Tagged: Michael Konik

Poem: Better Angels

Out on errands, out on foot seeing and breathing whatever passes for Nature in Hollywood, I – which means you-me-we-us – you were doing what you always do on gentle mornings cinematically sunlit from the back: you were noticing. Walking and noticing energy organizing in most attractive and repellent ways. Seeing a fraction of the...

Honestly

Folks who begin sentences about themselves with the word “honestly” are subtly implying that there are times, perhaps many times – this particular time when they’re talking to you being an exception, of course – when they’re not honest. That’s why they’re prefacing their personal revelation with a qualifier, a certification of authenticity. This time,...

Poem: Mind Your Business

When the angry mother of two successors to her gene pool behaved with an absence of cool failed to set a good example for her precious offspring neglected to teach them the importance of thinking about others as though they were sisters or brothers not competitors at a shrinking trough she was at that moment...

Samsara

The intent of the documentary “Samsara” is  to “illuminates the links between humanity and the rest of the nature, showing how our life cycle mirrors the rhythm of the planet.” Birth, life death: and repeat. The director and cinematographer Ron Fricke, working in ravishing 70mm film, guides us through the journey with no words, no...

Poem: Why Not Me?

My friend the genius musician artist said: “The three words that define Los Angeles are Why Not Me?” The correct question, as any enlightened person could tell you — and probably would if given an opportunity no matter how slender or conversationally tenuous, like a run-on sentence in an increasingly ponderous poem – the correct...

Poem: Your Choice

Where you want to put it, fool? On the dark? All right. I’ll say it again: All right. All right. You know it’s gonna be all right. Everything is gonna be all right even when it’s not. Perfection includes imperfection. And that includes you, fool. Perfectly imperfect worry machine, forgetting to clean behind the scene,...

Poem: Settled Issues

The darker the berry the sweeter the fruit. The higher the thread count the better the suit. Extraneous issues pretend to be moot. But inside our dreams they squawk and they hoot.   Now you want to challenge me? Pay the fee? Catastrophe of misunderstanding and misoversitting of petty hair-splitting and imprecise fitting – it’s...

Poem: Zen Situation

Anything that can be divided in half can be divided in half infinitely proving the impossible is the quotidian the magnificent mundane broadcasting to the edges where no one counts

Poem: Newsflash!

Pay attention urgent alert this matters more than anything that’s ever been on any screen in someone’s pocket  this is the news bombs are falling somewhere in a distant town the mother-in-law still sports a frown weak-chinned tyrants wear a sequined gown and so much more so many rhymes and shmazzle and music and flooneyooney...

Poem: Seeing Things

this peculiar ability to discern patterns amid chaos is the natural state of the universe or so we say when perfection exceeds our vision of what is possible and what is beyond mere possibility veering into realms explored in sweaty paperbacks and sterile laboratories where the where of who we are in the vastness is...