Monday, March 30, 2009

I closed one, opened two more Youtube Channels

Following the example of someone else I know, I closed my old YouTube channel, PuzzledDragonVideo. I had so many videos of other people reading poetry, it just didn't look like my channel anymore. I took all the videos from WNPS or of other poets reading and put them on a channel called PoetsAndTheirPoems. Its URL is http://YouTube.com/PoetsAndTheirPoems I also added the infamous Dueling Cameras video to this channel where six folks from Wednesday Night Poetry go to the Blue Coloney Diner afterwards. There is also a playlist with two videos of Anne Marie on that channel. One is on the channel itself; the other is on her slam-team mate Sean Gallager's site. It's a little blury but still funny.

My own brand new channel has the same title as my original blog here (I've moved as you can see) - the Puzzled Dragon at http://YouTube.com/thePuzzledDragon This channel is now home to my poems, stories, odd notes, weird videos, artwork videos. I really culled the material to be put up there so there is absolutely no material that I did not create myself. The classical singing from my recital in 2006 will go up on a channel of its own at a later time. Though I might include the spoof video of Ernani Involami

Ademdum: The classical channel is http://YouTube.com/AlmostSang

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Living Model Of Basic Units Of Human Brain Created

- A process under development may enable the modeling of the human brain in a living representation, according to an article in Science Daily.

Using cells originally from a tumor which have been 'reprogrammed' to stop multiplying, along with a natural molecule used by the body to stimulate cellular development, the cells are turned into a "co-culture" of nerve cells and astrocytes - which the article calls "the most basic units of the human brain." According to the article, this line of research could lead to improved treatments for Alzheimer's and other neurodegenerative diseases.

As someone who feels fairly numb at the moment, heavy with all the folks who have died in the last year, I can't help but wonder if this living model could contain joy..... so elusive right now. So I'm engaging in a little art therapy trying to make a co-culture of renewed vision, shed some grief by the polishing the rice bowl method of doing something, namely sculpting a little. (pictured above) Not working so far. Taking out trashing didn't work either. Nor a blog post. But each little action propells forward into the future. That's really all one can do. Go forward.

Go to the article -- in ScienceDaily.com (2009-03-22):

Friday, March 20, 2009

A Wonderful Slammer: Anne Marie Marra

Anne Marie Marra (June 25, 1953 - March 17, 2009)

We have lost a bright and mercurial presence in the world.

Anne Marie Marra, a fine slam poet, member of the White Plains Library National Slam Team in 2008, a quilt-artist, singer and a holder of an interdisciplinary Master's Degree with a concentration in Creativity, is now giving readings in the 'great beyond' of our memory. She will be missed very much by those left behind. National Slam Poet Anne Marie Marra, seen at the right performing during the 2008 National Slam competition, was a quilt artist, slam poet, wild child, a whirlwind. Anne Marie, also known as ArtisAnneMarie, held a master's in creativity from Vermont College.  She died March 17, 2009 at her Putnam Valley home in New York State. Anne Marie was just a few months shy of her 56th Brithday.
Born to Bridget Eufemia and Reginald A. Marra, Anne Marie was a multi-talented artist She graduated from Sacred Heart High School in Yonkers, studied at Parsons School of Design in New York City, and earned a B.S. in Community and Human Services from Empire State College/SUNY and an M.A. in Interdisciplinary Studies from Vermont College. In order to embrace her life as a musician, singer, painter, poet and quilt-maker, she held a number of administrative and supervisory positions at New York University, College of New Rochelle, Consumer Reports and Empire State College.

The official bio says: "Anne Marie Marra, 55, a resident of Putnam Valley, passed away in her home on March 17, 2009. Born to Bridget Eufemia and Reginald A. Marra, Anne Marie was a multi-talented artist. She graduated from Sacred Heart High School in Yonkers, studied at Parsons School of Design in New York City, and earned a B.S. in Community and Human Services from Empire State College/SUNY and an M.A. in Interdisciplinary Studies from Vermont College. In order to embrace her life as a musician, singer, painter, poet and quilt-maker, she held a number of administrative and supervisory positions at New York University, College of New Rochelle, Consumer Reports and Empire State College. Most recently, Anne Marie's poetry found her reading at venues in New York and Connecticut. She was one of the rotating hosts of the 3rd-Friday Open Readings at the Hudson Valley Writers Center in Sleepy Hollow, and she competed in Wisconsin at the National Poetry Slam this past August, as a member of the 2008 White Plains Poetry Slam team. Anne Marie is survived by one brother, Reggie Marra, of Naugatuck, CT, his wife, Marianela Medrano-Marra, and their son, Noe Jimenez."

 The funeral took place on Monday March 23, 2009 at Whalen & Ball Funeral Home, 168 Park Avenue, Yonkers, NY 10703. Bural followed at at Mt. Hope Cemetery, Hastings-on-Hudson, NY. A life-celebration for Anne Marie on June 27, 2009 was held at the home of Reggie Marra & Marianela Medrano-Marra in Naugatuck. It was well attended.

About the photos: At the top, AM performing her Colonoscopy poem at the 2008 National Slam in Madison WI, photo by teammate James Joseph Buhs. AM reading a poem at Molten Java in Bethel CT, Then two team photos one in front of the Bowery Poetry Club and one in front of the Lizard Lounge, and below: AM in front of the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, AM singing a love song at Dangerfields.


Sunday, March 8, 2009

Bent Pin will be changing

Well, after two years of publication and eight issues, Bent Pin is going to change at bit. The word "quarterly" will be dropped from the title. This e-zine will move from a quarterly "edition" based periodical that happens to live online to a continuously published web-style publication where pages are put up year round as they are created. I think one page per week should do it yeilding about 52 pages per year... Now, we have about 15 pages per issue for around 60 pages a year. It's close.... Who knows, I might throw in a special feature like an interview or two.....

UPDATE: Bent Pin closed in November of 2009. The Bent Pin Archive and Index are moving, albeit slowly.... to:

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The blurry lights of night


This wasn't a two-wheel turn - just the phone on the steering wheel during a normal turn....

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Bolt -a Disney movie with some remarkable metaphor

The two dollar movies at Edmund Town Hall are a welcome treat in these days of low budget living. Thursday evening, an acquaintance and I went there to see Bolt, a Disney movie. Although it's animated, and heart-warming Bolt's a different sort of Disney movie. Bolt is a story of a gradual fall from belief, of a journey from blanket labels of good and evil to a realization of the micro-community of friendship and family . It's not a story of finding fame and fortune - but of turning away from it. Bolt, a dog, is "superhero" star of a Sat morning TV show. He doesn't know it's a show. His delusion - that he has certain "super powers" - runs smack into reality in a very funny way.

However Bolt holds metaphor that are needed in this sad world where Religion's blind tenents drive so much death and misery, where greed has ruined a global economy for an unknown number of years to come., where the cult of celebrity flaunts personality disorder and borderline socio-pathic actions as "cool"

Instead of a boy and a dog, it's a girl and her dog. Instead of the usual single parent DAD with his daughter which is a common TV family, this is a short plump little MOM and her daughter. Instead of a bone the dog's favorite toy is a stuffed carrot. Instead of the dog being wildly perceptive and human being hoodwinked - in this case the human knows the score and dog is a true believer. Instead of the hero saving the day - it's a tiny hamster and a discarded disillusioned cat that hold the keys. Instead of "belief" and "super powers" saving the world - it's the reality of a few small beings, just doing what they can.

Mittens is an ally cat (really a de-clawed abandoned house cat), that Bolt meets when he is accidently shipped to New York in a crate of packing peanuts. He thinks the peanuts are his kryptonite and have sapped away his powers. Bolt captures Mittens thinking she is related to the cat characters on his show who were the minions of its evil anti-hero. So he ties himself to her and demands to be taken to Penny. Though Mittens hasn't a clue who penny is, she notices Bolts license-tag says Hollywood CA. So she confesses that Penny is in Hollywood and shows Bolt a discarded tourist map. Off they go on trucks and trains to cross the country. Along the way they meet the hamster "Rhino" a fan of Bolt the superhero. Rhino is viral alright - he is a living infectious mem - a true believer living a a bubble ( a plastic Habi-trail exercise globe). Bolt is reminded of his ideals when Rhino launches off on one of his sermons, determines to use what power he has to find his human (or maybe his humanity instead of his fake "superpower")

It really could be argued that Bolt, Mittens, and Rhino are aspects of the self and are internal.... and together they are a whole personality.

To sum it up, I laughed, I cried, I had stuff to think about afterwards. It doesn't get any better than that. Bolt is a film worth going to see no matter what age grasshopper you might be now ..

-- Mar Walker

Friday, February 20, 2009

A time of pause (plus addendum)

This night I am in the place of quiet where light is dim, and there is a sense of waiting. My mind is a flat expanse leading out of sight on either side, visibility zero ahead.

It is a night from which I cannot escape at this moment. After a time, a few hours, the internal sun will rise. The music will play and all will be well...