Month: September 2012

First Painting by David Michael Jackson Ever Shown in Public

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Dog Painting

September 18, 2012

Painting of Dog placed in

Moxie’s Window in Murfreesboro, Tennessee

twenty years after it was painted.

The day was unheralded and

three dogs would have been seen

walking by

but all dogs are no longer

free and must be walked

daily by

people who are not walking by Moxie

but

I

was.

Thank you Moxie

 

 

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I’m trying to come out of my shell. My little town has an Art Walk now and I’m showing some pieces for the first time. My images have been on the net since 1996. I have, however been in my shell.

 

 

 

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I Muttered Poem

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he spoke
I held the phone away from my ear
will he ever stop
I brought the phone back
“Oh yeah”, I muttered
away went the phone
will he ever stop
I clicked the mouse
“You’re kidding”, I muttered
tiny mice grabbed my brain and
wrenched it
twisted it
I grimaced
I grimaced
My face contorted into
a tortured ogre
then I remembered
he’s my friend
and I’d be lost
without him.

david michael jackson September 21, 2012

Take All of Me Billie Holiday

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Oh Billie

I can hear you in the train as it

cries out in the night

Chicago

Memphis

New Orleans

Oh Billie

I can hear you in the

way my memories fall in  little

pieces on the stair

Oh Billie can you make that horn player play

Don’t explain

Take all of me
Take all of me
Take all of me
Don’t leave anything behind
Don’t leave anything behind

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P0hG3sD0-E&feature=related

 
 
 

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Poem : A Fish Story by Seymour Shubin

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Child's fish drawing

A Fish Story

We took our little son to a carnival
He must have been five or six
And we came across a game
Which if you won, you won a goldfish.
I didn’t want a goldfish but my son did
So I threw something that connected
With something
And the little boy came home with a goldfish
in a water-filled plastic bag
He was so happy and we were happy
For him
But the next morning he came to our bed
Crying
It seems he tried to change the water
But he did it over the toilet
And the fish dropped down
Forever lost
The boy was crying so hard, poor thing
And so I told him that the fish
Had made its way to the river
And was with his mother and father and brothers and sisters
And friends, oh yes friends
A 60 year old lie which I wish I could believe in now
To meet my mother and father and sisters
And brother again
And oh yes, all those old friends.

Poem by Seymour Shubin   Drawing by Michael Franklin 1999, age 6

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Socks in the Corner Poem

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My brain is tired

the left side

in the front

the part that thinks

it’s in charge.

I drink the bottled water and try to

make the other side say that it is there

that I don’t have to add things up

that the socks in the corner will be

fine for now

that it all didn’t matter anyway

but the socks in the corner

need washing

and they lie there staring at me

like dishes

 

 

 

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