Entries Tagged 'Chuck Luden' ↓
March 29th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
Early Morning Report
I just got a spam message from Dorothy Boom.
To avoid a real boom I deleted it unread like maybe blue.
Yep, it’s gone down some dark drain on my screen’s left.
Will never know Dorothy’s real noise or true color,
a special time perhaps missed only imagined.
Charles Luden • 03-28-15 • at Black Sheep
March 14th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography
March 1st, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography
Photo, 1979 by Mike Greenlee
The danger of self examination is that you may find something even if you don’t know what you’re looking for. So I decided to stop looking and just do stuff. I’ve always been good at entertaining myself. Each day I get up, feed the birds, then have a waffle covered with plum or blackberry jelly for breakfast. After I clear the table I place a blank sheet of drawing paper in the center. I stare at it for several minutes imagining a fantastic painting I would like to create. If this goes on for 20 minutes or more, I’ll take out my notebook and write a poem about this fantastic imaginary art piece.
March 1, 2015
February 21st, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Music, Poetry
Luden riding the pine in ’79
My History in Medicine
I can supply pretend medications
for your pretend maladies
if you pay me pretend money.
I’m a pretend doctor.
at Black Sheep
February 20th, 2015 — Chuck Luden, Music
Chuck always keeps a copy of all of his correspondence,
January 31st, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
I peeled these possible poetry book titles from my current notebook. Probably won’t use them, but I enjoy thinking them up.
Dogs in Pajamas
The Girl with Big Fingers
Dangerous Poems Ahead
Spark Driven Platypus
Sneezing in the Falling Snow
The Sons of Angela
Penguination: The Art of Becoming a Penguin
A Tight Group of Colored Dots
January 24th, 2015 — Art, Chuck Luden, Music, Photography
Charles Luden took these photos in Canton, SD in the 1970’s
January 8th, 2015 — Chuck Luden, Poetry
The beginning is where I began.
That is the question.
I met a small frog named Lucy,
my first memory.
The stories have not ended yet.
Winter is very hard on my friend.
I’m enduring just fine.
My favorite poem has no words yet.
I think I can hum it backwards.
Jan 8, 2015
at Black Sheep Coffee
December 19th, 2014 — Art, Chuck Luden, Photography
My poet & photographer friend, and all around artist sent me these photos today he took in San Francisco in 1976 when he visiting there (he previously lived there 1971-72).
San Francisco still remains my favorite city in the United States to visit.
July 3rd, 2014 — Art, Chuck Luden, Poetry
At The Next Table
She’s fingering her hair,
but is it real
Just a minute I’ll ask her.
Damn, she slapped me.
What’s that mean?
I still like her.
She has passion,
and a purple blouse.
at Black Sheep