Travels, Tattoos, & Traumas by Robert Gibbons As if travel & imagined fixed destinations were cures for these dissatisfactions, the World suddenly offered up three Central American immigrant fugitives straddling railroad tracks that run at a bad angle through the City, each carrying heavy green plastic bags balanced Old-World style, talking & brave, even as [...]
Tagged Robert Gibbons“Now let me take a trip down memory lane” A discussion of sampling in rap By Morten Stinus Kristensen Hip-hop music, or rap, has always been a place where originality was reshaped, rethought and redefined. With innovative lyrics and music based on samples from songs previously published by other artists, rap is a paradox: do [...]
Poetry & Truth Those mean texts worthy to traverse through tough sledding. I said to her, when she spared enough Time to walk the Eastern Shore, to ungrapple herself long enough from her own course, the graphs & texts, as we looked over & saw the young punks sprawled out on the grass, smoking, lonely, wanting knowledge [...]
Tagged Robert GibbonsSenses Rising Upward Upward flies our sense; thus it is a parable of our body, a parable of elevation. – Nietzsche Yellow-shafted flicker darts across my line of vision from thorn tree to cliff ledge animating crown of rock face. Cold February day sighting a bird not seen in years. Possibly resorting to those indigestible [...]
Tagged Robert GibbonsParis Without End, the Novel Some call this shadow I’m Brailing walls in Paris down rue Jacob night, having satisfied both cultural & sexual curiosity, within visual pulse of the neon deus ex machinas, reptilian instincts keen to the jazz dizzying dervishing whirlwind Id. Again, limestone weight of Time coupled with glass desublimation of the [...]
Tagged Robert GibbonsBastille Day in America Swung toward work enclosures today as I ironed my linen shirt, a shirt one doesn’t wear to work, say, leather factory with its massive dyeing wheels & dryer belts, or soon enough fish with its saws could cut a man’s arm up to here; then meat, where the difference in temperature [...]
Tagged Robert GibbonsMy Friends & I It was a regal dove I caught sight of on the limb of a small oak, huge in the throat, calling his mate in his monogamous mourning, but causing a ruckus among the other birds fluttering around trying to mimic his masterful intonation. Ledge stones chimed in, & the Cape Brindisi, [...]
Tagged Add new tag, Robert GibbonsEverlasting Celestial & Terrestrial Dynamics I. We’re steps from the ocean: 150 for her, 142 for moi. Woke less than two hours into summer digging the energy all around earth & universe. Turned the light on at 3:40 in the morning & opened a notebook that seemed exactly ten-years old, what with all the paraphernalia [...]
Tagged poetry blogging, Robert GibbonsFace the World Kind, at three dollars a bottle wine I pick up three bottles of here in Portland, while in NYC that fine 2007 Joel Gott Zinfandel cost seven Times that, & for good reason. Kathleen’s favs at the Bacon show were the accessible Study for Portrait of Van Gogh VI & late 1988 [...]
Tagged Robert GibbonsMy Notebook by Robert Gibbons Got my notebook from København, an almost mystic writing pad welcoming words down as if knowing from whence it traveled across continent across ocean across like-minded minds, to be thought of so at the museum there before the Ernst, say, or the Man Ray, the Moleskin is the legendary notebook [...]
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