Entries Tagged 'Chuck Luden' ↓
August 21st, 2016 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography
Charles Luden sent me these cool photos today, thought I would share;
I shot these in 1974 in Denver at a small club named Ebbets Field. Tom Waits opened for Roger McGuinn. It was a great show. Roger’s 1st solo LP and Tom’s 2nd LP were recently released. A priceless event. – C.L.
May 6th, 2016 — Chuck Luden, Road Funding, Sioux Falls
April 9th, 2016 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
The Blood of a Dog Clots in the Snow
My friend you are weary almost gone
limping in the apocalyptic winter
from memory to imagination
of airstrikes in the desert of forgiveness
Each day we had was so real
your soft fur my petting hands
our walks and runs along the mighty Sioux River
in search of glee
Now I have tears as you give me
one last yelp
Charles Luden • 1-14-16• at Granite City
I love this poem, reminds me of my Sodapop
February 2nd, 2016 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
My Dominatrix Died (A)
A cold day here
Tears warm my cheeks
No one to wear the black mesh
Closed closet door
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My Dominatrix Died (B)
A cold day
No one to wear black mesh
Tears warm my cheeks
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My Dominatrix Died (C)
Empty black mesh
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The above all written at Black Sheep Coffee.
Many possible variations await discovery.
December 12th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography, Railroads, Sioux Falls
Our $27,000,000.00 dollar purchase!
A former (?) city employee nails it on TIF’s and the ridiculous RR purchase downtown;
The city’s railroad property deal has been completed at a cost of $27 million to the American taxpayer, which equates to $69 per square foot. It’s not too hard to determine who received the best part of this deal and why Congress eliminated earmark legislation.
Tax incentive financing may have been needed to jump start downtown, but it is probably no longer needed. The footprint of those entities, who enjoy all of the city services but pay no taxes, continues to expand at the expense of the taxpayer.
In the event that we cannot receive a fair market value for the property, or if we cannot build without tax incentives, the best use for the property might be a park. At least that would provide some type of benefit to the general public.
I have a better idea, we rescind on the whole deal.
November 25th, 2015 — Chuck Luden
Trippy stuff from anominous
October 30th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Poem of Escape
When I call if the first word I say is Good-bye
it’s a sign I’m going on vacation to Mississippi
to watch waterfowl and tourists
stare at moving clouds
July 18th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Jazzfest, Poetry
On the Edge of JazzFest
Hot porta potty
Charles Luden • 7-17-15 • at Yankton Trail Park
May 24th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography, Poetry
Ernie November in the early days (Photo: Charles Luden)
(On Philosophers) (On Zealots)
I have a slight understanding of a few things
but don’t know much
Just put in earplugs when they preach
Charles Luden • 4-16-15 • at Granite City
May 18th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Larry The Z’s Mandolin
Still Evokes A Memory
Saw BZ on bass at the Sunbird Lounge last night
Remember you on mandolin at the J&M years ago
So many nights between those events
Nations have born and died
But the power chord and
Slippery mojo workout remain
March 3, 2000
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Note: Larry the Z is Larry Zierath
BZ is Butch Zierath
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The above poem is a sequel to one in my first book Virgin Death published in 1977.
The poem is:
Larry The Z’s Mandolin Evokes A Memory
Your mandolin rings my ears
Like an old Gypsy dancer, once.
She came up and pinched me
Since we spoke not so much.
I remember her nervous hand
Which she probably didn’t want.