You asked if anything
was bothering me
and I said no.
Are you sure?
Yes, I feel fine.
Really? Cause it seems like
something's bothering you.
Not really.
...
Are you sure
nothing's bothering you?
Well, these questions
are starting to get
on my nerves.
I knew something
was bothering you!
-Jim DuBois
March 5, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Lessons
I remember
playing piano
onstage with Trevor
at Fire & Water*.
I was reluctant because
I didn't know much
about playing piano.
People liked our song,
and afterwords
Trevor said,
"See, it didn't matter
how much you know,
you could still
entertain them."
I also remember
Attaboy** giving me
a drawing lesson.
I brought
my pen and paper
to the cafe,
and he said,
"Ok. Now draw, man,
draw!"
Another time
I saw
some modern sculpture
and said
to my artist friend,
"I don't get it,
I coulda done that,"
and he said,
"Sure, but
the difference between
you and this guy
is that you didn't."
A few weeks ago
when I was having
an open studio
to sell my art,
Kathy told me
what her brother says
about pricing his art:
"Keep raising the price
until you get nauseaus
and then sometimes
double it."
-Jim DuBois
Feb 23, 2010
* Fire & Water was a cafe in Northampton, MA
** Attaboy is the name of a friend of mine who used to live in Northampton
playing piano
onstage with Trevor
at Fire & Water*.
I was reluctant because
I didn't know much
about playing piano.
People liked our song,
and afterwords
Trevor said,
"See, it didn't matter
how much you know,
you could still
entertain them."
I also remember
Attaboy** giving me
a drawing lesson.
I brought
my pen and paper
to the cafe,
and he said,
"Ok. Now draw, man,
draw!"
Another time
I saw
some modern sculpture
and said
to my artist friend,
"I don't get it,
I coulda done that,"
and he said,
"Sure, but
the difference between
you and this guy
is that you didn't."
A few weeks ago
when I was having
an open studio
to sell my art,
Kathy told me
what her brother says
about pricing his art:
"Keep raising the price
until you get nauseaus
and then sometimes
double it."
-Jim DuBois
Feb 23, 2010
* Fire & Water was a cafe in Northampton, MA
** Attaboy is the name of a friend of mine who used to live in Northampton
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Old Cat
Look at the
O-L-D
cat lying in the sun
Look at the
green green grass
Look at the Cat
Look at the Sun
Sun
Sun
Sun
Cat
Cat
Cat
-Jim DuBois
Nov 21, 2003
O-L-D
cat lying in the sun
Look at the
green green grass
Look at the Cat
Look at the Sun
Sun
Sun
Sun
Cat
Cat
Cat
-Jim DuBois
Nov 21, 2003
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
Bone Memory Poet *
Bone Memory Poet
dwelling in the
blood marrow caves
telling the ancient stories
of the genetic ancestors,
the primates of days past.
These bones,
these caves,
were grown
so long ago
no one really remembers
but everyone knows
they go further back
than some find comfortable,
to rodents and bacteria,
mud and rocks,
strands of protein
from unknown shores
off the planet.
Bone memory leads us back
to the calcification
of our own skulls,
to the womb,
to the very first vertebra,
back further
to Africa
via our individual paths,
to tiny mammals,
an ice age
and the extinction
of the dinosaurs.
Speak, bone memory,
speak, bone memory,
speak!
Remind us of our
elemental nature,
of calcium and iron,
of our siblinghood
with water
and oxygen,
of our ability
to generate
electrical pulses
and create chemicals.
You've seen
all these things
and encoded them
in mysterious genetic runes
and protein alphabets.
Bone Memory Poet,
reminding us
of our foundations,
of our inner structure,
reminding us
that below
the cleverness and cognition
we are physical entities,
forces of nature.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 6, 2010
* title line from a friend of a friend
dwelling in the
blood marrow caves
telling the ancient stories
of the genetic ancestors,
the primates of days past.
These bones,
these caves,
were grown
so long ago
no one really remembers
but everyone knows
they go further back
than some find comfortable,
to rodents and bacteria,
mud and rocks,
strands of protein
from unknown shores
off the planet.
Bone memory leads us back
to the calcification
of our own skulls,
to the womb,
to the very first vertebra,
back further
to Africa
via our individual paths,
to tiny mammals,
an ice age
and the extinction
of the dinosaurs.
Speak, bone memory,
speak, bone memory,
speak!
Remind us of our
elemental nature,
of calcium and iron,
of our siblinghood
with water
and oxygen,
of our ability
to generate
electrical pulses
and create chemicals.
You've seen
all these things
and encoded them
in mysterious genetic runes
and protein alphabets.
Bone Memory Poet,
reminding us
of our foundations,
of our inner structure,
reminding us
that below
the cleverness and cognition
we are physical entities,
forces of nature.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 6, 2010
* title line from a friend of a friend
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Stars, and Ice
Walking back through the front field at night,
after feeding the cats at the barn,
we used to lay down and stare up at the stars
and feel the enormousness of their distance
and what it would be like
to just keep falling
up into the sky.
Sometimes when we came back that way
in the winter,
the whole hill would be covered
with ice-encrusted snow
and we used to lay down on our bellies
and slide slowly
all the way down.
Jim DuBois
Jan 1, 2010
after feeding the cats at the barn,
we used to lay down and stare up at the stars
and feel the enormousness of their distance
and what it would be like
to just keep falling
up into the sky.
Sometimes when we came back that way
in the winter,
the whole hill would be covered
with ice-encrusted snow
and we used to lay down on our bellies
and slide slowly
all the way down.
Jim DuBois
Jan 1, 2010
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