Don Yorty

The Monkey at 9th and C

… I’m not exactly sure when the monkey appeared on my apartment building’s wall. I look at him every day coming and going. No one has desecrated him yet. People walk by but they don’t destroy him. Art often appears … Continue reading →

In my words, October 14 – 20

27 Oct ’13

… I’ve been putting some chapbooks together, Sonnets 1 – 60. Working on the books myself and printing them out is helpful for the final editing whenever that may be. Just thinking of the poems in the hands of others … Continue reading →

In my words, October 7 – 13

21 Oct ’13

… On Tuesday afternoon I met Françoise on Rector Street at the R train’s downtown entrance because I wanted her to see the 9/11 Memorial before she returned to France. My friend lived, worked and wrote a novel in the … Continue reading →

Fucking

11 Oct ’13

… … for John and Ruth A bedroom. North Philadelphia. 1972 Ouvrez-moi cette porte où je frappe en pleurant. —Apollinaire Open this door where I knock weeping. … I I will come to you with a candle burning light a … Continue reading →

Sweet Mary

11 Oct ’13

….. I lived at home as a young man full of fears that paralyze I was a believer in truth and the truth was a lie then I slept with Sweet Mary and she made me realize there are more … Continue reading →

Sonnets 61 – 120

9 Oct ’13

… … 61 Things are often more beautiful at a distance, but not you. The closer the more inevitable you become. Before I thought beauty was what I saw, that the superficial awed, but I was wrong. Your skin is … Continue reading →

In my words, September 30 – October 6

7 Oct ’13

… What do you do when you don’t know what you’re doing? The first thing that comes to mind is to connect with something you’ve already done. The glass you drank from last night is dirty. Wash it. In the … Continue reading →

On Some Collages by Joseph Cornell

6 Oct ’13

… I like to see things as clearly as I can. I’ll slice anything you give me quicker than a Chinaman and more cleanly— Bloody meats and radishes a penis or a peach. Can’t you take the picture just like … Continue reading →

Leee Black Childers’ “Pulled Pork…Unseen Images from Warhol’s Only Play”

30 Sep ’13

… 9/13/13 I was a lucky duck and had one of the best times in a long time attending the opening night of the Leee Black Childers’ photography exhibition, “Pulled Pork…Unseen images from Warhol’s Only Play,” on Friday the 13th … Continue reading →

In my words, September 16 – 22

29 Sep ’13

… I’ve been thinking of my friend Curtis who died earlier this month, on September the 8th, 2003. His doctor called that Monday morning because he’d gone into a coma. I was the guy who pulled the plug and had … Continue reading →

In my words, September 9 – 15

22 Sep ’13

… When I was a kid, September made me happy because I looked forward to school and the new beginning that meant. In September summer ended, but the jars of beans, peaches, tomatoes, grape jelly and pickled cucumbers that my … Continue reading →

In my words, September 2 – 8

15 Sep ’13

… South Mountain, PA Sunday morning I was puzzled by an animal at a distance in the field. At first I thought it was a bird, not the usual crow, but a brown bird whose beak became a sliver of … Continue reading →