Howdy pardners… My name is still Richard F. Yates, and I’m sitting on the floor, cross-leggy, in front of a laptop perched on a two-decade old (plus) coffee table (which is decorated with baby scribbles and a few stickers. Creates a very lived-in feel.) My wife, Mariah, is leaving for work. (I work from home---reading student papers and trying to instruct them on possible ways to make the writing better…. More clear, more concise, more in keeping with the norms of academic writing. INTERESTINGLY, I know all the rules, but I choose to break them in my own writing! Ha! TAKE THAT, ACADEMIA!!! I write pourly on porpoise wen I right four fun!)
Where was I? Ah, I remember. I was on the floor being cold, covered in a blanket and typing into a laptop… Is it “into” a laptop or “with” a laptop…or “on” a laptop?
This is why I usually write into a notebook BEFORE typing. I’m an “ink on paper” kinda Holy Fool. I sense that I might be drifting a bit, so here’s an image I drew this morning in the free paint program that came with my computer:
I called it, “The Mornings Can Be Ruff,” and then I stole that title for this entire blog post. I’ve stolen from myself. (But only because I refused to SHARE with myself. I’m a bit of a jerk.)
I like silly arts, and I can prove it. Here are a few “shots” of some drawings from my notebooks and stuff BEFORE they were all cleaned up and colored and digitized and junk…
I’m no “old master” of an artist. I’ve never pretended to be very good at art---but what I AM good at is not giving a shit if what I draw is perfect! I’m a fan of “BAD ART” because, to me, that type of art is more interesting and entertaining. Slick, commercial art (made by advertising firms or by companies trying to sell products to kids) is all sanitized and boring. It tends to have all of the jagged bits sanded off, and it’s MEANT to be inoffensive and bland and a little bit “cute” (one of my least favorite words), and it's completely uninteresting to me.
My monsters and ghosts rarely have eyes that are the same size, don’t have proper anatomical features or realistic bone-structure. They just sort of crumble out of my pen onto the paper---all punk and jaggedy and wobbly with pointy teeth and extra eyes and (probably) a knife in their back pocket. You know, FUN!
Enough blathering about artz…let’s get to the POETRY! (I’m sure that’s why you came here, right?)
AND NOW, for the moment that we’ve all been waiting for, a brand new, never before published, hardly even seen by humanoid eyes LOW-KU!!!
002:
Flying thru the sky
Hungry pickle birds flap by
Ancient evil lives!
Thank you! Thank you! No, no… You’re too kind…. Please…
If you think you can write a worse poem, I’d like to see it! Thanks for stopping by my second #hiveblopomo for November 2021! Only 28 more to go! (It’s not too late to join the fun! 30 posts in 30 days! YOU CAN DO IT!!!!)
---Richard F. Yates
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