comix, poetry, painting, prose, drawing, photography, graphics, design - M. Hill, editor----- ESTABLISHED 1982
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Thursday, December 5, 2019
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Saturday, November 16, 2019
Monday, November 4, 2019
Thursday, October 17, 2019
Thursday, October 3, 2019
Monday, September 30, 2019
The Inner Ear
"There is no freedom for the enemies of freedom."
La Revolution Surrealiste
January, 1926
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
The Inner Ear
"Paper / may burn / but words / will escape."
Celebrating Lawrence Ferlinghetti, 100 Years
––City Lights storefront, March 2019-Present
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Wednesday, September 11, 2019
Tuesday, September 10, 2019
Monday, September 2, 2019
The Workingman
By Freeman Edwin Miller (1864-1951)
God bless the brawny arms of toil,
The noble hearts and royal hands,
That plow the plain and seed the soil,
And grow the grains of laughing lands!
King in the blessed vales of life
Where perfect pleasures first began,
May blessings come with raptures rife
To crown the humble workingman!
His kingdoms wave with bannered corn
And meadows bright with fairy bloom,
While duties of his heart are born
Where sylvan shadows hide the gloom;
Sweet Nature fills his heart with health,
While rustic warbles lead his soul
Where rill and fountain sing by stealth
And breezes soft with music roll.
He lives where simple wishes throng,
And give contentment to his breast,
While tender lullabies of song
Bring angel gladness to his rest;
No praises linger o’er his name
Where he in silence works apart,
And honor never links with fame
The modest glories of his heart.
He needs no kiss of royal crown
To wield the axe or guide the plow,
Or woo the smiles of heaven down
To cling in clusters on his brow;
But in the sacred shine of love,
With humble deeds he lives his days,
And, drinking from the founts above,
He scatters gladness o’er his ways.
Proud monarch of the tattered vest,
Thy toil is fraught with greater gains
Than his that bleeds where warrior crest
Slays thousands on the battled plains!
Thy duty prompts to build, to grow,
The forest fell, the city plan
And scatter seeds of love below,
Where’er thou art, O, workingman!
By Freeman Edwin Miller (1864-1951)
God bless the brawny arms of toil,
The noble hearts and royal hands,
That plow the plain and seed the soil,
And grow the grains of laughing lands!
King in the blessed vales of life
Where perfect pleasures first began,
May blessings come with raptures rife
To crown the humble workingman!
His kingdoms wave with bannered corn
And meadows bright with fairy bloom,
While duties of his heart are born
Where sylvan shadows hide the gloom;
Sweet Nature fills his heart with health,
While rustic warbles lead his soul
Where rill and fountain sing by stealth
And breezes soft with music roll.
He lives where simple wishes throng,
And give contentment to his breast,
While tender lullabies of song
Bring angel gladness to his rest;
No praises linger o’er his name
Where he in silence works apart,
And honor never links with fame
The modest glories of his heart.
He needs no kiss of royal crown
To wield the axe or guide the plow,
Or woo the smiles of heaven down
To cling in clusters on his brow;
But in the sacred shine of love,
With humble deeds he lives his days,
And, drinking from the founts above,
He scatters gladness o’er his ways.
Proud monarch of the tattered vest,
Thy toil is fraught with greater gains
Than his that bleeds where warrior crest
Slays thousands on the battled plains!
Thy duty prompts to build, to grow,
The forest fell, the city plan
And scatter seeds of love below,
Where’er thou art, O, workingman!
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
The Inner Ear
...these poor nerves so wired to the skull
Ache on the lovelorn paper
I hug to love with my lovelorn scrawl...
-Dylan Thomas
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Your Household Bookcase
The Lives of the most Eminent English Poets
Vol. 1
Samuel Johnson
London, M DCC LXXXI
Sunday, June 2, 2019
Thursday, May 30, 2019
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Biodrome
Herbert Huncke
www.beatmuseum.org/huncke/HerbertHuncke.html
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"Huncke was said to have introduced Kerouac to the term
'beat,' which Kerouac then used to describe his generation
to John Clellon Holmes."
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Thursday, April 25, 2019
Saturday, April 6, 2019
Friday, March 29, 2019
Thursday, March 14, 2019
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
Artificial Art
The AI-Art Gold Rush Is Here
“We are the people who decided to do this,” the Obvious member Pierre Fautrel said in response to the criticism, “who decided to print it on canvas, sign it as a mathematical formula, put it in a gold frame.” A century after Marcel Duchamp made a urinal into art by putting it in a gallery, not much has changed, with or without computers. As Andy Warhol famously said, “Art is what you can get away with.”
Friday, February 1, 2019
Tuesday, January 29, 2019
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