The Void

The Void

THE VOID No space is empty. Technically, there is no void, and yet, somehow, there is. * Time and space may not be linear, but that is how we perceive them within our reality, and until the time comes, that we learn to perceive all dimensions of time and space at once, then we are stuck in linear time. * Within our limited perception we think we can see the physical space around us, what we take up, what we move about, gaseous clouds, walking through space is what we are. Miracles. it’s crazy that we don’t simply dissipate, that we even exist, and yet here we are living and breathing taking up space moving within it, taking it for granted and choosing to spend our days sharing some of this space with other seemingly gaseous finite being while in fact we are that space that we take up the space is us, we are only alive in relation to this universe that we occupy and the space isn’t ours, it’s the other way around. Once again we tend to perceive everything backward. Houston, Texas April 17 I’ll probably continue to tweek this poem, or maybe not.   Peace & Love François Pointeau please buy my books: BEER SONGS FOR THE LONELY and GOOD FEELING SEVEN SHORT STORIES Locally, my books are available in Austin, Texas at Book People, Malvern Books and Half Price Books (2222 & Lamar) My books are also available in Houston, Texas at Wired Up on Dunlavy &...
“Application for Release from the Dream” by Tony Hoagland

“Application for Release from the Dream” by Tony Hoagland

Just read the following book, Application for Release from the Dream by Tony Hoagland, and I enjoyed it. I think I’ll read it again. A few times. I’ve taken out three brief excerpts from the book, they are small sections of three different poems. To get the full effect, you’ll have to buy the book and read it for yourself. I had never heard of Mr. Hoagland before buying his book. Below is how I came to buy his book, take it home, and read it. If you haven’t stepped inside a bookstore in a while, you should try out your local book selling establishment, and talk with the person behind the counter. Tell them what you like, what you’re in the mood for, and how much you want to spend. Then ask them to pick out a couple of titles for you. It’s kind of fun. That’s how I shop for wine as well. The reality TV show brought together fat white Alabama policemen and African American families from Detroit to live together on a custom-made plantation for a month. America: stupidity plus enthusiasm is a special king of genius. (excerpt from the poem Eventually the Topic) I rode my bike to my local bookseller, Brazos Bookstore. I was looking for a specific book. They didn’t have it. That’s often the case. I tend bar down the street, and one of my customers is an 80 year old poet who has published over twenty books in his lifetime. He told me that Brazos might have at least one of his books. They didn’t. I was disappointed. But then...
Discovering Houston, Texas

Discovering Houston, Texas

Houston. I’ve been here for a few weeks now. All is good. The first few weeks were difficult for various reasons that I won’t go into so as not to bore you to death. Mostly job and money related. The good news, is that I’m starting to get my bearings a bit, and that I finally have a job I’m happy with. My apartment is right smack in the center of town, and I’m pretty close to just about anywhere I want to go. There’s plenty of places for me to hit on foot, where I don’t have to worry about driving, and if my car were to break down–knock on wood that won’t happen–I wouldn’t be stranded, as my job is but a few blocks from my apartments, and I can make it to groceries and just about anything else vital either on foot or by bike.   That being said, Houston is one hell of a big town. It was built on a swamp, and it’s one hell of a sprawl. To give you some perspective, (according to Wikipedia) Houston spans 639.1 square miles (1,625.2 square Km) and has an approximate population of 2.3 million people, that’s a general density of 3,662 people per square mile (1,414/km). Compare that to Paris, France. A city where I’ve also lived. That city also has an approximate population of 2.3 million people, except the general average density is 55,000 people per square mile (21,000 per square km), and the city itself (intramuros) is 40.7 square miles (105.4 square km). Greater Houston, Texas is 1,660 square miles! Covering more space than...
Trip to the Coffee Shop

Trip to the Coffee Shop

I went to my local coffee shop without my computer this morning. On purpose. I took two books with me: ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT, by Richard Brautigan, and THE COMPLETE COSMICOMICS, by Italo Calvino. And yet, I felt left out. Everybody else was buried inside their laptops. It was like a bunch of laptops came to the coffee shop, and brought along their humans for entertainment. So, so as not to feel completely left out, I buried myself inside my smartphone. @lovieolivia did our new gorgeous menu! Thank you so much. Come check it out and try some of our new items Houston! A post shared by Black Hole Coffee House (@blackholecoffee) on Oct 19, 2016 at 7:09am PDT OWEN BARFIELD — POETRY DICTION She has her thumb over the first letter. At first I thought it was a P, as in Parkfield, however–thank god for smartphones! I look it up on my portable brain and see that it is a B, and that it isn’t PARK but BARF– the excuses I use to dive into a screen, any screen! I cannot extricate myself. She is reading a book. Amazing things happen still, even in today’s world, and I climb out of my e-verse to look at her, me trying not to look creepy or be creepy, or anything else that might seem less than acceptable or advisable, so I plunge back to “learn about the publisher” Wesleyan: who are they, where are they from, what do they publish? Lots of poetry it turns out. Back inside the device where everything is safe not as fluid or...
New Book Placement, Life Keeps Going

New Book Placement, Life Keeps Going

This afternoon, I scored a new placement for my books. Both of them. I’m rather excited about this, so I’m telling you about it. Simple communication strategy. I write and you read. I talk and you listen. I listen and you sing to me. Hopefully you eventually show me in words, songs, and body language what I need to know. And if in case you hadn’t heard, I live in Houston, Texas. Moved here in January of the year of our Monkey 2017. So it ain’t been that long since I’ve been here. This cool little book & record store on Dunlavy and Westheimer in the heart of Montrose decided that both BEER SONGS FOR THE LONELY and GOOD FEELING SEVEN SHORT STORIES should live within their walls. That makes me happy. Please read my books. Please tell me what you think. Even if it’s something close to: Fuck you Asshole for writing this fucking Shit and bothering to get it printed on perfectly good paper that could have been used for something useful! Though obviously, I would rather you tell me I’m a genius 🙂 WIRED UP has very few books on their shelves, and they decided to carry my books. That’s really cool, and it makes me very happy… feeling funny inside like I’ve just eaten a huge breakfast and I now get to hang out on a park bench on a sunny day. I bought a copy of ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT (Heartworm Press 2016), by Richard Brautigan, at the book store in question while I was filling out the consignment paperwork. This collection...