The Addams Family is not your typical family: it delights in most of the stuff that would terrify normal people. Gomez Adams is an extremely wealthy man who can satisfy any appetite of his wife Morticia, whether it is the growing of poisonous plants or a candlelit dinner in a cemetery. People who visit the Addams Family just don’t seem to notice the 7-foot-tall butler named Lurch or the helping hand, which is just a hand called “Thing.” By Murray Chapman
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AN EPITAPH FOR CHARLIE PHILLIPS
As good as talking is,
Silence is better
Now for me…
If you don’t mind,
I’ll just sit here quietly,
Thinking of an old man’s life,
And how, with his great loud eyes,
He would clatter frequently
Of being wrongly seen,
His lessening sentience, and
The joy he’d feel writing piecemeal
Poems for those few who cared…
Intercourse was tentative at first… And
With a certain regard
I’d listen (a bit) cautiously,
To Charlie’s weird ramblings about
How imperceptible he thought his life had started,
But how it had developed into something larger,
And more meaningfully oriented, despite
How hopelessly frayed he felt,
It seemed, from
One issue to another,
He speculated often why (so many)
Efforts of his had sunk (so often) into doom,
And sinking still were sunk despite his best attempts,
And the piety he displayed towards those who
Construed his life with contempt…
As I came to learn;
Something ate at Charlie always…
Of vain conceit,
His shifting moods
Began to wear on me,
Particularly those times he
Would lash out, cussing bitterly,
Because of some notion he had that
I wasn’t listening properly…
And always then
I could hear the knot
In his throat quavering as
He yanked-on his old Army boots
And stomp away into the mud, blood,
And urine of another timeworn battle…
Despite all sincerity,
There was seldom any clarity
And the same
With exhausting regularity…
But always, after his huff, he would find
Me without fail, (no matter where)
And approach me nervously,
But after a few swigs
(From his tarnished old flask)
He would relax, and
Being more confident then,
I would see (deep in his eyes)
A nub of a thought
Rising up slightly
But it wouldn’t be clear until
The booze had had its effect and then
He would look me in the eyes, apologize, and
Petition Jesus earnestly for words to share…
And when the words came,
(Which they always seemed to do)
He would scribble them down
And speak them aloud,
As his eyes
Newfound joy, and
His heart burst with hope.
But then, always,
(As the effects
Of the whiskey lessened)
A dark gloom would fall upon him,
And he would ramble bitterly about the
Details of his life as if they were vanishing…
Out of the blue one evening
A police officer contacted me;
They’d found Charlie
And, from all appearances,
Robbed by a thug, on the very
Bench he claimed his own.
So I threw on a coat
And rushed out to see,
If there was something I could do…
Maybe, I thought, he was distraught, or bruised,
Or somewhat confused, and just needed help from me…
But what I’d thought was for naught…
What I was shown,
After being ushered in,
Was a man lying on a gurney–
Drawn and raddled– in a frigid room,
And ‘round his arm the plastic tag read
The attendant handed me
A plastic bag with his personals
And a dog-eared notebook of poetry;
Uneasily, with a welling emotion,
I thumbed through
And was shocked to see
The last entry was written for me.
Our friendship never once decreed
A friend in need a friend indeed
An honest friend who sees a need
Will not impede a friendly deed
To pettiness we won’t accede
An honest friend will force no creed
And so it was for you and me
Your friendly deeds did all succeed.
So let the night sky cover you
Now that you’re gone Charlie, and let
Your poetry weave a bridge to heaven’s gate.
Take heart, old friend, because of what you believed, the
Higher mercies will take both your hands now and usher you
Into the happy life you were never given on this Earth…
richard lloyd cederberg
AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY 2019
RICHARD was born in Chicago Illinois. He is the progeny of Swedish and Norwegian immigrants. Richard began his journey into the arts at age six. For twelve years he played classical trumpet. Then… the wonderful incursion of British music influenced him to put down the trumpet and take-up acoustic and electric guitar. Richard began writing songs and lyrics and poetic construct. He performed in 17 professional bands. He played clubs, halls, cabarets, and concerts in Europe, Canada, across the USA, Alaska, and even Whitehorse in the Yukon Territories. Richard’s band SECRETS was one of the top four Pop-Jazz bands in San Diego for 5 years. In 1995 Richard was privileged to design and build his own Midi-centered Recording Studio ~ TAYLOR & GRACE ~ where he worked until 2002. During that time, he composed, and multi-track recorded, over 500 compositions. Only two CD’s were compiled: WHAT LOVE HAS DONE and THE PATH. Richard retired from music in 2003…. RICHARD’S POETRY uses various inspirations: nature, history, relationships (past and present), parlance, alliteration, metaphor, characterization, spirituality, faith, eschatology, and art. He relishes the challenge of poetic stylization: Rhythmical, Poetic/Prose, Triolets, Syllable formats, Story-Poems, Freeform, Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, and Acrostic. Richard has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize.
PUBLISHED BOOKS: The MONUMENTAL JOURNEY SERIES integrates adventure, mystery, and historical fiction. Journey on the schooner Heimdall with Dr. Gabriel Proudmore, John, Helga, Betsy, Garrett, Captain Olaf Amundsen, Rorek Amundsen, Anders (the Norse) Vildarsen, and Rolf the Wolfhound…
1. A MONUMENTAL JOURNEY…
2. IN SEARCH OF THE FIRST TRIBE…
3. THE UNDERGROUND RIVER…
4. BEYOND UNDERSTANDING…
5. BETWEEN THE CRACKS… a spinoff from the MJ Series…
NEW BOOKS being written or compiled:
A NEW RACE OF HuMAN’S… an eschatological drama. Follow the lives of Grant Callarman (the Christian), Peter Pegarian (the plagiarist/conman), Haddon Hathaway (the Humanist), and Professor Wilmington Jonah (the doubting intellect) as they experience the traumatizing global translation of the saints, Daniels 70th Week, and the Millennium, where they all are destined to meet once again.
UNDER SILENT BRIDGES… a diversified collection of Richard’s poetic invention, short-stories, and essays. MEC’s photography.
Abstract art is either contrived or discovered or both. It is often a search for what is in the stone after you carve it. Interpretation and perception, though, are determined by the viewer and the artist. If the artist paints the Mona Lisa and you buy it because it looks like your Aunt Marge, the perception of the painting is entirely different than the “intent” of the artist. Artists speak a language of intent.
The artist is Artvilla’s D M Jackson, “David Michael Jackson”.
“I seek to represent the transcendence of non-didactic line and form from intent to perception.”
Every time this painting became about something, I said, “It’s not about that.” and I painted it out. Intent? Modern art is defined by intent. Each edition of our search has been about intent. The intent was to glorify God, to capture history and reality, then to portray the moment and the changing light, then to escape the portrayal of reality, then to use pure color to elicit emotion. Modern art is about the intent as stated by the artist. I seek to have no intent, to leave interpretation to the viewer. I seek to use shapes and lines that suggest but do not represent such that I may discover meaning myself without letting the paint decide as with drip painting. I want that feeling of not quite knowing from where this painting came. That, to me, adds the mystery of the subconscious, the mystical or the spiritual. Maybe the journey went from from painting for God to letting God paint the picture?
“I’d love to do an installation where Jade is rotated by a stepper motor in increments of 90 degrees on a timer or with a remote. It took an engineer to put a motor on a painting.
Children visit Artvilla. They come for our art lessons. We have rotated the painting for them.
78″ x 49″ Oil on Canvas.
To view Jade full screen, go to our new site https://modernartby.com/d-m-jackson/jade/
Here is another example of interpretive shapes without an up or down. Again unsigned.
Abstract in Black and Red, 22″ x 30″ Watercolor and marker on Arches, 1995
Here are some D M Jackson images, some of which date to 1998 or before, where orientation was determined by the artist after the painting was completed.. Names have been omitted because those shapes may represent something other than what you see. Naming abstract art is nearly impossible. The first need for a name is usually a file name. That is a suggestion of what the form is to the artist at the moment a name was required and is, often, given reluctantly. Every painting can’t be named, “What does it mean to you?”
D M Jackson…….9-16-2019….email@example.com
October 4th marked a October 2017 Book Release Reading of new books from Scars Publications, which saw the release of the books “Forbidden” from cc&d magazine and “a Finch in the Window” from Down in the Dirt magazine. In this reading event with multiple readings, Janet Kuypers read performance art poetry material from both of these books, in additional to an extra haiku from “Forbidden” and two additional poems from “a Finch in the Window”.
Janet Kuypers writings read from the cc&d 10/17 “Forbidden”:
“the Meaning of Art”
“Corner Stone Against Slavery”
“a Declaration of Female Freedom”
“One of the Most Hated Women in America”
“a Poetic History”
her haiku “unbounded”
Janet Kuypers writings read from Down in the Dirt’s book “a Finch in the Window”:
“origin, from the macro to the micro”
“violence and peace both work”
“This Halloween Again”
Book_Release_readings_at_Half_Price_Books for a full listing of not only these videosm but also a series of images from this live reading.
From Haleigh Morphis:
When I drew if it was supposed to be like you’re walking into judgement day and expecting something impressive and magical and it’s just three skeletons in a back room smokin’ cigs around a table who hold up your # score when you walk in. The image was hilarious to me.
The recent high prices for a Bansky and the emergence of “Street Art” has caused a refreshing upset in the art world and in our perceptions of art. This “outsider” movement brings us back to the excitement of the image itself and how it relates to culture. Bansky points to culture. Here Morphis points playfully to our beliefs.
Both are refreshing.