Sitting at the Roost,
pretending to be an intellectual,
or at least to be busy,
by writing thoughts in my notebook.
Sitting at the Roost,
wishing for more friends,
or at least for closer ones,
hoping to engage a human via technology.
Sitting at the Roost,
in the corner,
on the couch,
drinking tea
and writing,
to kill time,
or at least to try and enjoy it.
-Jim
March 12, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
not trying
This is me
This is me not trying
I'm bored
and directionless
But the rain
sounds pretty
-Jim
March 10, 2011
This is me not trying
I'm bored
and directionless
But the rain
sounds pretty
-Jim
March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
mediocre
WHy keep on
with the mediocre?
Like this pen.
I feel like I shouldn't
waste things.
Which isn't a bad idea,
but if it is applied
too rigidly and keeps you
in a rut,
isn't so helpful.
-Jim
Dec 17, 2010
with the mediocre?
Like this pen.
I feel like I shouldn't
waste things.
Which isn't a bad idea,
but if it is applied
too rigidly and keeps you
in a rut,
isn't so helpful.
-Jim
Dec 17, 2010
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Promises
Before you died,
we knew you were sick
for a long time
and I always imagined
being there
for your final moments
and promising you
that I
would always
be there for your son.
(But) when your end came
you were unconscious
and in a different state
and it turns out
that those imagined moments
were disguised promises
to myself.
-Jim
Sep 15, 2010
we knew you were sick
for a long time
and I always imagined
being there
for your final moments
and promising you
that I
would always
be there for your son.
(But) when your end came
you were unconscious
and in a different state
and it turns out
that those imagined moments
were disguised promises
to myself.
-Jim
Sep 15, 2010
Saturday, February 26, 2011
gotta write a poem
gotta write a
gotta write a poem
"When in the course of..."
No, no!
Not right
gotta write a poem
"I think that I shall see..."
No!
Done
-Jim
Feb 20, 2011
gotta write a poem
"When in the course of..."
No, no!
Not right
gotta write a poem
"I think that I shall see..."
No!
Done
-Jim
Feb 20, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
you gave up hope
I'm sorry
you gave up hope
so long ago
-- but cut it out!
the world needs you back.
-Jim
Jan 28, 2011
you gave up hope
so long ago
-- but cut it out!
the world needs you back.
-Jim
Jan 28, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Long Dream of the Stars
...like galactic sentinels
...like guideposts
...like will-o-the-wisps
of the deep vast cold
...like angry protesters
of the darkness
...like fiery anchors
dropped into space
...like mitochondria
of an emerging super-being
-Jim
Jan 31, 2011
...like guideposts
...like will-o-the-wisps
of the deep vast cold
...like angry protesters
of the darkness
...like fiery anchors
dropped into space
...like mitochondria
of an emerging super-being
-Jim
Jan 31, 2011
Monday, January 31, 2011
There's Still Time
There's still time
to surprise me,
to show up randomly at my door
and pledge yourself
to the revolution
and to me,
to don your old heroic gear
and enter the battle
once more,
to open up your mouth
and say no
to the things that need
to be said no to,
to stand up,
to fight for love,
to reach for other humans,
to be brave,
to open your heart.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 28, 2011
to surprise me,
to show up randomly at my door
and pledge yourself
to the revolution
and to me,
to don your old heroic gear
and enter the battle
once more,
to open up your mouth
and say no
to the things that need
to be said no to,
to stand up,
to fight for love,
to reach for other humans,
to be brave,
to open your heart.
-Jim DuBois
Jan 28, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Return of the Slacker - The Book
I made a book out of the last three years of this blog, and you can get a copy, which contains all 182 entries, as well as a color print on the cover of a painting I made. It's really fun to have.
Get a copy here
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Sweetheart
I hear the footsteps
of my sweetheart
ascending the steps
of our building
Now, all I have to do
is meet her
-Jim DuBois
March 13, 1998
of my sweetheart
ascending the steps
of our building
Now, all I have to do
is meet her
-Jim DuBois
March 13, 1998
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
The Enemy of Imagination
He was the enemy of imagination,
you couldn't draw him,
or even imagine what he looked like.
Whenever you would try,
you just saw images like grey fog at twilight
and a foot disappearing behind a door.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 14, 2003
you couldn't draw him,
or even imagine what he looked like.
Whenever you would try,
you just saw images like grey fog at twilight
and a foot disappearing behind a door.
-Jim DuBois
Dec 14, 2003
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Undercover
Under cover of
the wild birds
singing at dawn,
I can't ever be
who I used to be,
anymore.
-June 18, 2006
the wild birds
singing at dawn,
I can't ever be
who I used to be,
anymore.
-June 18, 2006
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Doubt
Waves of doubt wash over me
as I lie next to you
trying to sleep.
Will I ever show you
this poem?
-Jim DuBois
June 25, 2006
as I lie next to you
trying to sleep.
Will I ever show you
this poem?
-Jim DuBois
June 25, 2006
Monday, December 6, 2010
A Certain Peace
The first time I remember
walking down route 9
by St. John's church
in Northampton,
I had given up hope
and was carrying
a rolled up blanket
and looking for a place
to sleep.
I had given up hope
of finding people
of finding my way
of finding a home,
but there was a certain peace
that settled over me
in that moment
(maybe because
I had stopped trying)
and then Julian pulled up
on the street
(in Steve's british car
he was borrowing without asking)
and took me to stay
at the Cummington Community
for the Arts
for a few days.
I remember wandering around
up there,
going into the weird little cabins
(which I later learned were private),
sitting in a field
playing flute
which echoed back nicely
from the hills
and imagining
I was the long lost son
of a woman I imagined
lived in the little old house
nearby.
I remember eating a lot of carrots
and seeing Lauren's
circular art cabin,
with the hand-made walk,
nestled in the edge
of the woods.
Now it is nearly twenty years later
and I am sitting on State street
on the low stone wall
by Edwards church
and I am trying
not to try
and to give up hopes
I have of other people,
and even though
I've had insomnia recently
and my best friend's husband
died three months ago
and we (including her three
and a half year old son)
haven't found our bearings yet,
a certain peace
has settled over me again
and I am using it
to relax,
to remember,
and to write.
-Jim DuBois
Nov 13, 2010
walking down route 9
by St. John's church
in Northampton,
I had given up hope
and was carrying
a rolled up blanket
and looking for a place
to sleep.
I had given up hope
of finding people
of finding my way
of finding a home,
but there was a certain peace
that settled over me
in that moment
(maybe because
I had stopped trying)
and then Julian pulled up
on the street
(in Steve's british car
he was borrowing without asking)
and took me to stay
at the Cummington Community
for the Arts
for a few days.
I remember wandering around
up there,
going into the weird little cabins
(which I later learned were private),
sitting in a field
playing flute
which echoed back nicely
from the hills
and imagining
I was the long lost son
of a woman I imagined
lived in the little old house
nearby.
I remember eating a lot of carrots
and seeing Lauren's
circular art cabin,
with the hand-made walk,
nestled in the edge
of the woods.
Now it is nearly twenty years later
and I am sitting on State street
on the low stone wall
by Edwards church
and I am trying
not to try
and to give up hopes
I have of other people,
and even though
I've had insomnia recently
and my best friend's husband
died three months ago
and we (including her three
and a half year old son)
haven't found our bearings yet,
a certain peace
has settled over me again
and I am using it
to relax,
to remember,
and to write.
-Jim DuBois
Nov 13, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Insomniac Math
Let's see...
I couldn't fall asleep right away
so it was maybe 430 or 5
then there were those weird dreams that kept waking me up
plus those fing dogs barking in the morning
and now what the fuck was that?
I think mom or dad just came into the extra room I'm staying in
probably to get something she or he forgot
but possibly just to accidentally wake me
now it's 1146
so it adds up to probably 6 1/2 restless hours
if I was lucky
but it's more likely to equal
that I'm tired and irritated
and the day is screwed.
Sounds like my brother and nephew are here now though
and at least I'll get to eat a lot
plus I got more sleep than the 3 hours I kept fearing
so I'm probably not screwed as hard as I thought.
-Jim DuBois
Nov 25, 2010
I couldn't fall asleep right away
so it was maybe 430 or 5
then there were those weird dreams that kept waking me up
plus those fing dogs barking in the morning
and now what the fuck was that?
I think mom or dad just came into the extra room I'm staying in
probably to get something she or he forgot
but possibly just to accidentally wake me
now it's 1146
so it adds up to probably 6 1/2 restless hours
if I was lucky
but it's more likely to equal
that I'm tired and irritated
and the day is screwed.
Sounds like my brother and nephew are here now though
and at least I'll get to eat a lot
plus I got more sleep than the 3 hours I kept fearing
so I'm probably not screwed as hard as I thought.
-Jim DuBois
Nov 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Abstract Art Calendar
Last week I made these calendars for 2011, which feature paintings and collage I made.
Get a copy at RedBubble.
Get a copy at RedBubble.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Epic Tag-Sale Poem *
1.
Jenny, you're away
but tag-sale season started today.
I did what I had to do:
I went without you.
I didn't get as far
as we would've with your car.
I got some books and some games
but by myself it just wasn't the same.
2.
I remember --
last summer --
driving around to tag-sales
with you
hunting for bargains
and perfect satisfaction.
Now, even though
I've almost finished
the toothpaste
and gotten rid of
the weird literary magazines,
I think our hunt
succeeded.
3.
Coming back to town
late Saturday afternoon
I saw many signs
for huge tag-sales
with great bargains.
Neither you nor I
could go to them
since we were
separately
out-of-town.
-Jim DuBois
Pt 1 - April 29, 2006,
Pt 2 & 3 - June 19, 2006
* A Tag Sale means a Yard Sale or Garage Sale, which is where people put things they want to sell out in their yard or garage. I picked up the term "Tag Sale" from living in Western MA, and have not heard it elsewhere.
Jenny, you're away
but tag-sale season started today.
I did what I had to do:
I went without you.
I didn't get as far
as we would've with your car.
I got some books and some games
but by myself it just wasn't the same.
2.
I remember --
last summer --
driving around to tag-sales
with you
hunting for bargains
and perfect satisfaction.
Now, even though
I've almost finished
the toothpaste
and gotten rid of
the weird literary magazines,
I think our hunt
succeeded.
3.
Coming back to town
late Saturday afternoon
I saw many signs
for huge tag-sales
with great bargains.
Neither you nor I
could go to them
since we were
separately
out-of-town.
-Jim DuBois
Pt 1 - April 29, 2006,
Pt 2 & 3 - June 19, 2006
* A Tag Sale means a Yard Sale or Garage Sale, which is where people put things they want to sell out in their yard or garage. I picked up the term "Tag Sale" from living in Western MA, and have not heard it elsewhere.
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