1) painting by chilean artist Amaru. aproximately 4’x4’; 2) book of poems by great american beat poet; 3) my grandpa, jose’ de jesus’ padilla torres; 4) california street building from the north, facing dougie’s wonderdurl heaven studo on third floor; 5) en hommage de artistes Ben, Howard Finster, and Frankie Gaard; 6) my other grandpa, edwin stenehjem, who died in 1984 at the age of 104; 7) sculptural installation in dougie front yard, winter’o’12-13; 8) self-portrait with dog, 2012.
another day in the trenches.
1966. College near Chicago. I’m a poet. I can’t stand any of the contemporary poets I can find to read. I discover Gary Snyder in Poetry magazine. My life changes. I have to get his Myths and Texts from the library of congress. Zen beat wilderness wandering wild scholar poet. My hero. Then it was Ginsberg. And Kerouac. And the next thing you know I’m hitchhiking around the country, sleeping under bridges, writing madly and meditating in the woods, Japhy Ryder my hero. Been back to reading the letters of Ginsberg and Snyder these days. They deserve to be heros. Read them. Study their lives and work. Add Michael McClure and Phillip Whalen, and Diane di Prima, and Lew Welch, and Gregory Corso, and all that crew. Roots. We all have roots.
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Lucky Dougie y El Terco @ “Calle Lake” show opening at Augsburg, Friday last. Dementia tag team? Luchadora intelligentsia run amok? Grupo Soap del Corazón wannaabes?
Photo: Mike Hazard.