tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39635698958551204042024-02-01T23:37:29.108-08:00Walt CurtisDusty Santamaria & Aimee Bevellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967264631284954081noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-64778642960761249232012-06-20T15:20:00.001-07:002012-06-20T15:20:33.554-07:00Dill Pickle Club<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/38574569" width="400" height="240" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe> <p><a href="http://vimeo.com/38574569">Two Minutes With Walt Curtis</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/dillpickleclub">dill pickle club</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-38853270157381763522012-06-20T15:15:00.002-07:002012-06-20T15:17:56.494-07:00More videosHere are some more videos of me spouting off:<br />
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<br /><br />Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-43365182975933088092012-04-05T08:38:00.001-07:002012-06-20T15:17:18.490-07:00The Naked Poet<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FcZqfQ7EvXY" width="400"></iframe>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-67839480686161059342012-02-29T18:27:00.001-08:002012-02-29T18:29:20.227-08:00Walt Curtis at Pacific NW College of Art<span style="font-weight: bold;">Walt Curtis at Pacific NW College of Art</span>, Feb 22, 2012:<br /><div align="center"><br /><object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629485568049%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629485568049%2F&set_id=72157629485568049&jump_to="> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629485568049%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629485568049%2F&set_id=72157629485568049&jump_to=" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><br /></div>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-69135506258078235392012-02-29T18:04:00.000-08:002012-02-29T18:05:07.208-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mala Noche in Mexico</span> (slide show).<br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><object height="300" width="400"> <param name="flashvars" value="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629120852698%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629120852698%2F&set_id=72157629120852698&jump_to="> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=109615" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="offsite=true&lang=en-us&page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629120852698%2Fshow%2F&page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fsamchurchill%2Fsets%2F72157629120852698%2F&set_id=72157629120852698&jump_to=" height="300" width="400"></embed></object><br /></div>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-41836187858860355702011-12-14T11:07:00.000-08:002011-12-14T11:09:28.304-08:00Day of the Dead<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi4UQG6-655ADYwGv_iik9ziCA1aVoSWknxBjyVBAusHqWiumSL0IKJNqmn34HcH60Y_axziv4YWErAEjjVS5CCcBSehjQ51Yh4F7aA6pykokUnyWR0JF5WivrPLTyfbEmfAKONjOr_0Q/s1600/Walt+los+santos.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOs0svMULlADNvYfyKQkXX7xdJAnCu6Czd91osG6jPd5FIR1xzx6BcZAc5pHVYyPij_dFF6u3rxIgs6QR5JdSKfAQoS8bHQA3vV6H6aOiOB4MthdYQ5OGMT0W6zeSclo-AFys2y0Xjh3w/s320/walt-curtis-posterlarge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488651616790139794" border="0" /></a>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-47852086217986889992010-06-30T12:26:00.001-07:002010-06-30T12:28:55.653-07:00By Mayoral Proclamation - It's Walt Curtis Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZaC8w9MzxUn9Q7nPHVQWmc8uUIVWNFHeHTBqowkO2VGnJenJ8DDfKJko4T-F9-K-AaFFYuctK_mkfk_aBh3NxGf_RSalVknbVyyMEVuidH3YM0LgeDrK7ULWBd5tnPC9yA3wEhZ1NJE/s1600/Walt+Curtis+Week.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZaC8w9MzxUn9Q7nPHVQWmc8uUIVWNFHeHTBqowkO2VGnJenJ8DDfKJko4T-F9-K-AaFFYuctK_mkfk_aBh3NxGf_RSalVknbVyyMEVuidH3YM0LgeDrK7ULWBd5tnPC9yA3wEhZ1NJE/s320/Walt+Curtis+Week.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488650820953291554" border="0" /></a>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-82730163827712559662010-02-18T14:36:00.000-08:002010-02-18T15:05:27.858-08:00Big FootSasquatch, when you come over the mountain<br />I will be going the other way.<br /><br />Big Foot, your foot is so big<br />they will have to send away special<br />to a mail-order house in Chicago<br />just to fit you for civilization.<br /><br />When you come over the mountain<br />perhaps we will know our hairiest dreams of nature,<br />outlawed chickens come home to roost.<br /><br />Won't "it" steal a white woman, rancher's wife,<br />and take her home to the gloomy inhuman glen?<br /><br />Oh no, you only want to be alone left, unspoiled<br />in the wilderness, your furry ear listening to a rock<br />for the first sounds of love.<br /><br />An introverted King Kong,<br />you only want to roam the mountain forests unmolested,<br />but man the spoiler, the naked ape,<br />seeks his mythic image a missing link.<br /><br />Big Foot, if they should catch you<br />I would like to be the first to buy you<br />an extra large pair of bedroom slippers or galoshes.<br />Of course, the shoe salesman will shoot on sight.<br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">This is a favorite poem of mine. It's been misprinted twice! Once in Prescott</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">St. Press. I loved Vi Gale, now deceased. However she didn't like the last<br />which read</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">" the shoe salesman will shit or shoot on sight." I prefer this PG version. <br /><br />Walt</span><br /><br /> *Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-50859827071482889962009-05-07T13:33:00.000-07:002009-06-22T10:55:52.791-07:00Salmon Poet<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7smVJBrtgXAtXsD2ykdT8weU6-sZDrpeyN8q1-UeewcrmZVFsTofoB52m_zg091IpKp3ieh1VgorwPifTcbtWFztTwmd2DTqvrw4YmFDm7txD9nkhonz-Xg-RcxmcsYiyxkNUqXx8uk/s1600-h/F1010014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7smVJBrtgXAtXsD2ykdT8weU6-sZDrpeyN8q1-UeewcrmZVFsTofoB52m_zg091IpKp3ieh1VgorwPifTcbtWFztTwmd2DTqvrw4YmFDm7txD9nkhonz-Xg-RcxmcsYiyxkNUqXx8uk/s320/F1010014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334527884927170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sabrina Guitart is a documentary filmmaker, traveller, and poet from Barcelona. In close collaboration with Walt she has been producing an evocation of the spiritual journey of the salmon, the relationship of humans to Mother Earth, and the natural landscape of Oregon.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChxSt0zpj8k&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ChxSt0zpj8k&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong>Salmon Poet</strong></em><strong> will screen at 3:00 on May 10 at the Oregon Sesquicentennial Film Festival at Marylhurst University. Admission is free.<br /></strong></p>Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-39004940777993795422008-12-08T14:44:00.000-08:002009-05-07T13:58:30.115-07:00A Partial Bibliography of Walt's Poetry and Work<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWROhW4QF2uMt2-Eyie6o5szhs2CJ2zHD05ARyXegTqNdhRhdO1FydBFnMBwKUoCgx6OFYkoY9azJiRYNWEQnuipNOvGKVdfagyJtQdIYaa7f9BPqWFEP03g1Ui5uaC4oJ_1vUpDc_no/s1600-h/walt4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWROhW4QF2uMt2-Eyie6o5szhs2CJ2zHD05ARyXegTqNdhRhdO1FydBFnMBwKUoCgx6OFYkoY9azJiRYNWEQnuipNOvGKVdfagyJtQdIYaa7f9BPqWFEP03g1Ui5uaC4oJ_1vUpDc_no/s320/walt4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277562621243689458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Angel Pussy and Other Urban American Poems<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by CLAP, 1970<br />20 pages<br /><br />The Erotic Flying Machine: Poems<br />By Walt Curtis, Frank Poliat,<br />Illustrated by Frank Poliat<br />Published by Out of the Ashes Press, 1971<br />ISBN 0912874023, 9780912874029<br />80 pages<br /><br />Wauregon: Or, Beautiful Water<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Nail Press, 1974<br />31 pages<br /><br />Mad Bombers Notebook, Or, A Ekology Handbook: A Story<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Hoodoo Times/Out of the Ashes Press, 1974<br />30 pages<br /><br />The Roses of Portland<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Hoodoo Times, 1974<br />44 pages<br /><br />The Sunflower: And Other Earth Poems<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Hoodoo Times/OutoftheAshes Press, 1975<br />56 pages<br /><br />Meditation at High Rocks on the Clackamas River<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Lightfoot Press, 1976 (Broadside)<br /><br />The Mad Poems, the Unreasonable Ones<br />By Walt Curtis, Out of the Ashes Press<br />Published by OOTAP, 1976<br /><br />Mala Noche, Or, If You Coger with the Bull You Get the Horn: A Story<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Out of the Ashes Press, 1977<br />50 pages<br /><br />Peckerneck Country: The Selected Poems of Walt Curtis.<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Mr. Cogito Press, 1978<br />50 pages<br /><br />Journey Across America<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Out of the Ashes Press, 1979<br />88 pages<br /><br />Za-zen for Marino<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by W. Curtis, 1989<br /><br />The Book of the Red Devil<br />By Walt Curtis, Out of the Ashes Press<br />Published by Out of the Ashes Press, 1992<br /><br />My Pillow Book of Fruit & Vegetables, Etc.: The Feast of Life<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by W. Curtis, 1993<br /><br />Salmon Song, and Other Wet Poems<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by 26 Books, 1995<br /><br />Walt Curtis: A Brief Autobiography in the Form of the Poem : Olympia, Birthplace of Illusion.<br />By Walt Curtis, NYMPH & SATYR (Firm<br />Published by NYMPH&SATYR, 1996<br /><br />Mala Noche<br />By Walt Curtis, Gus Van Sant, BridgeCity Books (Firm)<br />Published by BridgeCity Books, 1997<br />ISBN 0962368342, 9780962368349<br />221 pages<br /><br />Rhymes for Alice Bluelight<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by Distributed by Small Press Distribution, 1999<br />ISBN 0899240402, 9780899240404<br />66 pages<br /><br />Medusa's Love<br />By Walt Curtis, Out of the Ashes Press<br />Published by Out of the Ashes, 2001<br />68 pages<br /><br />Peckerneck Country: The Selected Poems<br />By Walt Curtis<br />Published by W. Curtis, 2002<br />Originally published as Mr. Cogito, Volume IV No. 2, Fall 1978, Special Issue.<br /><br />The Land of Ch'i<br />By Walt Curtis, Out of the Ashes Press<br />Published by Out of the Ashes Press, 2005<br /><br />_____________________________<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Translations</span><br /><br /><br />Mala noche ou Qui déconne avec le taureau se prend la corne<br />By Walt Curtis, Daniel Bismuth, Gus Van Sant<br />Published by Hachette littératures, 2003<br />ISBN 2012356915, 9782012356917<br /><br />Notte maledetta<br />By Walt Curtis, Gus Van Sant<br />Published by Newton Compton, 2007<br />ISBN 885410762X, 9788854107625<br />288 pages<br /><br />_____________________________<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Included in or involved with the following.</span><br /><br />Evergreen Review<br />Published by Grove Press, 1967<br />Item notes: v.11:45-50 1967<br /><br />Local Earth 1971<br />Curtis, Walt et al<br />(Need to check details)<br /><br />Spit in the Ocean volume 1: Old in the Streets<br />By Ken Kesey<br />Published by Intrepid Trips Information Service, 1974<br /><br />Spit in the Ocean 2:<br />Published by Intrepid Trips Information Service., 1976<br /><br />The Son of the Male Muse: New Gay Poetry<br />By Ronald L. Dobrin, Ian Young<br />Contributor Ian Young<br />Published by Crossing Press, 1983<br />ISBN 0895941198, 9780895941190<br />192 pages<br /><br />Columbus Names the Flowers: Mr. Cogito's 12 Year Anthology<br />By Robert A. Davies, John M. Gogol, Gregg Lambert<br />Contributor John M. Gogol<br />Published by Mr. Cogito Press, 1985<br />ISBN 0932191045, 9780932191045<br /><br />A New Geography of Poets<br />By Edward Field, Gerald Locklin, Charles Stetler<br />Compiled by Edward Field<br />Published by University of Arkansas Press, 1992<br />ISBN 1557282412, 9781557282415<br />324 pages<br /><br />From Here We Speak: An Anthology of Oregon Poetry<br />Edited by Primus St. John and Ingrid Wendt<br />Oregon State University Press 1993<br />Part V. Contemporary Voices: Arriving and Leaving Here--1960-1991<br />ISBN 0-87071-375-2<br /><br />Copia<br />By Casey Kwang,<br />Introduction by Walt Curtis<br />Published by Pinball Pub, 2002<br />ISBN 0972192603, 9780972192606<br />81 pages<br /><br />The country boy: the story of his own early life<br />By Homer Davenport<br />Introduction by Walt Curtis<br />Published by Powells Press, 2002<br /><br />Spit in the Ocean 7: All about Kesey<br />By Ed McClanahan, Larry McMurtry<br />Contributor Ed McClanahan, Gus Van Sant, Larry McMurtry<br />Published by Penguin Books, 2003<br />ISBN 0142003638, 9780142003633<br />244 pages<br /><br />The Columbia: America's Great Highway<br />By Samuel C. Lancaster<br />Foreword by Walt Curtis<br />Schiffer Publishing, 2004<br />ISBN: 0764320033<br /><br />Reading Portland: The City in Prose<br />Edited by John Trumbold and Peter Donahue<br />Oregon Historical Society Press in Association with the University of Washington Press, 2006<br />(includes a section of Mala Noche)<br /><br />Citadel of the Spirit: Oregon's Sesquicentennial Anthology<br />Edited by Matt Love<br />Nestucca Spit Press, 2009<br />(essay - Cosmic Spawning)<br /><br />_____________________________<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Periodicals</span><br /><br />Mississippi Mud<br />by Weinstein, Joel (Editor)<br />Walt's poetry, and his original publication of Mala Noche, was in various issues.<br /><br />Mr. Cogito<br />by Davies, And John M. Gogol, Editors<br />(Walt's poetry and translations of Neruda are in various issues)<br /><br />Portland Review<br />Edited by Trelawny, Victor<br />Vol. 22, 1976: Poetry, Prose, Drawings<br />(need to check details)<br /><br />Clinton Street Quarterly<br />Edited by David Milholland<br />Numerous Articles<br />John Reed, Hazel Hall, Crater Lake, Apple Picking, Pendleton Roundup<br />(need to check details)<br /><br />So & So<br />Artist's Periodical<br />John Marron, Berkeley, CA. Fall 1978.<br /><br />Barca Lounge<br />BarcaLounge Press<br />Edited by Stephanie Vovas, Donovan Whittemore<br />(May 4, 1995 - August 1996)<br />(need to check details)<br /><br />eye~rhyme<br />Roses are Red: An All-Portland Issue<br />Pinball Publishing, 2004<br />Issue 7<br />Interview<br /><br /><br />_____________________________<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Film</span><br /><br />American Ferris Wheel 1972<br />Directed by Bill Bowling<br />Walt reading his Poetry at the Rose Festival, Portland, OR, 1972<br /><br />Property 1977<br />Directed by Penny Allen<br />with Walt as Poet<br /><br />Paydirt 1979<br />Directed by Penny Allen<br />Playing a farmer<br /><br />Mala Noche 1985<br />Directed by Gus Van Sant<br />Based on the book by Walt Curtis<br /><br />Peckerneck Poet 1997<br />Directed by Bill Plympton (although Walt says "I choreographed everything, Bill just went along with it.")<br />Documentary and satire<br /><br />Salmon Poet 2009<br />Directed by Sabrina Guitart<br /><br />Any corrections or editions are gladly appreciated.Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-44476873770684751202008-06-04T00:36:00.000-07:002008-06-04T00:39:41.839-07:00SAUVIE ISLAND IN LATE NOVEMBER<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHxGji8Ho9E&hl=en&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XHxGji8Ho9E&hl=en&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><span class="nfakPe"><br /><br /><br /><br />SAUVIE</span> ISLAND IN LATE NOVEMBER,<br />The Teeth of The Dead Eat Soil<br /><br />The slightly asymmetrical mound<br />of whiteness and purity<br />is the feminine mystique<br />of Mt. St. Helens,<br /><br />a snowy mountain, veiled<br /> in ephemeral blue shadows<br />and layers of blue hills below.<br /><br /> Along the frost crest<br />of the Cascades, a male<br />chiseled and gouged Mt. Hood<br /> like a white rooster's comb<br />and beak sharpens and crows.<br /><br /> All the colors of winter,<br />sere and dun, eerie<br /> yellows and rusty golds,<br /> the wet brown earth<br />and tan grasses fallen down<br /> in the fields,<br /><br />are a painter's landscape<br />of mirrored canals, houseboats<br /> gray cloudy skies<br /> and sun like a watery eye,<br />whipped by the wind, now still.<br /><br />This time hesitates between storms,<br /> baby blue and foggy grey.<br />I swear there are moments in your life<br /> which are transcendent,<br />you know more than anyone else<br /> about the beauty of the earthscape.<br /><br />I do. Golden pumpkins disced<br />into the brown wet farm soil;<br />plagues of smallpox and influenza<br />slaughtered the Indians<br /> of this flat island<br />a hundred and fifty years ago.<br /><br /><br />Their skulls molder in the calm ground,<br />as a field crowds with hundreds<br />of black and gray Canadian honkers,<br /> feeding in their flight south.<br /><br /> I saw a white heron<br /> and a blue heron<br /> looking at each other,<br /> in short green cropped field,<br />as my car rolled on the elevated road<br />next to the canal, a coffin on wheels.<br /><br />Rusty barges, houseboats,<br /> mirrored water, Fazio Farm,<br /> electrical transmission station<br /> the car and I, rock-and-roll<br /> and this tranquil day<br /><br />are on a aesthetic mission,<br />called man escaping the limitations<br /> of flesh and bones aging. I cry,<br />Out! Step out of the car to pee.<br /><br />The smell of earth, dampness<br />and wet leaves, assails my nose.<br />Brown puddles, and gravel,<br />cottonwood trees and piss. For Chrissake,<br />the guitars wail from the squawkbox.<br /><br /> I want to commit<br /> a benign annihilation of seeking<br />I think I'll smoke a joint. No,<br />I won't. I think I''ll drive on<br /> down the rutted road<br />and get a better look at mystical Mt.<br /><br /> I turn the corner<br /> and for Chrissake, duck hunters!<br /> Campers, old men shooting the breeze<br /> waiting to shoot our fine<br /> feathered friends.<br /> Damn, a world made violent,<br /> by campers and shotguns.<br /><br />Put the double barrel to your neck,<br />pull the trigger and wake up!<br />You dumbies should be<br />down on your knees in the mud<br />praying for moments of transcendence -----<br /><br /> a line of geese angling<br /> past the whit mound of Venus,<br /> like angels on their way<br />to the paradise of an empty pond.<br />A gray bra cup of shadow<br />has been placed on <span style="text-decoration: underline;">she</span> St. Helens.<br /> <br /> I am a Jersey cow,<br /> a flock of honkers,<br /> the red horse with white blaze<br /> on its face,<br /> chiseled Mt. Hood in icy light,<br />and an armada of feathered beings<br /> alighting on the lake<br />outside the range of human guns.<br /><br />A man is a gun, a bird is a saint,<br />the white moon in the afternoon is the eye<br /> of cosmic consciousness,<br /> overseeing all.<br /><br /> When you die, you expire<br /> in the other's arms,<br /> as when you come to love.<br /><br />Nov. 27, 1979<br />Walt Curtis.Walt Curtis (503) 960-1765http://www.blogger.com/profile/16655048408125530070noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-50823245515241718312007-02-27T20:21:00.000-08:002007-02-27T21:21:41.114-08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTtXMPozHGRX5Fyc8PSrTQL9JBqsCQBOU-NeXxkKZk_oQ5wirgax5pSoHTw74HFhdnpPt9LwiX8V3bB35Bb4atxFKHHjRwaxwhbRX5myLxrPaC7LaNNcdx5u0eAAZNGJCz5JoeSuKfHRg/s1600-h/walt+at+sauvie+island.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiTtXMPozHGRX5Fyc8PSrTQL9JBqsCQBOU-NeXxkKZk_oQ5wirgax5pSoHTw74HFhdnpPt9LwiX8V3bB35Bb4atxFKHHjRwaxwhbRX5myLxrPaC7LaNNcdx5u0eAAZNGJCz5JoeSuKfHRg/s400/walt+at+sauvie+island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036448288915733570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">The Harvest</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"> </span><br /></div>Orange tomatoes from green vines,<br />ripened by the sun. The dirt<br />grows everything. Mangy<br />bug-eaten leaves of cabbage<br />nearly blue around a strong root.<br />The sunflowers, yellow pollen,<br />the dust of the sun, liquid<br />running crystal drops. Peaches<br />which were hard green fuzz balls<br />become possibly the most gorgeous<br />objects of the harvest -- crimson<br />and spotted gold, merging<br />in the most vital colors of life.<br />Oh fever and savor of fruit.<br />After days of constipation,<br />the old man, in the bed<br />with cancer, has shat his pants<br />but he feels better. As I offer<br />him one of his sun-ripened peaches,<br />the harvest begins in earnest.<br />Oh fever and savor of flesh.<br />Flesh and fruit each have a season.<br /> <br /> Aug. 21, 77Dusty Santamaria & Aimee Bevellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967264631284954081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963569895855120404.post-5987049816829895992007-02-02T22:48:00.000-08:002007-02-27T21:22:36.293-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUBZ7Ykq02dZYYGb07Us5Az8VQyxd1JqONhV1yhQkiJYiA52K7Zlp677G-P8jV3bXG0g9tGit0tvyj9furTPYvjM4jhpmVLBxbBEHBZn1ZwoAipRgRxW-bRgTdxmkMdRyap1YCoSgD92_/s1600-h/329927728_4f9c41570d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUBZ7Ykq02dZYYGb07Us5Az8VQyxd1JqONhV1yhQkiJYiA52K7Zlp677G-P8jV3bXG0g9tGit0tvyj9furTPYvjM4jhpmVLBxbBEHBZn1ZwoAipRgRxW-bRgTdxmkMdRyap1YCoSgD92_/s400/329927728_4f9c41570d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027196717406986850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Phoenix</span><br /><br />When I die like an aborted rabbit<br />burn what remains in white-hot flame.<br />My soul, like a love-smitten phoenix,<br />will fly upward in the melancholy blue<br />and find a home calm and devoid of dew.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" ><br />After Kabir</span><br /><br />The Guest is the one you meet<br />and fall in love with<br />along the Way. The Guest<br />is you yourself who<br />you invite into your own house.<br />The law of Life is that<br />we're all guests passing through,<br />so be hospitable to your own Soul.Dusty Santamaria & Aimee Bevellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06967264631284954081noreply@blogger.com0