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About Me

I came out of nowhere and I expect to return to the same location. While here, I try to be good to my friends and understand everyone else. I've been a millhand, a baker, a student, a teacher; lost, found, disoriented and hot on the track. I've had a lot of work published: poetry, fiction, journalism, satire, horoscopes, essays, interviews and odd little things without categories. I used to edit a small magazine. If I rejected your poem, it was nothing personal. If I have nothing else to do I like to read. I enjoy walking, preferrably where there is something to see. I've noticed that there is always something to see, even if you have to use your imagination. It's good to use your imagination. It might even be essential.

My Interests

Wild plants, water, animals, practical things, traveling, getting the story straight.I have a liking for things that go well together. I appreciate the benefits of patience. I want to know things about where I am, who I'm with, what I might do next. I'm interested in whether the rodents of the arctic will feel right next spring when they emerge from hibernation. I wonder why everybody has a car, especially those with nowhere to go. What's wrong with moving a little slower? I'm interested in empirical proofs, but more interested in intuitive grasp.

I'd like to meet:

I'd like to meet the person who invented cheese. I'd like to meet myself coming back the other way.I really don't like to just meet people, I like to get to know them. I'd like to meet someone in the park later.I'd like to meet you but I wouldn't feel I know you until we'd faced some sort of challenge together.I'd like to meet the tide. I'd like to meet or exceed expectations. I'd like to meet some more of those folks who rub you the wrong way at first but later turn out to be so talented and energetic and focused that they were not really being arrogant, but preoccupied. Turning over some raw egg of the mind while the rest of us go stumbling in and out of doors acting important. I'd like to meet some people who can really tell it like it is. A few more of those, please.

Music:

I love music

Movies:

The Godfather I and 2, The Ox-Bow Incident, The Man With No Past, etc.

Television:

Television? It's a black hole, a disaster, and a travesty.

Books:

The entire ouevre of William T. Vollman. Likewise Jim Harrison, Eduardao Galeano, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Cormac McCarthy, Gertrude Stein, Rachel Carson, Sharon Doubiago, Leonard Cirino, Pablo Neruda, Count Tolstoy. Violette Leduc, Ken Kesey (especially Sometimes A Great Notion), and quite a few others.

Heroes:

I have a hard time with the idea of heroes. At different times I've been favorably impressed and influenced by a great many people for different reasons.

My Blog

Peak performance

I doubt I’ll ever have a reading as much fun as last Thursday at Luna’s. If you were there, you know what I mean. Or maybe I should limit myself to one ten-minute reading per year to preve...
Posted by Crawdad on Fri, 28 Mar 2008 09:17:00 PST

ocean stuff

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Posted by Crawdad on Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:00:00 PST

keeping it Simple

Hiding OutAfter the rain for two hoursfrogs on cascarasin the meadow below themin full voice --now that tall firparts the mistand the moon is a shovel.I go out, come in, a breeze rattles alone through...
Posted by Crawdad on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 10:54:00 PST

Cover Story

http://www.northcoastjournal.com/020708/cover0207.html The link should take you to my story in the North Coast Journal. People who want a paper copy should let me know--I expect to have a li...
Posted by Crawdad on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 06:38:00 PST

vacation vacancy

Careful, even casual visitors will note that I haven't blogged in 4 or 5 months. But who's counting? that doesn't mean I haven't written anything. Look at this: http://prosilence.wordpress.com/ Of cou...
Posted by Crawdad on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 06:22:00 PST

poetry

I'm not writing a poem today, in fact I'm not even really thinking about it. But I still care. Don't know why, really. There must be something to it, but after the reading I went to last week, I can't...
Posted by Crawdad on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 07:01:00 PST

outgoing tide

Thinking about what I might do at the reading tonight, I was going through files over the weekend. Found a few odds and ends. Got to thinking about how pretty much everything is made up of odds and en...
Posted by Crawdad on Mon, 17 Sep 2007 11:17:00 PST

desert madness

This is fictionMy upbringing was a violent storm. I can say it now: everyone's dead, there are no feelings to hurt. We lived on the road. I can't say where it all started, but I can say how it ended. ...
Posted by Crawdad on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:14:00 PST

somethin

Crawling out of marine layers, out of salts and orescarving onward through raindriving against persistent heat miragesdancing on fire above steelthe coyote with a singed pawthe mule deer with nose to ...
Posted by Crawdad on Sat, 01 Sep 2007 12:16:00 PST

more mud

When I go along the stream I have my dogat heel and we decipherscrimshawed raven tracksaround a decayed fish, its eyes on heaven,turned inward, blued over,mostly pecked away. I keep looking at the tow...
Posted by Crawdad on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 02:27:00 PST