traded the Big Sky for the Big Ten, and mountains for glacial hills. But writing and photography continue to abound in this very different personal and public space.
After a summer of watching Ken Burns, baseball, and Anthony Bourdain (oh, and little thing called marriage) the need to push energy out in the form of stories and pictures is growing elephant in the room. In honour of my triumphant return to the midwest, I believe a little well placed Allen Ginsberg is required. Please do check back more often now. I'll be posting more writing and photography more often. I'll try to keep the editoralizing down, but that's a hard thing to do when one writes.


Rising over Night-blackened Detroit Streets
by Allen Ginsberg

brilliant network-lights tentacle dim suburbs
Michigan waters canalled glittering thru city building
blocks
Throne-brain lamps strung downtown, green signals'
concentrate brightness blinking metal prayers & bright
Hare Krishnas
telepathic to Heavenly darkness whence I stare down and
adore O beautiful!
Mankind maker of such contemplate machine! Come
gentle brainwaves
delicate-soft heart-throbs tender as belly butterflies,
light as Sexual charm-penumbras be, of radiant-eyed
boys & girls black-faced & bond that Born believe
Earth-death at hand, or Eden regenerate millennial Green
their destiny under your Human Police Will, O
Masters, fathers, mayors, Senators, Presidents, Bankers &
workers
sweating & weeping ignorant on your own plastic-pain
Maya planet ...
february 15, 1969