Thursday, February 26, 2015

1. of a new series

Georgette georgette georgette
all the curves of midnight
all my porcelain sunlight
all this taste of falling
never any chains of solace
never again a chance tomorrow
never gone past a window
muttering some last phrase
in brushed-glass italian

© lcmt 2015

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Some of my favorite things from 2014

Monday, November 3, 2014

Geranium Lake Properties, Hila Station

I wanted to put my collection of Hila Station panels in one place. Starting at the top, these are numbers 9, 11, 18, 19, and the bottom one is the first of the Hila Station series. In 1992, from May 11th to September 7th, Wm. Yost produced twenty-one panels depicting the Hila Station Map. What it is exactly has never been explained, or where it is, what country, what planet, but I think of Zoo Station, and Bratsk Station, and the Paris Metro, the London Underground, the New York Subway, places as mythical as the canals of Mars.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Today I learned that I am orthogonal... an impressive review in Coldfront Magazine, of A Kick in the Eye, a collaboration between twelve artists/writers/poets, one of whom was myself.

Thank you to Lestaret, another one of the twelve, for these images.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

A Readable Poem: ferelea 700, v. 9

A Readable Poem: ferelea 700, version 8.2

A Readable Poem: ferelea 700, versions 5 thru 8.1

A Readable Poem: ferelea 700, versions 1 thru 4

A Readable Poem: ferelea 700, v. 0 (text)

ferelea 700
nalangua not
matrixes cohera
thirty-six profolu
rurothe ptc
incesing necrologi
lyiningd molds
urevedit basis
olfils receives
ients Conithin
inviting badmin

Friday, August 15, 2014

Four attempts to map hypergraphic hemispheres

Last day of summer

Sunday, August 17, will be the last day of summer repeats at Geranium Lake Properties. Tuesday, August 19, I will begin posting new panels of GLP regularly. The expected schedule will be every Tuesday and Thursday for new cartoons. On Sunday, but not every Sunday, I will continue with my favorites of previously posted GLP panels.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

This could be your name, no. 105

This could be your name, no. 104

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Vispo at Coldfront Magazine

I have five pieces of visual poetry at Coldfront Magazine.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Kneeling on the violet earth


If you had told me a year ago,
that my pair of yellow hands
would be lost, that my purple
and my white would be painted
into cropped pointy squares linked
by cutting-edge ambiance, fluted
between literary places, warped
with imaginary edges, bloated,
blistered, I would have known
what to look for.

I could have found iron antiquity
in broad-blown vessels glazed
to the brim with discoveries,
variables falsified and cracked
by fire. Or holiday corpses,
caged roosters, a solitary
living man in a black suit,
in a black house where
polar-blue light hung heavy
in north-south crosswires,
crowded with faint shapes
that might be dorsal fins,
broken oars, opuntia cacti.
I could have gathered
shining, sparkling, splendid
equidimensional particles,
taking them up,
throwing them out,
all the oxygen we could eat,
filling the blood orange chambers
of our jack-o-lantern hearts.

I could have exceeded your sway,
escaped your bygones, wrapped
your sabotage and subsequent
afterbirth in napkins tied
with shop cord and my last
undissolved sinew.

But you knew it all.
You knew
how to cross the equators,
you knew
what came after nothing,
you knew
this was our final year.
You were the only one
waiting to burn.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Geranium Lake Properties, the Opera

You can catch up on all the entries for The Blues, an Asemic Opera, appearing in my GLP cartoon. I think we are about two-thirds of the way through the whole thing.

This is not part of the opera, this is "Sky Rim Fire Mandala", part of the "Waking dreams of earth and air" series.

© 2014 lcmt


I am taking long drives now, for the grace of it, because the local landscape is now at its most beautiful. The grass has all dried, the last vestige of green is gone, and in its place is a color you can call tawny or blond or gold, but it's an amazing color when endless acres of rolling hills are cloaked in it. All made even more vivid by its contrast with the dark green of chaparral, and coast live oaks casting their inky shadows under the saturated California light. The patterns of dark and gold, the shapes of hills like sleepers under blankets (exactly like shapes beloved by Georgia O'Keeffe in New Mexico), the line of demarcation between the hills and sky, are in a poem that's been making itself, over and over, long before human eyes ever beheld it.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

Ten Burros album cover

Ten Burros, Pray for Rain, 1977. Album cover, back, and sleeve for vinyl record.

Ten Burros album cover

Ten Burros, Pray for Rain, 1977. Album cover, front.


© 2014 lcmt

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Time Forgot Everything Wanted

© 2014 lcmt

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Andy Goldsworthy and Me

© 2014 lcmt

Andy Goldsworthy has been hanging around a little more than usual lately. He finally took definite shape this morning at 3 am, and we made a collaboration for my April Fool's Day Postcard. I sent it off to the printer, but it won't be done for at least five days. And then it will probably take another week for me to mail it out.

Who wants one?

Thursday, March 13, 2014