Collaborative works on paper with Jenny Moon Tucker

Past and recent collaborative works on paper with Jenny Moon Tucker

                                                               Prehistorical Horse

                                                           Demon with Barbed Halo

                                                                numerology DusK

                                                         black of the dark ritual

                                                                   a ghosT fLoaTs

                                              nervous systematic boNEs ouT

Birds: Portents wraiths DiVine messengers

Avian Veils

Slower and slower
    spews circling avian wings
a blueness pulsation dusk forever

this be all a veil

Heaven is just a furnace for ghosts.

With my terminal death sentence
    set in statue stone
I confess

        :  He began public education
inside a trapazoid building without windows.

Through crime I learned real hard
    through crime I learned abut trees and birds

Through eternal trespass I learned

Mother Father You

                                                               Bird on a branch

                                                                   Seagull diving

                                                     Rooster in the blueness night

                                                      Black bird in tha Pink Dusk

                                                      Barn Owl Blood REd Dusk

                                                                    Barn Owl

                                                         Blue bird X rayed blueness

                                                           dark blue bird in ritual throe

Vision of the angel bird snared in divine fishing net

Birds are the messengers between this reality and the spiritual realm.  They can reveal illumination or veiled mysteries, even curses.

The works above consist of new work and older work.  A pieces are on 9x12 paper.  Oil pastels, oil paint, pen ink.  All works for sale.  Please contact for prices.

Folklore, Education And The Stasis/Dissipations Of Societies plus a poem in rough draft

Rough draftings of an essay to be expanded---Plus the draft of a poem based on a bit of  Maryland Folklore.

Folklore, Education And The Stasis/Dissipations Of Societies.

The appeal of folklore and regionalism.  That is the old education.  Of the land and that is also the history--The education of the history of the land.  The pertinent educational lyricism of locality.  Locality is where anyone is.

There are intense subtleties and nuances when stating the obvious.  Dangerous even.

I grew up in North Georgia.  The old folkloric Appalachian traditions mostly died out and still dying out in the applications of everyday life to this day.  I was not the better for it.

There is an unsettling abstraction beneath folklore(s).  A haunted truth not spelled out entirely. Eternal proverbs.  Stories---storied

There are things speaking in the woods.  There are things speaking in vacant city lots.  There are things speaking in the old railroad beds.  There are things speaking in the library. There are things in forgotten small towns ---crossroads that ge drunk on morning fog. Sentient things.

I am speaking about the struggle to hold onto a persistence of awareness that grasps a wholeness.  Elusively elusive.

What are the stories any where telling?  Let us denounce a society that denounces mystery.

The Ghost of Peddler's Run

tha ghost is a lantern down that lonely road

tha man ghost hauls something around down upon

that lonesome road--

whole histories happened down thar

and were forgotten

like how cold a winter can beat

till yer bones are bruised

or the Klutzy toothing of lover's gone

shadows are memorized into shadows

and blood bled wet dew on the grass

whilst the moon was almost full

A headless body

wasz found by

Mary Pickett's woods

found by the creek burble

they buried tha body

without tha head

could not find that fucking

head

body got buried neath a giant rock

buncha strangers

3 crows cawed 6 times that

morning

that day like a tombstone

where acid rain

devoured marble

 Ghost of fat

rain always gits

fatter

will eat you

someday

tha how of that matter

--don't matter-- or give a damn

           

your dead will get dead

everything wasz written

down so it could die.

July 19th, 2014 NOTES

                       Image from a larger work on paper by Francis Zander, Jenny Moon Tucker
                        and M Pony Payroll Bones.  Late May/Early June 2014

Below are notes, poetics, aphorisms, bits of folklore, observations, fragments, lyrical lines etc taken from handwritten jottings in a notebook on Saturday July 19th, 2014.  The formless formed.  Something may or may not occur with these notes.  Something already has these are notes. Yes, the formless formed.  Raw, nonlinear, associative, honest ramblings-----

JUly 19th Notes, 2014................

--the problem of mechanisms

-----thee problems of

Mechanisms---

One forgets what the original definition of machine is.

Outdated cultural metaphors chutz it up.  The stand up comedy in purgatory is NOT FUNNY.

barking dogs, motorcycles Revving---Recognition of barely freedom those dirt bike rider kids?

There's a pig in the alley trying to sell me bacon.

squallin Cat. 

Autumn breeze made

a summer tooth loosE

The old clubhouse down the dirt road winding hills...where the local folks would have dances.

The pistol shot

a hole in the banjer

and tha player was not struck

yet took time to feel conviction of this.

One truly understands music if one is put in danger by music in any context.

Hen waller

Breakin tha Cow's

necK

Pissin inside

tha covered bridge

upon midnight

whipstitch

bloody them shoes

Lame donkey dances in the rain

The stranger had

lost his way and

everyone wasz a

stranger and they did not know

so  (they did not KNow they were also strangers.)  The stranger

KneW he wasz a strangeR.

TheY forced me

to be right handed,

                        I suspect

--I'm still from the devil.  I am left

handed.

don't trust a woman

            who hides behind a

man

don't trust a man

who hides behind

a woman

singing usta be as natural as

talking

            breathing---100 yeaRs

ago--

            (and where did this happen you might ask?)

some evil tooK over this countrY--don't

want people ta sing

--         --singing keeps things

honest

fiddle and banjo

come from the devil

THe name of thA

composer was long

f o R G o T T E N

An old insult "HE stood behind the door too long."

Horse apple

Quaker bottom Road

Hamlin's Wizard Oil

William S. Hays wrote "Little Log Cabin in the Lane."

            THis was the first country hit played and sung by

Fiddlin John Carson  ---1923--Old ATL Moonshiner, Patriarch, Roustabout and timeless man of his day.  He knew obligations.  Good bad.  THe burning crimson evening

descendeth over tha PiedmonT.

"Things have changed their

course another way."

an old insult "He didn't know enough to throw rocks at

chickens"

"Nostalgia ain't what it used to be."

Grandmother's dream

He got drunk

and tried to stab tha

river to death.

The river drowned him.

"I had a little chicken/she had a wooden leg."

"If you need a helping hand you'll find it at

the end of your arm."

Below are five

 examples of Pioneer/Appalachian Slang

Jimber Jawed

Cooter around

flustrated

hillside fish

obsquatulate--(to mosey or to abscond)) 

(end)

squirrel draggeR

--rabbit  bomPer

saLacious winds of

ghost tongues--

Conviction or Caprice?

Interrogations proliferated

yet no resolution

            ---that itself is

the resolution- - -

Babble goes the babbling animal(s)

A soul in de

U N D E R WO R L D

            SKELETONIZED with de BONES REARRANGED with CrueLTY

A whistling Crow

and a belching Hen

Death cups accompany

and offers offers

from a burlap sack

            O SiN.

         
      Image from a larger work on paper by Francis Zander, Jenny Moon Tucker

                        and M Pony Payroll Bones.  Late May/Early June 2014