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growin peppers in a pot
pickin flowers in a vacant lot
built a bench for my front porch
watermelon on the back porch

surfin’s not easy
bug spray breezy
girlies are teasy

but it’s all really, really nice.

swimmin in th’apartment pool
drinkin beers behind the school
goin to bed with the windows open
sharin the bed i’m kinda hopin

jokin an’ goofin
actually sleepin
technically lunch

and it’s all really, really nice.


March 27, 2008 | Filed Under big ideas, poetry | 1 Comment 

(found this while wikipedia-ing):

 Fib is an experimental Western poetry form, bearing similarities to haiku, but based on the Fibonacci sequence. That is, the typical fib and one version of the contemporary Western haiku both follow a strict structure. The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8  

an example::





Spiraling mixture:

Math plus poetry yields the Fib.

— Pincus, Gregory K.[1]



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it is


to be


Billy Collins is a Moth on a Bell

June 10, 2006 | Filed Under big ideas, poetry, reading | Leave a Comment 

When the crew is shooting nights, I’m the skeleton who holds it down in the production office while everyone else is either on set or at home in bed. So a while back, we were at the end of a week of night shoots, I think it was a Friday night, and I was at the end of my day, which was really the beginning of Saturday morning. I tell you this to set the scene: I was driving home listening to the radio, which I very rarely do at 6 am on a Saturday, and I heard a show on Album 88 that I didn’t know existed. (it’s not on their current schedule, so maybe it doesn’t.) It was a poetry show, and when I called in to ask who we were listening to, I was told that it was the first show they had ever done, and they were glad someone was out there to hear it. I hope it wasn’t the last one, ’cause it was really good, and it introduced me to a poet whom I’d never heard of, and who I’d like you to meet.Dude’s name is Billy Collins, and he was the U.S. Poet Laureate from 2001 to 2003. In 2004, he was named the Poet Laureate of New York State, and he jokes about being the Poet Laureate of his zip code next. This guy is really something. I don’t say this about everyone, but homeboy’s a lyricist. He reminds me of a combination of Hemingway, Tom Robbins, and Shel Silverstein, in the sense that his poems are pretty declarative and straightforward, even though they often deal with some pretty cosmic concepts, but it’s all tempered with a dry, playful wit, and somehow retains a sense of wonder and optimism. Those are my impressions, at least, based on what little I heard and subsequently read. I’m defintely not gonna claim to be an expert on the guy’s work, but I’m looking into reading the rest of it.I did find one website that has a lot of his stuff online, but it’s really poorly designed and has ugly pop-ups, so check it at your own risk. A much nicer place to start would be here, where you can actually listen to Billy reading his work. I’m pretty sure this CD is what they were playing on the radio the other night. I would suggest listening to everything they have, but I especially liked “Japan,” “Marginalia,” and “Nostalgia.”You know, poetry has a bad rep, mainly because there are a lot of bad poets out there, and a lot of them love to read their stuff out loud. I know I’ve often said, and have oftened been agreed with, that I really like poetry, but hate poetry readings and dislike poets in general. But once in a while, I’ll come across some really good stuff, and I have to admit that it’s pretty enjoyable to hear it read by the poet.Of course, I’m sure a huge reason why this stuff doesn’t bother me is that Collins obviously doesn’t take himself too seriously. He gets heavy sometimes, but then he’ll catch you off-guard with something really funny… or, better yet, occasionally he’ll pull off the extremely difficult maneuver of making you think he’s being light and jokey for the whole thing until you get to the last line or stanza and he just knocks you out with something really startlingly profound. That’s a move that is in danger of seeming pretentious, and is usually unsuccessful when attempted by the less skilled, but Billy makes it seem like the natural progression of his thoughts rather than some clever trick, and it works.

The B could also be for Book

April 23, 2006 | Filed Under art, happening, poetry, projects, time travel | 3 Comments 

Newsflash! I’m starting a new project. As many of you know, I have this thing for documentation/archiving/preservation/capturing-of-fleeting-moments. Evidence for this impulse of mine can be seen in my flickr sets of my entire polaroid collection*, my paintings, my post-it note drawings*, my aesthetic-phonetic project*, and maybe eventually my collection of ticket stubs for practically every movie I’ve seen in the past 10 years. I know, that’s a little weird. But I like to collect things, and I especially like to archive and organize and document and preserve for posterity. I think it might be great one day to be able to show my kids what I was into and doing and creating from a young age onward… and in the meantime, my family and friends, too. My thinking is that if I continue to preserve these things, hopefully I can create a sort of seamless continuum that can connect my young self to my slightly older self, to my early adult self, to my middle aged self, to my retiree self, to my rickety old man self, and explain how each of those selves transitioned from one to the next. It’s interesting to me, at least, as a kind of ongoing, neverending experiment.So along those lines, when I was sixteen, I started keeping a “serious” sketchbook. I had sketchbooks before this, but they were mostly drawings of spaceships, airplanes, racecars, and teenage mutant ninja turtles. But when I started getting interested in creating real art for the first time, I was advised by my art teachers to buy a hard-bound blank-page sketchbook, and draw in it frequently, and keep it to look at later. So I did this… and I’ve been doing it ever since.I really jumped on the sketchbook train. I loved the concept of it. I brought it with me everywhere. I drew in it at summer camp, at the beach, at school during PE, at home on the trampoline in the backyard, in planes, and at work. Early on, I made it clear to my friends (also burgeoning artists) that they were not only welcome, but encouraged to draw or write anything they felt like any time they wanted to in my sketchbooks. Sometimes I had more than one book going, but usually, the drawings and the books were completed chronologically, and I saved them all.So in effect, these books became a pretty vivid document of my life from age 16 til now. I can look at certain pages and recall where I was and what was happening in detail - like the completely abstract elaborate scribbling in book 2 or 3 that I did at like 4 am when I was drunk at a fishing camp with my Baton Rouge friends waiting for a honey-soaked cigarette to come out of the oven (an experiment which failed dramatically). Or the drawing of the inside of the staff cottage at Camp Beckwith that I made during a particularly mellow rest-time after lunch with my swim shorts still wet from sailing - I remember the air conditioner was on too high and it was chilly. I know that this is pretty personal stuff that the average viewer wouldn’t have any way of picking up on. But with my commentary, there’s a pretty rich history of me and my friends in these books. And of course, there are other pages that certain people in the world would probably have a certain connection to and might like to see. Naturally, a lot of the drawings are bad, or meaningless, or uninteresting. But there are a few good ones, and a few that can be accompanied by good stories, and a few that are just funny.So here’s the project: I, Charlie B. Spaht, full of pretty good intentions, an ambition seasoned with a little bit of hubris, and a curiosity to see what’ll happen if I do it, propose to create a new “blog” in which I will post scans of every page of my “serious” sketchbooks, in the order that they were created, starting with book #1 (which begins in December ‘96,) without skipping pages no matter how embarassing, one page per day, with commentary when relevant, until I reach the present day, at which point I guess I’ll keep going, but maybe not once a day. In addition, at the point of completion for each book, I’ll create a flickr set for easier reference (and organization).I think this should be an interesting experiment. It should satisfy my need to collect and document my work, possibly explain a few things about what makes me tick, and at the least, provide a momentary diversion every day or so for a few of you.So, if you’re so inclined, check it, don’t wreck it; and feel free to bookmark it:


p.s. this blog isn’t going away - I’ll still be posting non-sketchbook-related items here. just sayin. don’t forget about ‘dre.UPDATE: 6/28/06SKETCHBOOK #1 on FlickrUPDATE: 10/05/06SKETCHBOOK #2 on Flickr

They’ve hexed me w/perplexed intensities

December 29, 2005 | Filed Under found, funny haha, god bless the internet, poetry | Leave a Comment 

Holden has found my bizzaro alter-ego on the internet: a female slam-poet who posts on as “Charlie B.” She’s spittin’ some pretty mad science, and she strikes deep into the heart of the soul of the dream of the wish. Check out her pain when she tells you she loves you, but you don’t believe her. Contemplate the age old question of whether or not Love is “Fantasy or For Real?” and then marvel at the reality of this ode to dick flickin’. Pretty hectic.

Aesthetic Phoneticism

December 14, 2005 | Filed Under art, big ideas, poetry, projects | 2 Comments 

#19Here’s an attempt at an explanation of Aesthetic Phoneticism, an art idea that I came up with all by myself:The basic concept is to produce a picture accompanied by a series of words that, when taken as a whole, simply look and sound nice on a purely aesthetic level with no inherent meaning or symbolism. It’s kind of a boiled down, superficial (shallow? visceral?) form of art. It can be done in any medium that conveys imagery with sound. (look, hear, eye, ear). So far, mine are mostly drawings on paper.The compositions are not planned out ahead of time; they’re in the same neighborhood as automatic drawing, but with a little more conscious control. Words are (supposed to be) chosen strictly for their phonetic relation to each other rather than for meaning. It’s not exactly like dada poetry, in which sound is emphasized, because the words are not selected at random. I am (usually) trying to make combinations of sounds that are separated from their definitions, although since it’s a form of free association, associations do appear, (and are permitted to hang around). I tend to use near rhymes more than actual rhymes, because I like the idea of subtle sound and syntax connections and evolutionary changes in the sequences.There’s a dualism to the process for me, in the sense that the rules and constraints that I set for myself force me to work within this framework of non-meaning, while it’s pretty much impossible (at least for me) to really adhere to that construct. My mind is constantly trying to insert symbolism and meaning into the drawings and words. I like that conflict, though, and really, it’s a major part of the appeal for me. So I end up at kind of a halfway point between sense and nonsense. or calculated randomness. Non-representational representation. or something. Anyway, I like it that way; I find it to be more interesting, funnier, and somewhat revelatory.In the interest of full-disclosure, many of these drawings were created after drinking a lot of beer, and two of them are in japanese.So here are 20 drawings from the aesthetic phonetic sketchbook.

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