Why?

This being a new poetry blog for no one to read but me, God, electricity and that thing always hovering behind my shoulder and just here to stretch my writing muscles and to get away from WORD documents that load slow and turn me off and away.

This BEING to get other poetry writers, writers, lost souls, and misfits and lunatics and passion freaks together, maybe, and get them stretching too.

This being to get people reading and writing, and thinking.

This being an avoidance of the half dead, atheist, nowhere thinking, nothingness culture, but maybe we'll let the atheists have some say on their search for the BIG ANSWER too, but for all who can't see the face of God but would like to.

This being really, let's be honest, to just write more poetry and to get better at it. Okay.

Here's some tips from the patron saint of beat poetry as far as I'm concerned (Jack Kerouac):

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for your own joy
Submissive to everything, open, listening
Try never get drunk outside your own house
Be in love with your life
Something that you feel will find its own form
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
Blow as deep as you want to blow
Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
The unspeakable visions of the individual
No time for poetry but exactly what is
Visionary tics shivering in the chest
In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
Like Proust be an old teahead of time
Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
Write in recollection and amazement for yrself
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
Accept loss forever
Believe in the holy contour of life
Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
You're a Genius all the time
Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

Dog

the biggest piece of machinery I ever saw moving quietly down the street and surrounded by the scared cars that I'm used to and whipping through and out of the mind
the mind of mortal minion that is man
clawing at the dirt and patting the empty and hot, sun-baked sidewalks of youth and future
this is the same earth that is in my parents backyard and the yard of my angel dog
she is a big, present, glorious animal and also an animal in my mind that wakes me up and makes me think about the times she was a puppy in my arms
now the thoughtful dog of experience and animal courage and wisdom
what I lack
and seek
and out of the freeway when I'm coasting down to Burbank in the perpetual morning I seek wisdom at the end of the day
but go home on the same freeway and watch sadly the sun go down and beg it to stay
stay sun
stay dog
please don't die on me while I'm in California