These are my creative whatchamacallits. Probably mostly written word, but I do some visual stuff from time-to-time.(All writing published here is owned by me unless cited otherwise.)
Commemorating my return from the dead with a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, and shitty poem.
Rickety bedspreads usurp Panama’s cagey claptrap,
fountains flipping pancakes and gusts—
over and under, precipitation of the blusts.
Blanket residue lingers on eyedew liddrops,
classass wonderment at the descriptor’s tainted affair—
a parched perthink of blatant curmudgeonly.
Padded barcell, perchance future foretell, listless godspell,
Little, miniature examples of accented blights—
Manouverment beside tire-flattened bodice of venison.
-By Jacob Gehman
Well, that didn’t last long…
I was really enjoying the whole “instagram” thing, but horror of horrors, my iDevice has disappeared without a trace, so I am now without an Instragraming photo-capable dohickey.
Life.
(Cue withering sigh.)
Maurice Sendak
I don’t think it is too horribly out of line to say that Maurice Sendak had a fairly big influence on my childhood. I suppose most people cite Where The Wild Things Are—and rightly so. But what I consumed perhaps most frequently and connected with most intimately were the Little Bear books.
Written by Else Holmelund Minarik, Sendak was merely the illustrator. “Merely”. HA—!
This image, perhaps more than any other, is iconic of my childhood. It’s a simple drawing of simple characters, at least compared to the explosion of grotesquery and awesomeness of the monsters from Where The Wild Things Are, but Little Bear is infused with such a magnificent personality.
Look at how Little Bear is posed, with his hat, the way his left foot is tipped—just so!, the way he’s gazing up at his mother with that little wave.
It is a great series of books, one which I still recommend people read—even if it is just aloud to their kids before bed.
Rest in Peace, Maurice.
That moment when the world stops. (Taken with instagram)
Ghostly spiders know the quickest way to terror.
