Poetic Brew, a monthly open mic for poetry in San Diego, recently posted a note on Facebook after the February event:
February’s Nanninga (made from fragments of February’s open mic reading)
Speak like a good dog
searching the reckless abandon
Like frothy waves lapping the seaside
where silent crickets tell us of war
Our horrified hearts refuse to answer
showcasing fingers pointed up and down:
the mind of an arrow but dead in the eye
Before this mountains fell like trees
and we, the husks of angels, would
spring to our feet in deafening applause,
too tired I suppose
To risk the fear of losing ….. CONTINUE READING–>
I hadn’t noticed the January post, where host Eber Lambert wrote “Each month the host will select catchy lines from the poems read that evening and compose a found poem from that. It will henceforth be called the “Nanninga” in honor of Bob Nanninga, the late host of the La Paloma poetry slam who could create these like no other.”
For those of you not familiar with Bob Nanninga, he was an actor, writer, purveyor of coffee, environmental activist and erstwhile host of the aforementioned Full Moon Poetry Slam in Encinitas, California.
It’s been just over a year since Bob passed away… so thanks Eber for the nice reminder! I can’t say Bob was a friend, but I did know him (back in my 101 Artists’ Colony days) and can say he was an asset to the Encinitas community.
And so, next time you go to an open mic, or a poetry slam or a DimeStories event… jot some notes, go home and write your own nanninga instead of a haiku or villanelle.
Clearly spring has sprung and it is time to go out to my garden.
The plot under my pergola is in need of tending.
The weather has warmed.
Spanish broom is in bloom.
I want to plant holly hocks.
So not only am I uncomfortable with the impermanence, now I find I must analyze, interpret, find some meaning in the lines and dots and dashes and swoops.
Both manifestations have what could be considered an eye. Is this the opening up of the eye? a reminder to see? to look at myself. Perhaps this is my third eye I am drawing. I wonder if I will get to the point that I can just let it be.
Yes, I know this is only day two. Yes, I know, I am over analyzing. It’s what I do. What do you think?
I’ve always wanted a Buddah Board, and I finally got one when I went to the Georgia O’Keefe Museum in Santa Fe. When I re-upped my membership I got a 20% discount at their museum shop for that day only, and I couldn’t resist.
There seems to be something soothing about the Buddah Board; it’s meditative and fun. But somehow I can’t completely buy into the idea, the purpose, the philosophy:
Buddha Board is based on the Zen concept of living in the moment. You simply paint on the surface with water and your creation will come to life in bold design. Then, as the water slowly evaporates, your art will magically disappear leaving you with a clean slate and a clear mind– ready to create a whole new masterpiece.
The impermanence unsettles me. And so, before I was able to touch my brush to the canvas I had to charge up my camera battery so that I could document each morning’s incarnation of art and meditation.
What does this say about me?
that there is only