Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

ill-fated
educated
overhaul my deviance
but not my ferment
which is pivotal
sealed by fusioned silence
my sandlot diskdrive
how many nouns can fit
on the head of a verb ?
or is it a standoff in Mexico ?
the lone bookseller
just trying to make it back
to headquarters
the ancients raised up
the trunks of trees
to celebrate the living
and cold stone
to celebrate the dead

just wrote a long poem
and backspaced it into oblivion
the message was too dark, and
i didn't want to go down that pipe,
that flow to the sewer where rats
grow bigger than breadboxes , does
anyone even remember breadboxes ?

we had a breadbox, shiny metal
like an Airstream camper, when the lid
folded down it was covered in maple
so you could cut your bread....never
understood why some people said, "that
was the best thing since sliced bread"
was that really such an innovation, cuz

I kinda liked slicing my bread with my
special serrated knife...I miss my breadbox

bigger than
a breadbox
know the phrase
remember tater chips.....delivered to your door?
the milkman?
doctors house calls?
gas station attendants?
the world simpler
although u can get
anything from Amazon
delivered these daze
Fleetwood Mac on tunes
here at jojos now
" falling.....falling....falling......"

one bread box
stuffed with guilty pleasures
my mom's house

remembered pleasures
childhood treasures

full service was cool
a man in coveralls asking
want me to check your oil,
top off your coolant, how
are those tires, now there is
no one there, pulled in station
recently sold after being in the same
family for 80 years, a ghost town
they turn on the pumps, then go to breakfast
then go to lunch, then go to dinner
this place was bustling, two mechanics
Mike the owner greeting you,
catching up on families, I knew him so long
he never made me put quarters
in the air machine on the corner, nah
he let me drive up close to the bays
use the air hose from inside, and now
nothingness....no humans....swipe
that credit card, be on your way
swipe my community while you're at it
won't be long androids will be checkin' out
my groceries, selling me a ticket to the movies
providing security at rock concerts
with super human strength, and the accidental
deaths will be known as collateral damage

Sold the cat
to a man at nola
who I got to talking
to who was an x carpenter
we rodbusters call 'em
"Wood Butchers"
Solid jamming
perpetually
et spiritu sanctu

et spiritu sanctu


First thought best thought?
remembered pleasures
childhood treasures
on second thought
remembered treasures
childhood pleasures
........................................
Doctors who made house calls

wire cats meow
with new purpose
utility into art
the mind's eye sees
the possibilities beyond
intended purposes
the heart beats swiftly
as ideas twist metal
into animation, a thin
round wire gets new
dimensions, here kitty
kitty

congrats to da cat

nice work if you can get it
I got a secrete
What's My Line?

hardly know the intent of my intention
that's why I got to jam
go tell it on the mountain
and hear the echoes of the next intention revealed
season for epiphanies remembered and forgotten



remember playing the doors break on through over and over when I lived in an appartment on N Charles near the JHU campus (1972)
the door is open
nothing to break
just got to hop on board
ride Ferlinghetti's choo choo

never get my head around the money for art concept
a work of art is work
so I am not saying you did not work for it
it is like money for nothing
when you can make a buck from something you love to do, or so my rose of agudas achiem usta tell me'
now that the old girls gone before me
sometimes when I need religion
I think about her like
a picture of a field of dandelions
windows open to last cold front to pass through this part of Texas
in the forties tonight
three windows open
light breeze
ate a herbal brownie
rode ten miles
sleep the sleep of the just
I
should say I was on the road
on a bicycle with the hood of a Peterbilt mounted to the front like a fake Rolls Royce grill mounted on a Volkswagen™.

it is the feel
vibrating up from the tires to the frame to the seat to my tail bone
that's the thrill
that's the thrill of the perpetual jam
feel the keys vibrate to electric hum of the juice flowing through the web
in an open text box
and let GO
how sweet it is

just dropped in
to see what condition
my condition was in
before country Kenny dropped acid
the first edition

acid talk here at the bar too
and sky diving
inexperienced when it comes
to sky diving but ohhhh the other
needless to say I've quit everything
since the stroke, cept the occasional
wiredriver
1974 ST, was when I sold my 1st sculpture
at the Johns Hopkins spring festival
seems like yesterday
quit rod bustin in the rain that Monday
little did I know I would be working
45 years at it.....ugh!!!
jammin
it's free and unhindered
it's not Zuihitsu mind ya
but close, kinda of a spew of guts
how longs this thing been going on?
close to 300 pages......
Nola close to 10 years now
I been gone from B'more over 10 too.....wow!
CJ's gone nearly 8
and I'm still surviving in the rod patch at 64
I guess I show and sell the wire to share it
with good folks that have a smile on their
face when they get one.....it's a way of making
art out of what I do too, there's really little money
in it, that's a fact, yeah I sold hundreds now I guess
but in the long haul 40 plus years it's a drop in bucket
I wish u had one ST ......their going for peanuts these daze
I really just enjoy sharing em in my old age
thought id get a laff in before I submit on a rainy day
when I finally get to play wireman

a good play
i don't know who I am playing now
in a dark time the eye begins to see
hardly see nothing
making deals with myself
just get through till April 18
tax season over
I am too old to be working these long weeks
picked up the goddam cigarettes again
my lungs are hurting again
how sick do i need to make myself so I can quit again, two years this time

wish u had one ST
I got to get me one

cheer me up to have one sitting around to look at


thanks for being a cyber pall
I be ok if I can just make it to may

coffee and weed
breakfast of champion
old-timers dealin' with
kidney stones..damn things !
doc was good enuf to give me
the emergency number
my son was on call but slept
thru the night without incident
and now we wait, will it pass
or will i be back in the ER
a stranger putting another stent
in my kidney,....this is a very good
reason to enjoy each moment as it comes
each moment your not in the hospital,
so I tell people I love 'em more than i used to
I break out the acrylic paints, give art
away to those nearby, been painting everyday
hoping inspiration will come like a lover
in a dream....So, let me just say here
Studio Eight family members...Luv U Gize

love ya Steve .....hang in there
let the painting be your medicine
I really dig that wire sculpture

jammin'
feels much better
with a job
the insecurity sucked
can't believe I made it
for 7 months ugh!
nuff of dat
at jojos
funky music on
the tunes
jammin already
sunny today
rested and feel good
so far
masters tournament
always means spring has sprung
missing my cow pasture golf course
from the early 90's
man did I get good
3 holes in one in 10 daze
no bullshit, the last one
I sunk to my knees and
said to myself, "just what did
I do with my life?"
of course I knew what I did
art was my life, golf was a dream
it was a wired man I was destined to be,
it was for a time a beautiful oasis in Warrenton, Va.
golf course and outdoor sculpture garden
I was living the dream, but my marriage
fell apart ugh! in '97 I went to Baltimore
got an old firehouse and became wireman

outdoor sculptures in Warrenton Va. early 90's