Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

House-Call From Dr. Dixon The first real needle-freak that I ever met was Dixon Dean from Norman, Oklahoma. I had read Junky and was about to start Naked Lunch when he showed up on my doorstep in Denton with his little black kit. I was introduced to Dixon on one of my trips to Norman on behalf of p...

Doreen, keep those lawyers handy In my Will I'm leaving you all my sad manuscripts all of my dusty poems like so many lottery tickets scratched and saved for what compulsive wish? I know you intend to fight it in court and how can I blame you? It would be like inheriting a weak chin or diabetes a pa...

Nice riff, Butch

I've been meaning to call you but I can't keep up with the phone.
Let's get together and take a bus ride some day then the temperature isn't an issue.

Go to the Audio forum and check out Lrod/Gremillion tune.

The renowned Texas poet Lightning Rod has called for a new State Song

http://thepoetseye.wordpress.com/2011/0 ... -you-sure/

This is certainly a triumph of the declarative sentence, dadio
It's a pity to know shuch things

I wrote this as a poem then I thought it might make a good lyric for the musical that Barry and I were kicking around. I wrote the poem in about two hours and sent it to Barry. He read it and took a bike ride and heard the music. When he got done writing it, it had been about two hours. So, I got a ...

Song by Barry Gremillion and Lightning Rod, vocals Leah Zegar

yes Veronica,
it's hard to know when to interfere or intervene, especially where we try to apply our good intentions to a world we may not understand.

geez, suppost that rabbit grew up to be Hitler or something

as usual, joel, you have gone straight to the heart of the poem. Those lines about death only needing to win once are the heart of the poem. It is a cruel truth that death or negativity only needs to triumph one time and the game is over. This is why the immense trust that the universe has for itsel...

Rabbit From a Hat Our big white cat Mingus was a top predator. He was the last white streak that many small animals in the neighborhood saw in their short lives. He could take a bird in flight right out of the air. I didn't know whether to blame or admire him for this. One day Mingus darted into th...

thanks doreen and dadio
yes, this was supposed to terrify

I've always found waltzes to be frightening

cold is the absence of heat

the unreasoning right, yes

brrrrrrr

Deer in the Headlights, A Waltz before the internet I couldn't spell abattoir but I knew what it meant it's the bloody gears of a grinding machine slow sage indifference, fears the calendar grinds sinew and muscle alike, yesterday, the bones of joy If there is no comfort in the moment if Now is not...

The only rules that really apply are our own rules. When we simply comply with the rules already set down, we are really not subject to those rules, we are just going along to get along. The only rules that we are bound to obey and damned if we don't, are the rules that we make for ourselves. When w...

Missed Connections, New Orleans Craigslist S he was an angel sitting under a single light. It played on her like she played on the piano, so lonely and perfect and forlorn. The light was cruel silver, she was tan and gold, the music was blue as half-a-block off Bourbon St. She played Epistrophe, no...