Big Hammer No. 10 | Iniquity Press
In Memory of Michael Pingarron and Paul Gleason Continue reading
In Memory of Michael Pingarron and Paul Gleason Continue reading
Hold it
This is an opportunity.
What’s our message?
No message!
Too many messages!
No message!
A little message won’t hurt…
Let us loiter together
& know one another…
by Harry Partch Continue reading
REMEMBERANCES
I don’t remember the reason we sat in front of Rite Aid that night. Someone needed a prescription filled. I do remember my mom banging her paims on the steering wheel, Asking, “Why did you ever become a writer?” “I don’t know mom. it was you and dad that bought me a desk for Christmas.” “That’s because your 6th grade teacher told us you had potential to be a professional writer. Not poetry, music and that other stuff.” She was visibly angry at the situation which brought us together. We were picking up pills for her husband Bob I now remember. It was the eve of his disappearance. Entering one hospital after another. Finally – allowed to rest – we surrounded Bob with the Lord’s Prayer. Such remembrance strangely triggered by a Leonard Cohen self-portrait – A drawing of his face – left lobe opened – in which he scrawled:
I never found the girl
I never got rich
Follow me
– John Lunar Richey Continue reading