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mr. jhd (writing)

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About Me

Pull up a chair, grab a bottle of vino, and let's swap words for a while. My name is James Duncan, and you can read my work by visiting www.jhdwriting.com . I take writing seriously, but not so much life in general. Kerouac advised against it, and so I take heed. I hail from upstate NY and I am currently living in squalor in the southwest. I'm a hermit and I love it. I'm working on a second novel and I have a new collection of poetry and short stories titled Ballast . I have two other books of poetry, one titled Thrift Store Majestic and the first collection is titled Welcome to the night shift and you can find both at my website - www.jhdwriting.com . My poems have been welcomed by Reed Magazine, Plainsongs, The Homestead Review, The Aurorean (as well as The Unrorean), Peninne Ink, Jones AV., Ward 6 Review, Void Magazine, Albatross Magazine, Thick With Conviction, drown in my own fears, decomP, Dark Party Review, and The Culture Star Reader, to name a few. I'm a recovering political junkie who still has a passing interest in NPR, newspaper journalism, publishing, editing, reading anything I can get my hands on, road stories, train hopping, car trips, planes, boats, scooters, wine tastings, old movies, eating in, eating out, poetry and wine in the tub, writing snail mail on a typewriter, pub dwelling, chess, gin/rummy, and writing until 4am with a good bottle of one sort or another by my side. Oh, and I can outcook your mother on Thanksgiving with my eyes closed. Yeah, it's like that. Feel free to say hello now and again. Stay tuned for excerpts of my works, publishing updates, and other assorted tid-bits. Please: DO NOT advertise your books in my comments section. I don't do it to you, don't do it to me. And please don't leave glittery holiday comments on my page, especially if that is the only time I ever hear from you. Thanks.

My Interests

Let our scars fall in love - Galway Kinnell *****"Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat." - Robert Frost *****“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” - Carl Sandburg ***** For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. - Charles Bukowski *****A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." ~Soren Kierkegaard ***** If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.- Anais Nin ***** The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars - Jack Kerouac

I'd like to meet:

Each month I select 4 or 8 writers, poets, magazines, or just very hip friends I admire and think you will enjoy visiting. Check them out below. They change each month, so keep checking back. I'm always open to meeting fellow artists, poets, writers, and readers of anything. Drop me a line any time you wish.

Music:

Jazz or classical while writing. Shins, Spoon, Miles Davis, Ryan Adams, Interpol, Old 97's, Decemberists, Beck, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Rolling Stones, Beatles, Tom Petty, Weezer, Eels, Toadies, 80's one-hit-wonders, etc. I always like having music playing somewhere, and NPR is a must.

Movies:

I'm a fan of classic films. Any movie with Humphrey Bogart: Casablanca, Key Largo, Sahara, To Have and Have Not, The Big Sleep, Sabrina, Maltese Falcon, African Queen, etc. Most Hitchcock movies (Rear Window is genius), The Marx Brothers, anything by Wes Anderson (Darjeerling Limited was fantastic), Sideways, all Scorsese films, Reservoir Dogs, Pan's Labyrinth was quite good, Little Miss Sunshine, anything with Will Ferrell, Kelly's Heroes, a random assortment of foreign films, B-horror films, silent films, short films, and documentaries. A western now and again as well, Wayne or Eastwood. I'm a guy, cannot be helped.

Television:

I killed my TV before it killed me...but I like Benny Hill, Are You Being Served, and old Python. It's funny, but most of the people I know who grew up Irish Catholic do too. Turner Classic Movies or American Movie Classics when I'm around a TV.

Books:

Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and Hunter S Thompson feel more like home than any other writers. Like three crazy uncles I have always looked up to...and always will. Joseph Heller, Donald Hall, John Steinbeck, Raymond Chandler, Dashiell Hammett, Mickey Spillane, Kurt Vonnegut, J. D. Salinger, T.S. Eliot, William Carlos Williams, Li Po, Ray Bradbury, Ernest Hemingway, David Eggers, Paul Bowles, Pablo Neruda, Jonathan Lethem, Chuck Palahniuk, Sylvia Plath, Carl Sandburg, Matsuo Basho, Sara Teasdale, Sherman Alexie, Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Louis Stevenson, Henry David Thoreau, Douglas Adams, JRR Tolkien, Lloyd Alexander, Raymond Carver, Stephen King, Shakespeare (to a degree), George Orwell, H.G. Wells, Ezra Pound, Lewis Carroll, Galway Kinnell, Tom Robbins, many more.

Heroes:

Bogart, Hunter, Jack, Buk, Steinbeck. *****"The publishing business is a cruel and shallow money trench. A long plastic hallway where pimps and thieves run free and good men die like dogs. There is also a negative side." - Hunter S Thompson ***** I'll always feel at home in any book by Bukowski ***** Howard Hughes lives... .. height="350" width="425" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data=".." .. .. .. .. .. .. ..

My Blog

Everything and the hourglass (reprise)

This poem has been posted here before, but it was also just published in the Spring/Summer 2008 issue of The Aurorean. I hope you dig.   Everything and the hourglass     pressin...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Mon, 05 May 2008 04:47:00 PST

Heart-shaped rocks

Okay, because E didn't like to see "Yellow Birds" go away, maybe this one will appease the masses? :)   Heart-shaped rocks     heart-shaped rocks doused with wine bloodied little sto...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 09:18:00 PST

The comforts of history

This is a very old poem that was published in The Homestead Review'swinter 2007 edition (I just got my copy, a little delayed). It was one of those situations where I sent them a bunch of my...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:50:00 PST

In the mud-rain

A rough draft of a new piece...   In the mud-rain     spread your fingers wide in the mud-rain, slip into hands and walk while wondering what I’m wondering about your spinning r...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Sat, 05 Apr 2008 02:09:00 PST

Birds a blizzard

    Birds a blizzard     like black fluctuations of burning ink thousands of birds line the rooftops barbed power lines living through voice so many, like pestilence, and tog...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 07:13:00 PST

Snow in the window mind

  Snow in the window mind       a winter's age is measured slowly, with great care as somnolent memories are preserved in routine and tedium   we stay in we pack away ti...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 07:02:00 PST

It only takes one of them to get it right

      It only takes one of them to get it right     one of them couldn't get enough sometimes seven times a weekend we would come home early from parties or from camping we...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Sun, 22 Apr 2007 07:05:00 PST

November

This poem was published in Void Magazine one year ago.   November     bathtub dinner setting a drink, a book, a pen and the places I've scratched raw burning up and down my legs  ...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 09:38:00 PST

The Lucky Ones

From my book Thrift Store Majestic - www.jhdwriting.com       The lucky ones     shifting moments of fatigue keep me swayed and planted thinking of those drives and short men...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 12:29:00 PST

New poem

From my book Welcome to the night shift In the desert, where I hope to die I have a desert hilltop dreamwhere structure and silence alignthe days and nightsand time crawls like stoneat ...
Posted by mr. jhd (writing) on Mon, 15 Aug 2005 06:34:00 PST