Finding Oakland Online

I’m pleased to say, in the spirit of digital storytelling, that my my ancient and venerable book of poems, Finding Oakland is now online. It’s posted in .pdf format, so all you need to read it is Acrobat Reader. Both the book and the reader for it are free.

The book is also free from the anachronistic and persnickety constraints of traditional copyright. I want to get it into people’s hands again, or at least in front of their eyes. And no more trees need to die in the process. So it’s covered by a Creative Commons license.

Read it in your browser, download it to your hard drive, pass it along to your friends, as attachment or link. 

You will be seeing more of this little book here on Metaphor. My plan is to share one of the poems, individually, every few days over the coming month or so, to examine and discuss its creation, and the changes in poetics for me since that time.

The reason for this, other than I think I would find it interesting, is that I’m editing newer work in preparation for a public reading in the near future. So a redux of this old stuff might make a nice creative harmony.

More on that reading, very soon.


Click on the book cover, here or in the right column. If that gives you trouble, here’s a little URL:  

http://tinyurl.com/m2k9vj

Vapor Trails

1.

Harvest moon tonight.
It will be cooler, and grow
cooler still as each night
falls away.
I live upstairs you know,
so standing by the silent
piano I can see the vapor
trails curved and stretched
among the clouds, bound
for San Francisco.
Even at night, the moon
will catch them, bring
them down for me.
The dog doesn’t mind
a contrail in the house;
the ghost of a journey
not our own.
She sleeps.

sky for vapor trails 20090903

2.

I could make supper
and watch TV. Or stand
in the center of the room
and kill the lights, bend
the darkness around me
like a coat, an iron
maiden of my loneliness,
my unmusical, unhappy
self. The dog shifts
to a new plot of carpet;
fresh ground for her dreaming.

sunset for vapor trails20090903

3.

It is all well. The crows
are down in orchards
to the east, their vespers
done. I made spaghetti
and watched the evening news.
We learn so little of each
other, even if God gives us
months. So you’ve returned
our coarse, untangled
distance, and my bathroom
drawers. The dog
wakes up, and looks around
for you.

I wrote this piece in the fall of 2004 and first
presented it publicly at the reading for
Cafe Solo Press in Ventura in August 2006.
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Vapor Trails

1.

Harvest moon tonight.
It will be cooler, and grow
cooler still as each night
falls away.
I live upstairs you know,
so standing by the silent
piano I can see the vapor
trails curved and stretched
among the clouds, bound
for San Francisco.
Even at night, the moon
will catch them, bring
them down for me.
The dog doesn’t mind
a contrail in the house;
the ghost of a journey
not our own.
She sleeps.

2.

I could make supper
and watch TV. Or stand
in the center of the room
and kill the lights, bend
the darkness around me
like a coat, an iron
maiden of my loneliness,
my unmusical, unhappy
self. The dog shifts
to a new plot of carpet;
fresh ground for her dreaming.

3.

It is all well. The crows
are down in orchards
to the east, their vespers
done. I made spaghetti
and watched the evening news.
We learn so little of each
other, even if God gives us
months. So you’ve returned
our coarse, untangled
distance, and my bathroom
drawers. The dog
wakes up, and looks around
for you.

I wrote this piece in the fall of 2004 and first
presented it publicly at the reading for
Cafe Solo Press in Ventura in August 2006.

Creative Commons License

puffs of smoke

“… it also helps to be far away from America and the mounting drumbeat of Democratic defeatism on healthcare reform. Nobody is so ready to embrace martyrdom as my fellow liberals, and here they are, seven months after Mr. Obama took the oath, crying out, ‘Where did it go, the glory and the dream?’ Get a grip. Solid majorities in the House and Senate and yet a few puffs of smoke from the other side and Democrats are full of consternation. If they back out on this young president, and if this Congress cannot pass the public option and meet the basic human needs of our people, what does this say about us?”

– Garrison Keillor | Salon

Hear hear, Mr. Keillor, well said. 

frogmarch

Humans think they are smarter than dolphins because we build cars and buildings and start wars etc., and all that dolphins do is swim in the water, eat fish and play around. Dolphins believe that they are smarter for exactly the same reasons.


– Douglas Adams

Adams was a writer and musician who lived from 1952-2001; a phenomenon which, if I live to be 100, I will never understand. I mean dying young. But I’m saying you should read his books, because they’re smart and funny. Maybe not great literature, not Faulkner’s Cow funny, but Oh so readable. The best laughs I ever got while reading anything not babbled forth by Bush-Cheney came while reading Douglas Adams.

Douglas Adams Web site, on which I found this:


How should prospective writers go about becoming an author?

First of all, realize that it’s very hard, and that writing is a grueling and lonely business and, unless you are extremely lucky, badly paid as well. You had better really, really, really want to do it. Next you have to write something.


But he did die much too young, didn’t he? Therefore, I think we need to see something funny.

 

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enlightenment

“The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.”

– Nikos Kazantakis

Oh, that’s profound. I think it’s a crock of crapadoo brought to a low boil, but it’s profound. Enlightenment is a process, not a product; a journey without end, not a state of attainable ability.

The student asks the master, “What is the way to enlightenment?”
The master answers, “Humility.”
“And how long is the way, Master?”
“How would I know?”

Moreover (strange word), between darkness and light there can be no agreement. Light makes darkness less so; darkness is changed by the presence of light. So Uncle Kyle says the meaning of enlightenment is to turn one’s back to the darkness, bow one’s head, and humbly pray to see the light … to be shown the next step on the way.

So we have established that the author of Zorba the Greek and The Last Temptation of Christ is full of hooey, while the author of Finding Oakland is not. That’s convenient for me. Hence, to dispel the shadows.

First, I’ve never cared much for phrases like, “the meaning of enlightenment.” It makes no sense; it’s a non sequitur. So is “the meaning of life.” How can one impart meaning to an abstraction? The only possible answer is, “it depends.” And it depends on an infinite number of things, because it depends on how a life is lived. So I think Nikos meant the function of enlightenment, or the purpose, or the goal. Not the meaning.

How then does the artist spelunk into the sunless caverns in search of the gradient distinctions of shade? By taking a little light along, of course. Most of us, when the day is done – hopefully with pages that weren’t there in the morning – have someone to love. Some memory of loving, loosing, living on. Or someone who loves us, or who has, or who will. Inshallah. That should be light enough.

Scene

Are you enjoying the blog today? Like the new color scheme? I’ve been changing it a lot, I know, trying to make it easy on the eyes.

I like blogging. I’m a poet and I like to post poems, and little rants about writing, and miscellaneous stuff. Just draining the swamp between my ears, you know?

Did you know I have another blog? Actually, I run several, but most are for groups I’m in. I have two writing blogs; this one and this one over yonder. So why does a guy need two blogs? Well, you don’t. I have two because I like them both for different functions. And I’m a nerd.

I’ve had the other URL – kimberlin.wordpress.com – for a long time. It  has served various functions; for instance, it was a blog about cruelty to animals for a while. 

Since I write fiction, I write scenes, which are just too big to post on a Blogger site. If you have to keep scrolling down forever, you can’t see the next post, which you might find more interesting. It’s a distraction, and writers have enough problems distracting their readers. So I needed another venue.

WordPress has a cool function that lets you break up long posts. You can do it at Blogger, but only with a big pain-in-the-butt html work-around. I thought about moving the whole show over there to WordPress, but I don’t want to right now. Maybe in the future. WordPress does have a nice set-up.

I also considered hosting a blog for everything at my static web site.  But I don’t want to do that. Too much work. Let the pros handle the blogging site business, says I.

So I decided to start a new blog for creative work product – Scene – and keep this old Metaphor where it is. There might be essays over there too. But there won’t be any videos or comics or random observations there. Just serious writing output; nothing not created by me.

So far, I’ve copied all the stories that were posted here over to there, so that site is caught up with the program.

Listen, check it out if you want. But you don’t need to bookmark anything, unless you want to. Whenever I post a story or a piece of my novel over there, I’ll post a link to it here. Just thought I’d … you know … blog it. 

Digital Storytelling

“With digital storytelling, we have a much wider platform and a much better chance of being remembered. The number of people it’s possible to reach with digital storytelling is near-unlimited.”

Digital Storytelling and Collaborative Stories | Men With Pens

Now that’s what I’m talkin about. Great post.

Books don’t have to die, because we love them, and they nurture us. At the same time, it is time to move on, boldly go.

Judging By The Covers

Study Shows E-books the Greener Choice | Poets & Writers:

“Given that paper accounts for a quarter of all landfill volume, it should probably come as no surprise that a recent study touted e-books as more environmentally friendly than traditional publishing. A report released this month by the San Francisco-based Cleantech Group found that Amazon’s Kindle device could generate a net savings in carbon emissions—a savings that increases as print consumption is displaced.”

Now wait just a doggone minute. No one is going to believe that books account for a quarter of landfill volume, but as the article plays out, that’s what is implied. It implies that the printing of books is putting paper in landfills.  Baloney.

I have worked in corporate offices, and that’s where a lot of this comes from. Companies print vast tracts of documents – reports, spreadsheets, memos, e-mails – God only knows what – that is actually readable on computer screens. Then they throw it away. Seriously, people print out e-mails, then sit there, at the desk, and read them. This is analogous to packing your dinner in Styrofoam at home, then sitting down and eating it.

And how much of that paper in landfills is junk mail? The amount that I alone receive is enough to make me angry. I pull it out of the mailbox, and before I even climb the stairs, I walk down the alley and toss it in the recycle bin. How many millions of people are tossing it in the garbage instead, and sending it straight to the landfill?

Seriously, how much of the paper in the landfills is books, or even magazines that people paid hard cash for? And how much of what is could be reduced by pounding harder on people’s skulls to get them to recycle?

The article goes on to explore the benefits of using Amazon’s Kindle e-book reader, including the carbon impacts of its manufacture, as compared to the environmental impacts of book and newspaper manufacture. And I’m sure that the Kindle is a nice toy. But as the article says, the study assumes that people who use the Kindle would otherwise be buying a lot more books than I do, or anyone I know. Add to this the fact that at least some people who buy books like to keep them, not throw them away, and that a book can be shared in ways that the content of a Kindle cannot, and we have a different conversation.

The article continues:

As the figures suggest, the study relies on the theory that Kindle owners are reducing an already higher-than-average consumption of printed matter in favor of digital substitutes. “A user that purchasers fewer than 22.5 books per year would take longer to neutralize the emissions resulting from the e-reader,” Ritch wrote, “and even longer to help reduce emissions attributed to the publishing industry.” The report also rests on the probably unrealistic assumption that users will hang on to their Kindles for a full four years before adding them to the growing accumulation of technological waste.

Right. Only people who otherwise read and discard a lot of books could make a meaningful impact by switching to e-books, and they need to keep at it for a long time before throwing the device itself in the trash.

I think if we want to reduce the paper in the landfills, we should slash the amount of unmitigated crap that’s printed out, but which never needed to be stored on sheets of tree in the first place. And by raising public awareness of books as generally contributing positively to culture and personal quality of life. A book can be a worthy, illuminating thing, worth keeping and passing along. Or not.

Finally, it bears noting that if I have three books on my desk at a given moment, at least one very likely came from the local library, and chances are it’s going back. They may have to send someone to pry it from my obstinate clutches; especially since, right now, I’m reading this. Slowly.

Small World

Metaphor had a visitor today from Jalisco, Mexico, according to sitemeter.

Very cool. I don’t often get folks stopping by in other countries. (Did that syntax work at all?) Western Europe, a few times, but it’s rare.

Bienvenidos, amigos!