Don Yorty

Fucking

… … 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 →

In my words, August 26 – September 1

2 Sep ’13

… It’s been muggy in the mountains; hot and always about to rain, the flies biting, stinging the legs. When the sun was out, I chased after the butterflies around the Rose of Sharon and the pond trying to catch … Continue reading →

Sonnet for Rosa Parks

27 Aug ’13

… Out of the ordinary there will come from time to time the good and very brave extraordinary, someone who can save us from our own damned selves and make us one humanity. Children take Rosa Parks for an example, … Continue reading →

In my words, August 19 – 25

26 Aug ’13

… Years ago when I was flush, I bought a bunch of passes to the Russian Baths on 10th Street. Cleaning through drawers, I found the card with one pass left. It’s been over seven years, but believe it or … Continue reading →