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26. for a minute i lost myself

What can I say? More Moleskine madness.

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27. Poeta de Colombia y Wisconsin


Maurice Kilwein Guevara and Poema

Gente: About two weeks ago I was fortunate enough to read for Paul Martinez Pompa (Pepper Spray/Momotombo Press) at Triton College in River Grovee, IL. I was paired with Maurice, and loved his sly, insightful, lyrical, muscular writing. Below is a brief description of who Maurice is, and below that, samples of the poetry that made me laugh and stirred my soul.

BIO:

Maurice Kilwein Guevara was born in Belencito, Colombia in 1961 and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He is Professor of English at the University of Wisconsin—Milwaukee, where he teaches in the MA and PhD Programs in Creative Writing as well as in the Latino Studies Program. Previously, he has taught at Vermont College, Indiana University of Pennsylvania, Universidad de las Américas (Mexico), and Universidad del Norte and Universidad Javeriana (Colombia).

His first book of poetry, entitled Postmortem (U. of GA Press), won the National Contemporary Poetry Series Competition and was published in 1994. His second volume, Poems of the River Spirit, was published in the Pitt Poetry Series in 1996. Autobiography of So-and-so: Poems in Prose came out in 2001 with New Issues Press. POEMA, his fourth collection, was released in 2009 by the University of Arizona Press.

A dynamic presenter of his own work, Kilwein Guevara has given poetry performances and workshops in Mexico, Colombia, Costa Rica, Spain, Cuba and throughout the United States. His work has appeared in Poetry, Parnassus, Ploughshares, Exquisite Corpse, Kenyon Review, TriQuarterly, and The Journal of the American Medical Association. His poetry has been anthologized in Touching the Fire: Fifteen Poets of Today’s Latino Renaissance (Anchor/Doubleday), American Poetry: the Next Generation (Carnegie Mellon University Press), The New American Poets: a Bread Loaf Anthology (U. Press of New England), and No Boundaries: Prose Poems by 24 American Poets (Tupelo Press), among others.

In 2009, he will be a Senior Research Grantee with La Comisión Fulbright en Ecuador, doing background research for a novel and a play. .He has served on the Board of Directors of the Association of Writers and Writing Programs (AWP) and was the first Latino to be elected as its President. He is married to the poet Janet Jennerjohn; they have two sons and live in Milwaukee.

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Hector the Colombian Who Butchered the Hair of Juan Ramón


You don’t know him? Oh, I figured cause he’s Colombian too.
I don’t get my hair cut from him no more. Used to.
Used to sit down with him in his shop over on
Lincoln Avenue, and he cut my hair, I guess he cut my hair
like maybe twenty twenty-five times, you know for least ten years,
y fueron cortes de pelo de calidad buena.
See the thing is Hector the Colombian he can bullshit so much
you need waders after a while, him talking about his village in the Andes,
and his mother who wears a crown of thorns cause she’s a
super-duper Catholic lady and sees angels in the Tupperware,
and his bother that’s a narcoleptic mechanic, and his six sisters in Colombia who is so beautiful they still ain’t married, and he says that’s the difference between Colombia and every other country in the planet is how beautiful the Colombian women is, etcetera. But the last time I got my hair cut by Hector he looked terrible like he ain’t slept in a week, and I can smell the aguardiente through the cheap cologne and gold chains. Snip snip clip clip he starts up again on how perfect like an emerald ripped out of the belly of the mountain the Colombian women is clip clip. Now he starts crying saying God the Almighty and/or Jesus Christ and even the Holy Mother is jealous of Colombia because the Colombian women is so beautiful like gold shimmering in the sunshine, and God’s jealousy is the reason why Colombia has earthquakes and mudslides and more blood than a butcher shop clip clip clip when out of the blue he says Who am I kidding? She left me porque yo soy un verdadero pendejo and I drink too much and I’m a mess and a bad person clip clip, and I start feeling the hot tears falling on my head and neck drip clip, and I give a quick peek at the mirror and it’s a mess. He’s fucking up big time, cutting big ugly bald shapes into my scalp like I got a dog disease, and it’s all uneven clip drip with drops of blood. The problem, Juan Ramón, is I am afraid I am too democratic and love all the women equal, but for some reason they don’t feel the same way about democracy as I do clip clip. But I say, Hector look man my head’s all fucked up, chingado, you fucked up my head man check it out, and he wipes his eyes, puts the scissors and comb down by his side, and I say I ain’t paying for that shit. That’s a shit-job you done, and he says in a low, empty voice: You’re right, Juan Ramón. You look the way I feel. This one is on me, totalmente gratis.




Poema cubano con cara vieja

La red
Pared
Pared
La red
Poema cubano
Con cara café
Face note
Net of creases
Come come
Comes
Comes out
Crops up
A stogie
Sprouts
A brown stump
Faces out
Pores
Cinnamon
Time-net a brown face
Pores
Becomes
De la pared
Un puro
Comes out
A brown face
Crops up
Out of the white
Outcomes
Out of the white plaster
A leathered rolling
Cheekbones slope of forehead
Looks down
And comes a brown face
You
A brown face comes out of the white
You
Out of the wall
Brown pores
A galaxy
Damp old puro
Eyes hooded
Looking down
A brown face comes out of the white plaster, stump of puro in his mouth

POEMA, University of Arizona Press (2009) 978-0-8165-2725-

Lisa Alvarado

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28. all the things that you've seen will slowly fade away

As I slip into another of those mega drawings it seems like a good time to, once again, do a step by step post.

This drawing has been in my mind for some time. So, let me take you to a place where I go.
I'm not exactly sure where it's heading, but it's where nobody knows if it's night or day.
So stick with me, but, please, don't put your life in my hands.
I'll just throw it all away.
Take that look from off your face. No, I haven't been smoking crack, again.
It's just THIS SONG has been playing in my head ALL day long.

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29. climb onto your seahorse

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The obsessional part of me knows no bounds. I first did a drawing like this for the MoleyX project. Those little Japanese Moleskines are so tiny, I knew I wanted to revisit this subject because I needed more room to put the notes in. I felt I needed to explain where granny had gotten her jewellery from. So, revisit I did, both in a brand new Moley and on an A4 sketchbook. I abandoned the sketchbook halfway through and kept going with this. I now realise what this drawing actually needs. And, that's an A3 page. So, yeah, one day, in the future, I'll be revisiting it again. On A3!

I hope you can read the notes, they are very tiny. It's almost like a mouse has written them.

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30. Valentine’s Day Love Fest

I love my clients. I love my readers. I love art. valentine-art-pattern

I must be crazy with all this love, because I decided to create and post some downloadable Valentine’s Day art so the love can be shared. Here’s what I’m practically giving away:

FREE greeting card templates

Yep, totally free and ready for you to create your card. I’ve included an Adobe Illustrator file, an EPS file, and even a Microsoft Word document. Whether or not you have super special graphics software, you should be able to print your own Valentines on plain ol’ 8 1/2″ x 11″ paper. It’s an easy ZIP file download, right here.

Valentine Art Collection - limited time only!

I can’t believe I’m doing this, but love is a blinding force. I created a collection of four original pieces of Valentine-themed art. A collection like this is worth hundreds, but I am just about giving it away for… $1.50. I told you I was crazy. Pocket change gets you the entire collection of high-res image files that you can plug into just about any graphics software or even a word processing app. Make your own cards or shirts, post it on your blog, use it for a Valentine-themed Twitter background.

This is for a limited time only. After that very special day of love (February 14), I’m taking the art down and it will be used in the gift industry. Then you’ll have to go to store and buy it like the rest of us mortals (details on the limited-use license are on the site).

Be happy, be free, be creative, and please take advantage of this amazing art sale!

I’ve set things up so it’s super easy to get everything on my site. There’s even a handy little PayPal button for your convenience. Of course, the greeting card templates are free and you can find them in the same place.

Happy Valentine’s Day! As always, I love to hear from you about how you used the art. In fact, let’s have a little contest, shall we?

The best use of the downloaded art gets their money back. Just e-mail me with what you did and I’ll open my heart for judging.

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31. one week like this a year'd see me right

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Phew. PHEW. I'm back. I've had a wonderful, full on, couple of weeks. Full of music and laughter and wine. And fun, of course. Over the next week or so I'll try and get back to all the emails, comments, messages etc that I've received recently. Right now, I'm exhausted, after a long long drive.

Here's a little something I've been working on for approximately three months. Not a solid three months. I've been working on it bit by bit. Off and on. More off than on, I might add. It's a tribute to my best buddy. Thanks for a great time, ducky. Long may you run.

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32. short, short poems

An Anthology of Short, Short PoemsEdited by William ColeMacmillan Company 1967Sometimes what you want from a poem is short. Brevity the soul of wit and all. This compact little book collects over 250 poems that fit the bill, collected thematically, each chapter heading a line pulled from one of the poems. You get chapter titles like "Here dead lie we..." and "...into the daily accident."All of

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33. one day it'll all make sense

Nearly there folks. I've nearly finished the children's book drawings that have been taking up all my time over the last couple of weeks. I'll tell you more about it in my next post and then, I promise, back to 'normal' drawing and posting.

Oh, yeah, and this is a collection of hat pins that I found cluttering up the old dusty attic. The old dusty attic in my head.

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34. there's something happening here

As I said in the last post, I've been moonlighting over at our MoleyX group recently. Whilst I'm loving this project hugely there is one downside. You cannot post your drawings when you've finished them, you must wait until the next person in the chain has received the sketchbook.

I find that quite frustrating. The waiting to post. I was the kind of kid that would go hunting the house for hidden Christmas presents when there was nobody at home. I WILL open early birthday pressies. And then stick all the wrapping paper neatly back together if need be. So, what I'm saying is, this part of the project is testing for me.

This is my contribution to Juj's Moley. In my opinion, these little Moleskines don't seem to scan that well. They usually look better in photos. Luckily, I love messing around with the camera. Unluckily, I end up having to try to pick the best shots from about 80 snaps. I am not exaggerating. Even now, just as I'm about to click on 'Publish Post', I'm still undecided as to whether I've chosen the right ones. I'm rubbish at making decisions. But, hey, that's another song.

Anyway, you can see the full set of photos HERE or visit our MoleyX blog HERE. You decide.

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35. in the dead of night

This was going to be a quick simple drawing of all my black shoes. Quick. Simple. My arse.

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36. remember how we started

I just wanted to draw today. Draw anything. I put one letter, or maybe a number, on the page and then went with it. It was the number 3. I like to draw like that. It's almost as though you don't have any control over it. Your being taken along for the ride. Wherever your pen decides to take you. And even though it starts without a theme or an idea, soon enough one appears and says 'come with me'. And you're gone.

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This was my contribution to Drawing Day 2008.

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37. all that you touch

A bit of kitchen kitsch. I've just noticed that this is my 250th post. That seems amazing to me. All those drawings I've drawn, all that rubbish I've written and all the fine folk I've met. Thanks for all the visits and encouragement.

They've been revamping the site over at Moo. I don't like to blow my own trumpet, but when I saw my work on there, looking so good, I felt quite proud. It's mad to think of how this adventure all started, all those posts ago. I'm excited to see where else it'll take me.

Check out Moos revamp HERE (the stickers are cute TOO).

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38. over my shoulder


This is where I've been hiding all week - in this drawing. Do you know what ties all the objects, on the shelves, together? If you want to know, find out HERE.
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39. hurt

A while ago I asked you if anyone could guess the song that inspired the drawing you can see HERE. The answer was Johnny Cash's cover of the Nine Inch Nails single 'Hurt'. It's a stunningly gorgeous song, great album and, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful videos ever made. You can see that video HERE.

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40. stuck on you

How come whenever you really need a plaster there are only these ones left in the box?
Plasters in ink. Go on then, I'll throw in a cat hair. Free of charge.
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41. i drove all night

I got out of bed to draw this late last night. I couldn't sleep. I drove for six hours yesterday. Do you find it hard to sleep after a long distance drive? When you close your eyes are you still behind the wheel? Weaving in and out of all that traffic? Putting your foot down on the accelerator and not taking it off? Not caring what's in your way? Feeling like you could just drive off the end of the earth? No? Oh. Right. Ok then. Oh.

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42. i am lost inside your pocket

This week I lost my marbles. No. Seriously, I did. And, not just because I went and did this drawing all over again. When I completed it first time round I knew that there was something wrong - the marble. Back then I drew it from my head, when really I'd prefer to have the subject there in front of me. Knowing that I intended to re-draw it I went and bought some marbles. It took me ages to find the perfect blue one, one that looked a little like an eye. After all, the marble is the punch line in this picture; it's the cherry on the cake, so it had to be right. So I selected the perfect one, bought the bag and then proceeded to lose them. Annoying. Very annoying.

This is one reason it's taken so long to complete this drawing - losing my marble. I spent hours on Flickr getting lost in stunning photos of marbles, but to me, the one in my drawing still looks contrived. There are a few other new additions to this picture, since the original; my favourite being the corn plaster. There are other things that became subject matter out of desperation to finish the drawing, like...erm...well I'll let you find them.

Anyway, you know the drill; click on image to enlarge.

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43. Altogether, One at a Time

by E. L. Konigsburg illustrations by Gail E. Haley, Mercer Mayer, Gary Parker and Laurel Schindelman Atheneum 1971 I would have hated this book as a kid. I would never have picked it up. I would have started the first story and felt alienated by the language of it, an almost disjointed voice. I would have jumped around and looked at the illustrations for the stories and would have walked

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44. something

Just a quickie (well, it's all relative). Currently I'm working on a couple of time consuming drawings. So thought I'd put them on hold for the evening and do something quick. Something in colour. It's not great but it's something to post.

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45. starbucks and service stations

Stirrers, sachets and stuff swiped from Starbucks and service stations.
And, as Stephen Stills once said "That's a lot of alliteration".
See my Sepia Set.

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46. Dancing to Almendra


Dancing to Almendra

Author: Mayra Montero
Translated from the Spanish by Edith Grossman
Publisher: Farrar, Straus & Giroux
ISBN-10: 0374102775
ISBN-13: 978-0374102777

Dancing to Almendra takes place in Mafia-dominated 1950’s Cuba before Castro takes over. It begins with a bizarre killing of a hippopotamus at the local zoo and young journalist Joaquín Porrata is sent to write up the story. Joaquín usually covers fluff pieces but desperately wants to be a real reporter covering more important things. He stumbles onto something at the zoo where he learns that the killing of the hippo was a warning to mob boss Umberto "Albert" Anastasia, who really was murdered in 1957. Joaquín starts investigating and begins to uncover an incredible story. He is threatened, beaten, warned and scared the hell out of, but he keeps on investigating and uncovering more and more.

As the investigation deepens, Joaquín’s life starts to spin out of control. He travels to New York, meets both Meyer Lansky and George Raft and finds out much more than any person should know about the Mafia.

The characters are all intensely interesting and detailed. Joaquín’s father and brother Santos, his lesbian sister and his tragic martyr of a mother are all fascinating. Yolanda, the ex circus performer, one-armed mulatta lover of Joaquín as well as Santos Trafficante and mother of a trapeze artist is simply too wild and wonderful not to love.

The story is told in Joaquín’s hard-bitten, matter of fact voice with alternating chapters told in a mystical way by Joaquín’s lover Yolanda. The Cuba of the 50’s comes to life with Mayra Montero’s incredible writing. She paints a decadent picture of nightclubs, music and gaudy casinos where an underlying threat of revolution is bubbling to the surface.

Dancing to Almendra
is a gorgeous book about a crazy time and Montero manages to paint both the garish, brightly lit surface as well as the darkness underneath it all with a deft hand.

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