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William

ptownpoet

About Me

i'm a poet who's been out meandering and settled in san francisco. and an artist. i've lived in new orleans, barcelona, paris, nyc (and points in between). great believer that a good cup of coffee and a glass of wine can solve your ills.

i know the value of relationships but can't seem to read the manual through to the key parts. something about sustainability. not particularly political, though Berkeley's proximity sometimes does strange things. my pulse quickens and i start reading bumper stickers aloud.

My Interests

pasta, coffee, wine, vodka. meandering. schlepping. film, but nothing current. theater. experimental art forms - installation, performance. relationships in various forms.

Paris is my favorite city, Rome and Venice very closely follow. but my favorite place is Provincetown. have an ambivalent relationship with Barcelona, and though i lived there for a year, we're not a good fit. amsterdam tends to go hazy in my memory - i wonder why?

I'd like to meet:

fellow poets, lyricists, screenwriters. experimental artists. someone unable to stop cooking pasta and pizza. or baking raisin bread. but while i'm rambling, i have a weakness for acoustic guitars, indie singers. wait! i'm having a sally field moment, and i'd like to thank Ester Goldberg for being fabulous . . . .

Music:

buddha bar, gipsy kings, sondheim, miles davis, puccini, fado . maybe throw in a bit of neil young, nina simone

Movies:

sunset boulevard, the last starfighter, everything is illuminated, amelie. gotta love 'the trouble with harry', proof that shirley maclaine was young. 'rope' is always worth another look.

Television:

dexter (opening credits,titles alone make it worthwhile), heroes, torchwood, stargate sg1/atlantis, eureka, nothing with a laugh-track, pbs mystery, spooks, regenesis (thanks, Canada), the state within (please, jerry bruckheimer, stop reciting textbook gobblegook).

Books:

currently reading 'The Unconsoled' by Kazuo Ishiguro. any Nero Wolfe, mysteries from the late 30's to early 40's, some pulp fiction from the 30's and 40's, (is it politically incorrect to like the 'charlie chan' books?, cause i do). all the Donna Leon novels (if you love Venice, then you must).

Heroes:

einstein, buddha, lao-tse

My Blog

endings

scattered, in the windi've gone down from heavenmade some wings of saltcan't you smell the ashes scattered ?just like honey in the windyou've been walking for the sundownold black hymnal singing choir...
Posted by William on Thu, 15 May 2008 09:10:00 PST

a short little frivol for your evening

the accountantI was meant, I think, to be an accountant. But I have one blue eye, and one brown eye. And my hair fights me every morning. So primarily (and secondarily as well) I will never find cpa b...
Posted by William on Fri, 09 May 2008 08:47:00 PST

retrospective

many of you have never read my 'tales'. most of them were published 2 years ago and merit some brief revival, i hope. so chill your favorite wine or ale in anticipation. meanwhile . . .The Pastor's Ta...
Posted by William on Wed, 07 May 2008 08:36:00 PST

can you remember ?

the floathe was an immoderate man, choking d-flats intohis steel horn, riffing down ill-tempered a-sharpsugary crusty donut shaped violationshe throned those iron steps scratched outfrom his bedroom w...
Posted by William on Wed, 07 May 2008 09:45:00 PST

before you go to sleep

the haiku of prayerdon't hurt medon't hurt melovedon't hurt metoday
Posted by William on Wed, 07 May 2008 09:37:00 PST

a soft spot for sammy

sammyare you sleeping, silly sammy, here by highway 95, lyingon the daisies, warm beneath the august sun, are you dreaming,little fella, miles from all the city's ash, getting comfortswhere you may, b...
Posted by William on Fri, 02 May 2008 11:12:00 PST

have you forgotten me ???

jimmygentle jimmydied tonight8:04 pm is nearly darknot black in mourningsoft with gray, rich in shadesbut i'll go walkingheel to toecareful where the streetsbend unliti'll jump across the alleywayshid...
Posted by William on Thu, 01 May 2008 08:59:00 PST

an untidy gift

the hot house flower leg crossed over knee, with fine display of tan socks, loose and overwashed socks, j c penney season 1974, no doubt recovered, no doubt discarded, or are they beige ? he may be ...
Posted by William on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 12:42:00 PST

before you sleep

losti’m gone lostmercyand i’m gone out of dreamsain’t i?yes, i say i been travelinfar off places, causeyou love your bitsof sweet romancelovin butterflies, darkerflowers, glowin in t...
Posted by William on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 08:56:00 PST

back to the streets

ifchurchy boys, wauling down on 7th streettappy with some hymnals, and jumpingwith their fever, oh lordy, if my old graypants, ifbut i don’t listen to the whispering of the sonno sugah, don&rsqu...
Posted by William on Wed, 19 Mar 2008 11:30:00 PST