Dear Enigma Ann The ideas of what constitutes ‘enough’ visit my campsite like lightning bugs. I am intrigued and uplifted with the sparks and smoke from the fire. Is more ever enough? It might be getting late to fan the flames. It is deep dark and the starlight may suffice to walk the way home. I am an old man with little poems. Let it be … as you say … enough. … Words Copyright David L White Thank you for visiting and taking some time for your self.
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Poems, Art, Reading, Satire, Occasional Recipes
Sunday, September 15, 2024
Dear Enigma Ann
Saturday, September 14, 2024
gone fishin'
gone fishin’ © white cloud 1979, Austin, Texas handwritten two-sided copy paper This may well be my first reading. And I do not recall capturing to text before either. Note to self … gone fishin’ When sometimes like now, I am getting busy or involved in or out of doors, I hang this sign and my off the hook telephone reiterates ‘gone fishing gone fishing’. Hell is freezing over,* the cows are coming home, walking right across it), famous actors are dead and living in New York, the marriage of Art and Life is getting a divorce and while the end of the world is coming and going, I am going fishing. Been fishing along while, from the long drawn out tales of cave dwellers, the scrawling of Lao Tzu, in Gutenberg‘s wildest dreams, through the declarations of interdependence, decreed on the bazaar walls of Chairman Mao, the great American flyer, a ghost is fading fast. “I’ve noticed live poems dying when I say “let me write that down.“ They go down, sounding better than Rachmaninoff and 20 violins doing the blues with the Southern wind attached at the harmonica like Siamese twins.” … All of us have sat one time or another reading this while clock tick when we could be fishing, fresh track and blood, but no, I in Pavlov’s doggy sideshow, chasing bells and salivating molten Monsanto from a raw meat mouth (Monsanto, an engineering plastic), sit with a chameleon memory, a transparent, lizard that crawl across the face of my past, I can barely see through it, a neon pterodactyl in a carnival day-glow sky, flapping plastic leather wings, and radar blips, fading out of range, leaves me a working man’s hobo, one grade less than a master hobo, drifting from job to job for shit wages, I’d rather be an alcoholic writer. Here, where we find the psilocybin in the shit of our existence, I find my self missing in action while in the archives unrecorded cemetery somewhere or yet in the brain field lay, the poetry, the poetry, the MIA. Red line riding on a low tachometer - depraved I go for days without letting up. It’s raining and I’m drinking beer while on one side of the river or the other where the toxins and poisons enemy camp and pull raids and party and parade through my nervous center cities, all my relatives passing under that big sky, all passing, all going south, somewhere in their blood. All my relatives, travois light and gather there where the stuff is lush and abundant. Five above the limit, … give me a couple guns and a couple cane poles, lay in a stock of hooks and bullets, some gardening seeds and tools, a sail cloth teepee, a round-trip ticket to nowhere and could you wrap that go? If you haven’t left already, then don’t pack, please turn back, don’t talk or make contact, cause nobody will be here. Gone Fishin Poem, to Amy, A. This book is dedicated to going fishing, hunting cow pies, and flying kites. * * Where it says hell is freezing over I am sure I meant to include the other shoe dropping, the fat lady singing, when pigs fly, and any other similar phrases. Thank you for visiting and taking some time for your self.
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Thursday, September 5, 2024
Thank you, Carolyn
A wonderful gal initialed CH at the .com for the auto donation industry at my favorite public radio station in Milwaukee WUWM, went above, beyond and wowed my memory of human potential. This,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ncdd4afvv-w
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Friday, August 16, 2024
Whimsy
I might have called the project DLW: David Loves Whimsy. Perhaps that’s a wormhole into another dimension. However, we were strapped in, on the pad, and the rockets were blazing. Here, dear reader, I say, don’t (DO NOT) put a fork in the toaster. And DO NOT write in this book without FIRST testing your writing instrument for bleed through. File availability. Here’s the PDF of my first ever coloring book.
… Here are all the words in the coloring book. DLW David’s Little Whimsies A Coloring Book for Lois Mom © 2024 David L White Search ‘whimsy” @ GigAHug.com … Dedication This book is dedicated to my dear wife, Pat, of 36 years, who encourages and allows me to continue becoming. To my mother Lois, who read to me when I was an only child - my first three years. To Sally … thanks for asking if a particular art piece was for sale. A simple question can move the mountain. It’s 2024, the 50th anniversary year of my first published book of poems. I’d been wondering if I was going to put another book together. The first book was completely hand lettered. And here, my first coloring book, also done by hand. Surprise! ~~~ A few people have said to me: “I can’t draw.” Laughing, I have replied: “Neither can I!” This little book is more about allowing mystery and inspiration than it is about any definition of art. Be more you. ~~~ Project Notes David’s Little Whimsies “The fullest possible enjoyment is to be found by reducing your ego to zero.” ~ G. K. Chesterton I have found the greatest joy scribbling on scrap paper. I have thought there’s nothing artistic I can do with that. I now reconsider waste and failure. Anyway, here’s this coloring book. I learned to upgrade my doodle paper. And I continue to practice with edges more often. The Blank Page The intimidation factor may seem greater when one insists that there is only one blank page available. “There is nothing to abandon or practice. No meditation or post-meditation. Just this. - Miranda Shaw - The Natural Abiding ~~~ "Nothing happens, until something moves.”~ Albert Einstein“Something obviously moved, Einstein. Everything’s happening.”~ David L WhiteYou there, dear reader, make something move! There are extra pages here at the end. Thank you for visiting and taking some time for your self.
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