Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Stuart Robbins Rock World

A second installment of my observations of Stuart Robbins' rock constructions, which I see when I walk back his property.  You see him here at work with the rocks -- his way of relaxing from his work in poetry and other matters.  His "rock city" survives the strongest winds and heaviest rainfall, he says, but could not survive his landlady's sending in a leafblower so these are the last photos of a recent stage, but I saw today that Stuart was already restoring and reinventing his rock compositions:



















Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Comet Kohutek

Here's a time exposure I did of Comet Kohutek when, after an absence of 150,000 years, it passed over in 1973:


Wednesday, October 17, 2012

A Reminder to Those Hungry For Power

I wish that all who are running for office, whom the media helps to dodge all the deeply immoral actions of the United States at home and abroad, would keep before them the photos revealing the hollow death in their citizens' souls.  No wonder the population identifies with vampires.  Would they only delight in reminding themselves of their vicious games of torture in Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo, and many other places and times.  Those who flatter the diminishing middle class can absolutely ignore the totally powerless, such as the woman in this photo taken on a San Francisco street on 13 October 2012, who is reading a book she found in the garbage
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Lit Crawl, 13 October 2012, at Muddy Waters Cafe

On 13 October 2012, I was recently returned from a trip to Indiana, still thinking about that, but, also, now that I live in Oakland, I have difficulty keeping up with what is going on in San Francisco.  But it is the period of Lit Quake where many writers read around the city, and I guess Saturday, 13 October, was the climax, called Lit Crawl, where poets were reading literally everywhere, not just coffee shops, but, as I discovered, in junk stores, bars, and a barber shop.
Lloyd Stensrud wanted me to meet up with him where gay poets would be reading in a barber shop, but it seemed, as I walked along, that almost every place on Valencia Street had poets reading, even in Balmy Alley.  On the way, I dropped in for a coffee at Muddy Waters Cafe, and discovered another reading there that was also connected with the latest release of a magazine called Ambush Review.  There were familiar faces there, but I was too late to hear more than three poets, the last one being former poet laureate of San Francisco, Jack Hirschman:









Jack Hirschman




Sharon Coleman







Angelos Sakkis